Window I say

The searing scope of the window knows no bounds. 

Boundless I say. 

Boundless, I say again. Not because I thought you may not have read it the first time. In fact I assume you DID read it, or else why would you have moved onto this paragraph? I mean I get that some people skim read, especially something like a blog, even from a genius blogger, but even if you're skim reading you're not likely to skip over a three word paragraph. So yeah, you read it. And therefore you are welcome to know that I said it again purely for effect. 

For the power of repetition is boundless. 

Boundless I say. 

That time I was was repeating a statement of the boundlessness of repetition, not again repeating the boundlessness of the searing scope of the window, which is of course boundless itself, much like repetition, but even something that is boundless should be used with restraint. 

Or else the thing that makes it boundless will be how lacking in bounds is the ability to be mildly redundant. For mild redundancy is boundless. 

Boundless I say. 

You know how this works by now. We discover something that is boundless, and for effect we repeat it. Because the greatness of discovery is motherfucking boundless. So you know, that the most recent time that I mentioned that powerful line where I mentioned boundlessness and then followed it by saying that this was something I say, that. was there to cement the powerful statement that I had made about redundancy. 

However, this time something different happened. Before the opportunity had come to solidify the knowledge of what exactly I was confirming was boundless we discovered something new that was boundless, being discovery itself. 

So are you ready for a mind blowing discovery? Everything that happened in today's blog beyond mentioning the searing scope of the window was discovered as I sat staring out a window, and therefore the only true boundless thing that there ever was was the searing scope of the window! 

Wow. 

The power of epic mind blowing cocksucking shock is boundless.

Boundless I say. 

Now THAT’s a not stupid idea

I'm sitting in a park near my house as I write eating my lunch. Sure it's past five pm, and that's not typically a lunch type time zone, but I'm not a typical person, and as an atypicaphile I often find that it's my responsibility to notice other atypical behavior and judge it, especially if it's judgment worthy.

For example there is currently a girl in this park doing something really stupid. Now most people see something like this and think 'stupid girl' and do not go any further with their observing and internal commenting.

But this isn't just stupid behavior, this is stupid behavior that is a symptom of a far larger issue, which so far, as far as I have noticed, has failed to ignite the social conscious into social action that could affect important things, and important things sometimes affect people, sometimes even people in societies, societies near AND far!

I should start from the beginning.

There was a little girl, maybe a year old, climbing some steps near me. In my peripheral vision I saw her fall down a step and smack her forehead on the step below. There are lots of people around as this is a busy small park surrounded by cafes and restaurants, and not everyone saw it, but EVERYONE heard it. People heard it for blocks. A loud crack like a firecracker in a concrete tunnel echoed around the area, causing a wave of shock fueled shudders, abundant swells of wincing, at least four people to say out loud ‘ouch’, and at least three people to move towards her in sprays of aid.

As her mother scooped her up I was sure I would see a head caved in like a bulldozer dropped on a beanbag. To my surprise she was crying sure, but there was no blood, and after some bouncing cuddles, she calmed down and went back to playing.

Now she's chasing pigeons.

Which is stupid.

She’s even giggling while she is doing it, which is often a sign of enjoyment, except when it’s not and is instead a sign of a deep-seated plan to take over the world, but I am pretty sure this is enjoyment.

From chasing pigeons.

Which is stupid.

Because, you know, pigeons.

Clearly, as I have observed, I, well the little girl, has unearthed something truly true! An insight into the human condition even, a clue into the world we live in, and with it an opportunity to improve the world.

Clearly, based on what I have observed - smacking ones head on concrete really hard is the cause of stupidity!

There are lots of other kids in this park and none of the others are chasing pigeons. I don’t spend much time in the company of small children, but I am going to go ahead and guess that this is the first time any child has ever chased a pigeon, possibly any type of bird.

Now is where things get really exciting (if you thought the small child smacking its head was the exciting part then shame on you):

Smacking your head on concrete leads to stupidity. Therefore if we eradicate concrete we can eradicate stupidity!

This is exciting people. I, well the little girl, extracted this truth, so we’ll leave it up to you all to get rid of all the concrete. If you don’t mind, can you sort it out by next month? Also while you do it try not to giggle, or else you’ll give away my secret plan to take over the world! Now THAT’s a not stupid idea.

Nauseous OR Cautious?

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Nauseous OR Cautious? 

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Nauseous OR Cautious? 

Of all the game shows which take contestants who are feeling a sense precariousness and are unsure exactly what this potentially disequilibrium inducing conundrum is a symptom of, with a sense of casual caution or a rudimentary case of nausea being two of the possibilities, we think best of them all is...

Nauseous OR Cautious? 

Sure Stomach Flu Vs Scaredy Cat wins more awards and has higher ratings, but sometimes during their games it turns out that the people that are revealed to be suffering from stomach flu do not technically embody the symptoms commonly associated with nausea. And, while they may claim it to be true, JUST CAUSE YOU'RE CAUTIOUS DOES NOT NECESSARILY MEAN YOU'RE SCARED! I mean for fuck's sake, IT'S MERELY COMMON SENSE HALF THE TIME! JUST CAUSE YOU HAVE YOUR MONEY IN A BANK DOESN'T MEAN YOUR SCARED OF BEING MUGGED! I mean you might be, but still, you're also just being sensible damn it. So just because I am too cautious to go on that rollercoaster DOES NOT MAKE ME A PUSSY! You fuckers. Labels are hurtful. And game shows should NEVER be fucking HURTFUL! At least we make sure they never are at... 

Nauseous Or Cautious? 

Are you ready to play? 

Of course you are. Our first contestant is Karl, how are you feeling today Karl? 

Karl: I'm a tad uneasy. A little nervous to be finally playing on my favorite game show. I feel a sense of queasiness. With a hint of fear of barfiness. I am wary of my liverishness, and circumspect about my qualmishness. 

Thanks Karl. And now to our judges...

Genevieve - Nauseous! 

Greg - Cautious! 

And finally, with scores tied right now...

Charlotte - Nauseous! 

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Nauseous OR Cautious? 

Climbing Poster

They say knowledge is power, and I can see why, because like today at one point I acquired the 'knowledge' that I was bored and then I turned the 'power' on my television and all was briefly ok. 

Yep knowledge definitely is power. 

But knowledge is also definitely not power. 

Because imagination is WAY more important than knowledge, like - check this out: 

Middle range tree climbing poster children for bongo drumming salacious mountain intended joviality. 

You can't knowledge that. 

Definitely Not?

There’s an old saying that I believe was coined around 18BC, which is especially cool seeing as coins hadn’t been invented yet, and this saying was on my mind all day today, even though my mind isn’t old, unless you are comparing it to a day spa, which obviously hasn’t been there very long at all, you know cause so many of them open I assume the old ones go away:

‘You can train someone to build trains, but you can’t build someone to train builds’.

I have always loved this quote. Not just because it proves the ancient Babylonians predicted the invention of the train. Nor because it proves that the ancient Babylonians knew that when trains were eventually invented people could be trained to build them. Which is in itself an amazing insight. But what makes me really love this quote is that it proves that the Ancient Babylonians also accurately predicted the lack of invention of builds. That’s incredible.

I mean think about it. Anyone can predict stuff that will one day definitely be invented, watch I’ll do it now:

-       Flying submarines.

-       Swimming airplanes.

-       Marineplane Flys.

That’s easy.

But try coming up with something that will definitely never be invented, it’s tough, watch I’ll do it now:

-       Humans made out of abandoned carnivals.

-       Really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, salty snot.

-       Stanauption.

Will those all definitely never ever be invented? Who the hell knows? I don’t know what future humans will be made of? But I’m sure we’ll run out of skin, blood, bones and pig hearts eventually. I don’t know how much salt people are snorting these days? But I am sure however much people are doing the salt is really, really salty. And what even is stanauption? It could be anything. It could even be an alternative to day spas, which will really make most of them younger than my mind older than them.

Yep, ancient Babylonians, they sure knew what they were doing.

Ps. if stanauption ends up being an alternative to coins, I totally want a cut.

Expressions of one's feelings

I'm cold. Yes. Right now. This is crazy. There's all sorts of horrible truths involved here. Such as:

- I may have to get off my fat ass and put on some long pants. 

- Or possibly even some form of top half of the body covering. 

- Or possibly even both! 

- And/ or potentially have to close my balcony door. 

Obviously those are all tragic ordeals the likes of which I haven't had to face since forever, like as far back as yesterday. Truly horrific. But shockingly I'm not even at this stories worst part. Here's where things get overwhelmingly abhorrent: 

All the popular sayings commonly used to announce an expression of ones feelings about the current temperature being at a lower number than one would personally like it to be in relation to comfort and warmth as expressed with some form of metaphor totally fucking suck!! 

I'm freezing my balls off? 

Colder than a witches tit? 

So cold I'd eat you grandmothers dick if it had Tabasco on it? 

All hugely popular sayings. All hugely inadequate if you ask me? Particularly the rude bits, language like 'had', 'off' 'than', it just fucks me off. 

But fear not, as your hero I will of course solve this problem, presenting now new, safe, fun, awesome, flawless, brilliant, better than a red moon hiding behind a playground that's full of candy, but not in a creepy way at all, I mean focus more on the red moon, that's the important thing here, rudeless, happy, creative sayings you can use to let people know how you feel about the current temperatures being colder than you'd like it them to be, should you ever find yourself in such a situation: 

- 'It's colder in here than a bag of coins that have just been removed from a vending machine! A vending machine for drinks. So it was refrigerated. Including the area immediately adjacent to where the coins were kept'. 

Boom, that one is awesome. Just reading it back is giving me goosebumps. Let's do another. 

- 'I'm colder than a room that has just experienced a really awkward moment, like super awkward, such as someone has just said something like 'the catering here is really good but not great' and like a waiter totally overheard. A waiter who works for the caterer. Like painfully awkward like that'.

Wow. That's freezing cold. And we're just warming up. And these are already getting hot. And when we're in a zone this paradoxically awesome then you know we're having fun. Let's do one more. 

- It's colder than an icicle and those are cold AND cool. 

Yep. You're welcome.  

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.

It's a ruse!!

I voted today. State elections in my state of New South Wales. It was very exciting. It included some of my favorite activities, including but not limited to: 

- Having my name crossed off a list. 

- Getting a form handed to me.

- Figuring out how to fill out the form. 

- Thinking 'seriously, people really dedicate their lives to the cycling party? I mean I get that hobbies are important to some people. And transport choices can have a deep physical and financial and time influence on your life. And there are fashion considerations to take into account. To lycra or not, for example. Oh plus getting run over by trucks isn't everyone's cup of tea. Especially on concrete. Get hit by a semi and you could totally scrape your knee. I mean ouch. But to start or even join a political party based on a hobby? And run in an election? I'm surprised. I wonder what political party I'd start if I was going to start one. The more people buy my books please party? That's not bad. We'd campaign on a platform of change, mostly in the area of book sales, with a specific focus on books written by key members of the party, including the parties founder, myself, and possibly even the parties key financial backer, myself. But we could also expand our directives into other areas, like what snacks to have at meetings. Jalapeño Poppers for example. Which could be enjoyed by favored policy mentors such as myself. Yeah that would be pretty sweet. I could be all like - I'm the head of a major political party - oh you want proof, ok - smell my breath - there's all the deep fried cheesy spice you need! I wonder how you'd go about starting a political party? You probably have to register, maybe go somewhere and get your name crossed off a list. Then, I don't know getting handed a form perhaps. Maybe followed by having to figure out how to fill it out. Wait a minute, that's sort of like what I'm doing here. They're trying to make us go through what they have to go through to start a political party with a main job of using that position to make us do what they have to do to do so, it's a scam - ITS A FUCKING SCAM EVERYONE, ITS ALL A RUSE!!!! A RUSE DAMN IT!!!!'

- Being asked to leave. 

- Saying 'but I haven't voted yet'.

- Being told 'you've been in the booth for 45 minutes you've had plenty of time'.

- Screaming 'you're denying me my democratic right!!!!' 

- Being forced to leave.

- Bellowing 'I'm out of order? No you're out of order. THE WHOLE DAMN TRIAL IS OUT OF ORDER!!!' 

Yep voting is ace. Exciting even. 

Suddenly Zap

It had been too long since I'd been zapped with an illogical memory conclusion. You know how it goes. You think everything is fine, hunky-dory even, which is way better than dreamboat-dorey, but still only fine. And then suddenly - Zap - logic forgetfulness and indecision are all obliterated in a second. 

Like the zap of an electric shock, but way more exciting because unlike those, these happen suddenly. 

'Skis for blue whales - my keys are in my sock draw - Tuesday at 11pm' you'll be zapped with. Or even 'Concrete flavored Palm trees - call Kyle back - there shouldn't be traffic at this time, take the freeway' will totally zap you. 

It's brilliant. It's exciting. If it was an exciting new improvement in a product you already enjoyed you'd think the development was brilliant. 

But it hadn't happened to me for a while. Too long. Sure 'clover colored lighting - get milk - see the 9pm showing' or 'generational based cloud faces - October 13th - leftovers' would pop up. But two out of three IS bad damn it. Very bad. 

Sadly, this story does not have a happy ending. You can't manufacture something that isn't any good unless it's sudden and in zap form. So I'll just wait, and hope, possibly even pray. But I'm fine, very fine, you could  even say I'm handsome-dorey. 

Generously suppressed

A magenta hue, spoke of the shame on his face. 

Ahh face shame. The best kind. Public. Vocal. Expressive. Generous. You know what you're getting with someone displaying face shame. 

Not like stupid gut shame. The worst kind. Quiet. Internal. Acidic. Selfish. Why hold it within? What are you trying to hide? 

Or even worse than the worst kind, pinky toe shame. The worstest kind. Limpy. Gangrenous. Black naily. Gross. And yet also hidden. Except that everyone can see you limping around like a fool. Oh you kicked the edge of your bed frame did you? Very believable. I mean that by the way. That's often the cause of pinky toe pain. So good lying there. But, BUT, how's your shame going to feel if I find a bandaid with a dead black pinky toenail in it and feel sorry for YOU! 

Plus have you even thought about the people who have actually fucked up their pinky toe by kicking a bed frame that have to go around with people thinking 'I wonder if it wasn't a frame but is actually shame?' Yeah! That's right! You're putting doubt in people's minds, and doubt's one of the major causes of unsureness, which can lead to damn ambiguity for gods sake. 

So if you're keeping your shame in your pinky toe then shame on you. And where the hell are you going to suppress it to now that your pinky toe was already occupied with your original shame? Which I assume was caused by something small like accidentally nuking a small Carribean nation, but now that you have something big to feel shameful for, where are you going to suppress it? 

What's lower than a pinky toe? A worm? Worm shame? Gone. Removed. Underground. Painless. Completely eradicating any personal suffering. 

Hmm, that's pretty smart. I might have to try that. Where's my nuke kit? 

  

Rampant Sense Making

As part of my usual existence being an awesome guy, I occasionally encounter other people that are also awesome. I know! They're out there. 

For example I just overheard a guy talking to his friend say 'foaming at the mouth is kinda my thing'. 

That's badass. What a cool thing to have be your thing. It's like he's 'guy who gets so overwhelmed with rage that he foams at the mouth'. Awesome. 

Keep in mind he isn't 'guy who gets so overwhelmed with rage he gets violent'. 

And let's be honest, if you're so overwhelmed with rage that you're often getting violent your thing is never a minor liquid representation of that which occurs moments before you break someone's jaw. That's not how people's 'things' work. 

Like for example if a guys thing was 'guy who always flushes before he goes' he probably wouldn't be someone who also regularly removes the lids off toilets, takes them to convenience stores, and uses them to smash apart the slurpy machine hoping the flow will start coming out star shaped. 

Or if a girls thing was 'girl who's never been to a beach known for having an occasional issue with towel thieves' she's probably not also a famous Bonnie and Clyde style bank robber where in her case 'Clyde' is horse leg she's had surgically attached as a tail.

Or if a woman's thing was 'lady who loves to climb skyscrapers' she's probably not also a club footed, hunchback, webbed handed, lizard tongued, wheelchair bound, prime minister of a previously undemocratic military oil state, who was voted in after beating several frogs in a 'blending in with the lillypads' competition as judged by six former muscle car enthusiasts who have since taken up extreme fork balancing as their sport of choice, after one them discovered that metal that comes from the ground often has to be mined by someone, often requiring those employed to do such things to work outside major cities downtown central business districts, which is often where it's easiest to find a store that sells spatulas that are shaped like lightbulbs! 

No sir and/or madam, if that's your thing, that's your thing, and that's the middle and end of the story. 

So what's all you folks things? I'd like mine to one day be 'guy who regularly dominates the horticulture type dedication to wet and/or damp and/or dry solution based strangely rampant sense making' but for now I'm happy to merely remain 'awesome guy'. 

What I'd be thinking

Here's what I think I'd be thinking if I was a rock star in the world's biggest band about to do an only medium sized gig, comparatively to our other now massive sized gigs, which in all fairness we've only been doing for the past few years, although which happen to be awesome, and huge, and of course we deserve it.

I mean there was a time not that long ago that a playing a concert as big as this would have been an unthinkable dream. So I don't want it to sound like we are getting arrogant or have lost the spirit that drove us in the early days. It’s still there, trust me, we were born in small clubs and bars, and we’re driven by those great memories.

I know our music has been used in a few commercials now, and I agree, that's something I would have once thought was something only total sell outs would do, and yeah, I get it, a family van is hardly the type of product you'd have seen us promoting when we were still diving head first into drum riders, and saying that 'if the gig doesn't end with a head wound then we didn't really play'. But that commercial paid for the recording of our second EP which is the record that got us booked to play in Germany, which is the gig where we started to really get some buzz. So without that minivan there may never have been 'all the paper men' which is obviously a badass song.

I mean they played it at the funeral of that kid who died tragically when he got hit by lightening while volunteering in Haiti.

I know that suddenly sounded like I'm saying that's a good thing, I mean playing the song was, that funeral was on the news, it was a big break for us. But obviously the death was tragic, and for the re-release we did of it dedicated to that kid we gave all the profits to the charitable organization he was working with at the time of his death.

Yes only profits, studio time is very expensive, and we didn't want to half ass it. Or rush it. Recording a great song requires putting the right spirit and feelings into the song. And we couldn’t have made it as good as it was if we didn’t have fun doing it.

Of course giving some money to his family would have been a nice gesture too, but there was already a vast outpouring of support for them, and they we're very well taken care of. And no I'm not saying that they benefited from his death in anyway. I'm sure a couple of million dollars in donations does nothing to dampen the heartache. Look your putting fucking words in my mouth now 'SpellBiscuit frontman says family profited from their child's death'. I never fucking said that. Well I did just then, but only to illustrate point.

No I don't think that you can say anything you want if you’re saying it just to illustrate points 'oh rape is good', 'Hitler was swell'. 'If you’re not a pedophile then you're not ok with me'. I'd obviously never ever say stuff like that.

Yes I fucking know; I was just illustrating a point again. I was illustrating a point about illustrating points.

Wait there could be a song in that idea somewhere.

Oh fuck you all; I get my inspiration where I get my inspiration. Every artist does. And so yes, that beautiful song that played for your first dance at your wedding may have been inspired by some band joking around about fucking rotting corpses, and the song that plays during that puppy commercial that makes you cry is secretly about the artists desire to pluck your fucking eyes out with a fork and feed them to children. So why don’t you suck my fucking balls:

'Let's go fuck shit up boys, these fans are all assholes anyway!'

Wow, being a rock star would be awesome.