The new Kmart lowest prices ad
“Nine bucks for a toaster? I wonder how they could beat that?”
“Hold up a sec, gurl.”
“What, gurl?”
“Eight dollars, gurl. EIGHT DOLLARS!”
“Oh mah gawd, what!?”
Pterodactyl Soup
RSSPoliticians don't get it, either
“Get what?” you ask. Well, that’s a bit of an open-ended question, but here I’m referring to social media.
Recently, the Victorian state government have taken a bold idea into consideration: banning social media from being used during parliamentary proceedings. This would likely affect all…
Shameless plugging of my side-blog, created for a university assignment. Politics and media, anyone?
A rebuttal
I just came along this criticism of one of Julia Stone’s newest songs, Let’s Forget All the Things That We Say, from her new album, By the Horns.
I may be a rabid Angus & Julia Stone fan, but I’ve got to say, the suggestion in the article that the song lyrics have been poorly crafted is wrong. The entire way it was written suggests to me that the writer — Tom Hawking, if it rings any bells to anyone — is not exactly open to interpreting things in varieties of ways and is the type of writer that I wouldn’t be able to look up to.
The argument Hawking presents is that the song writers of this day and age are trying too hard to show their emotions to the listener, and in turn the lyrics of the songs don’t make sense. He uses Julia Stone’s song as the main example to this, ripping apart the lyrics piece by piece.
But he either forgets or is naive to the idea that songs are often created not for the writer or the singer just to express themselves, but for the listener to interpret the song to their own meanings. This has been the way songs have gone even before that wacky Chris Martin came along, believe it or not.
Instead of her blatantly singing “We haven’t spoken in forever since the fight but I love you and we’re finally talking again,” (which is the theme I picked up on, myself) she has left it to the listener’s imagination to put the pieces together themselves.
But apparently, that’s lazy song-writing. What would I know, though? It’s not like I’m a professional lyricist.
Click the article link to see the song for yourself.
I actually get to use Tumblr for a uni assignment
So, y’know, if you wanna read me talking about media issues, take a gander.
I never reblog anything, but this is my little sign and I’m kinda proud of it.“What happens when I get asked to make a sign at work”
Mario maniac
Heyo! So, Mother’s Day is coming up (… 13/05, before anyone asks) and to suit the merry holiday season at work, I was asked to make a stack of Nintendo stock to promote… well, Nintendo. I doubt many people will get the reference, so hey, I figure I may as well show it to some people who might appreciate it.
Change
I’m a sentimental sorta guy. I value my memories and keep track of important dates. Tomorrow’s an important date for me. Well, hey, so is today for that matter.
But, not anymore. Consider me not giving one further fuck about April 30 or May 1. Which brings me to my topic: change. How does change happen?
It takes just one thought for ideas to snowball. So I’ve been doing some snowballing.
As I said in a previous post, I’m going to Sydney in June to suss out whether I’m relocating there next year or not. I’m someone who doesn’t enjoy being too far away from his family for too long, but I need a challenge. And I need to enjoy it.
So, I’m going to check out NIDA. For those who don’t know what that stands for, that’s the National Institute of Dramatic Art. I love acting, and writing, and theatre. So why not? There’s of course the little matter of actually getting in… and moving… and finding a job over there.
But hey, that’s what a challenge is, right?
I love Adelaide. I love my family and friends. I don’t love, however, what my direction has been until now. And at the end of the day, I’m probably going to end up staying here and sticking with all the things I love — but I’m no longer sticking with the things I don’t. I’m going to enjoy myself. I’m not going to be restricted by routine, and I’m not going to waste any more time or thought on things that shouldn’t be bothering me like they do.
Peace out, yo.
What Easter does to me
I warned you. I warned you all. Easter has once again made me an evil to society. A killer. I killed Humpty Dumpty.
And I liked it.
“Hey, Adam!”
“Hey, Humpty! Long time, no see.”
“Adam, stop that.”
“I just wanted a peek. I’ll put you back.”
“loljks, I’LL CUT YOU BITCH.”
And cut that bitch, I did.
… Can you tell I have no life?
The waiting room
The reason why I dislike going to the dentist or my GP is not for the prospect of shiny objects being shoved in my various orifaces. (Quite the opposite in that case. AWWW SNAP.)
It’s the waiting room. It’s always so… awkward.
Have some more soup
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Thanks to our Lord and Saviour dying and then coming back and bringing along the Easter Bunny or some shit, I don’t have any obligation to do anything work or uni related until Thursday night. So this is me between now and then:
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