Tuesday, October 27, 2009

random shit

The song, We Walk, by the Ting Tings is in fact, very good for walking to.


David: You kind of look like a communist in that coat.

Jonathan: I am 'kind of' a communist.


I had a post-modern experience where I listened to the first single from Them Crooked Vultures while being on a band forum with a bunch of people around the world. I tipped them off that it was going to be live streamed on tripl j from 6pm but unfortunately, they didn't play it until 6:40pm. That forty minutes was made up of some of the shittiest music I've ever heard - so much so the crowd in the forum turned on me while they impatiently waited. One guy told me to"please die and burn in hell." But he seemed happy when the song came on though. Music fans... geez...


I am taking part in Movember. It's a work thing but in my effort to, urm, make an effort I will be growing a moustache for the next month. I think I'll look pretty stoopid but it's raising money for prostate cancer and men's depression (hello!). So if you have any dosh you wanna sling to the cause, let' me know. My donation page is here. Of course, I'll be charting my progress in the most humiliating way possible...


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A death in the family

This is my 'shit, I've been busted by the pigs' look...

I am sad to announce that my long suffering yet faithful ipod shuffle named guypod is dying. He won't connect to my computer so he will slowly run out of power. As you may or may not know, I proclaimed guypod to be indestructible when I slammed him in a taxi door about ten times. Sadly, his slow death is just a terrible accident. I dropped my back pack on concrete which broke a bottle of deodorant and essentially, guypod drowned in Nivea for Men underarm. As he was in the bottom of my bag, he was a gooey mess by the time I realised what had happened.

At first, I thought he was dead but after a bit of jiggling I got a bit of a static sound of him. Then he started playing music but it kept fading in and out. Now, he sits forlornly on my desk waiting to go to the recycling bin in the sky. Sad. I bought a new shuffle but I'm yet to bond with him or her.

My last thoughts are that while guypod was a faithful friend, at least as he leaves this mortal coil he smells damn good...


I want to share two encounters I had this week that left an impression on me. The first was with a old Chinese taxi driver who was playing air guitar to Howzat! as he drove. This was an awesome feat of dexterity I thought because it's not really an air guitar song and he was still driving with no hands on the wheel.

The other was an old dude standing in the middle of a lane on King Street. Obviously, a bit frail he was in the middle of the street waving his walking stick for a taxi I believed. But as the bus I was in inched around him he started to attack the bus with his the stick, beating the side of it. Not sure if he wanted to bus to stop or die but I thought it was kind of awesome.


Yeah, I know it's been kind of dead around here but you'll be happy to know I've been writing a rom-com in my spare time. I don't think there are enough explosions in romantic comedies so I decided to rectify that.

Hope you're well.