"Things I Like" with Dave

 It's that exciting time on the blog once more, where the fantastical turns into... 

"Things I Like"... with Dave. 

This is the show where there are some "things I like", and I'm Dave - the very same Dave as in the title of this show, a show titled... 

"Things I Like"... with Dave. 

Although if it were a different Dave that sure would be fun too. 

I mean imagine the intro to the show THEN! 

'This is "Things I Like" with Dave - and I am your host Dave - no not the Dave from the title, another one - and this is the show where there are things I like with Dave, presented by me, a different Dave to the Dave who likes the thing". 

Now thats the kind of show I want to watch. 

It's got everything. Things. Likes. Daves. Other Daves. 

How MANY Daves? I don't even KNOW anymore. 

Is that a Dave over there? MAYBE. I am not going to ask his name. What if we've met before and I don't remember. That would be embarrassing. With Dave. 

Thats not a chance I am going to take. Or am I? 

Now we also have MYSTERY and SUSPENSE. 

Ok, I didn't ask his name. That's RESOLUTION baby. 

But his name may still be Dave. MORE mystery! 

In fact I enjoy the idea of this show so much - I am going to declare "Things I Like with Dave, with your host Dave, no not the one from the title, another one" - to be todays "thing I like" with Dave, in this case this one, as in this Dave, as in the Dave from the title of the show we are currently on, not the miscellaneous hypothetical Daves from the new show which has at least one more Dave than this show has, and is the thing I like today, rather than the show we are on at the moment. 

I like it. 

                                                         A Dave? The Dave? No one KNOWS!

Well I think we have answered this one:

- There may be more than one Dave. 

- But no one knows for sure. 

- Which is great, because mystery is great.  

- There may be more than one Dave. 

- Was that last line an intentional repetition or an accidental repetition? 

- I don't KNOW. 

- Ooooh, mystery. 

- "Oooooh, mystery"... with Dave - would also be an awesome show. 

- Repetition is great. 

I like it. 

Brilliant mystery

And that's when it hit me, 'I'm here for all the wrong reasons!' 

I should back up a little bit, fill in some facts, some details, some context, some character, I should, but I won't. 

Maybe all those things aren't important. Maybe the mystery matters. Maybe it's nice not to know occasionally. 

Like consider this - I don't know when I'll next smell someone's over sprayed Eau De Toilette. It could be tomorrow. It could be months. It could be years. 

See how riveting that mystery is? I don't even know what Eau De Toilette is! I could be smelling it right now. It's a riveting mystery. And the train I'm on right now just went over the Sydney Harbor Bridge, which is not just a beautifully, striking and dramatic location, but it's partially held together with rivets! So see how cool small details are? 

Wait, now consider this, imagine if I swapped Eau De Toilette with hugs! Wow, now it's heartfelt, sad heartbreaking even. Can you imagine not knowing when you'll next smell someone's over sprayed hug? 

So I think we've established that details matter, they make all the difference, and that's the exact opposite point I was trying to make. Oh fuck. 

Ok so, in that case 'I'm here for all the wrong reasons', I should back up a little, fill in some facts, some details, some context, some character, and I will! 

- it's a convenience store.

- I came for caffeinated and carbonated beverage but I've just discovered they sell caffeinated milk beverages, meaning I'm here for all the wrong reasons. 

- I'm tired and thirsty. 

- Me and some convenience store clerk. 

Well that was all completely uninteresting. Clearly details suck. Now I don't know what to believe. You know forget it, I'm going home my floating elephant dream powered roller derby colored super expansive brilliance dwelling, and I'll think about something interesting to talk about tomorrow. 

Prominent Truth

'The envelope is full of mystery' she said. And truer words HAD never been said. Not because of what she literally said of course. There was a letter to the editor in there. No fucking mystery there. Those are pretty standard things. 

- Prominent person claims that we need more helmets in jousting competitions. 

- Equally prominent person, says 'no, it's spinal injuries not skull injuries you fool'

- Slightly more prominent person says 'but what about the cost you idiots?'

- Epically prominent monkey says 'you know that it's clear that it's the joust wounds to the chest that kill 99% of jousters right?'

- Politician says 'I'll fund the helmets with a joust tax you retards.' 

- Child molester writes a letter to the editor complaining about cameras at playgrounds. 

No there was no mystery at all. That's not why truer words had never been said. It we what she had figuratively said that mattered of course. 

I mean learn to use email you assholes, it's not that hard. 

The Mysterious Case of The Roo And The Bone

I was sent by the Travel Channel to make a travel show documenting my road trip from Adelaide to Sydney. It went great!

I'd like to quickly thank everyone who worked on this. The camera men and women, editors, writers, location scouts, special effects team, animal wranglers and everyone else. Without all your work we would not have an end result that so beautifully pulled off everything we hoped to achieve. Thankyou.