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16 janvier arty farty crap and sadistic funGood morning lads and lassies, yes i do realise that this is the SECOND time in a WEEK that i have written, but hey, savour it. its unlikley to happen again...
Nothing particularly controversial is being written, sorry, but I transfered all the things I drew on the laptop while i was down at the beach, onto this computer, and decided that i'd show them off here! I actually borrowed the laptop from Mum's school to do some writing for my ext 2 english (big creative writing thing) while i was down, but that didn't get around to happening. I would have spent my 2 weeks camping at the beach in the water if it hadn't rained and winded and stormed for the last 5 days... was excellent, under our van and my grandparents van turned to swamp, as we caught the run off from the entire park...
I have a new program, courtesy of Emma, so i'm not having to use paint or a demo program thats likley to run out halfway through a project. Check them out, over there on the side with the rest of my pics. the computer one for those deadbeats who haven't found it yet.
Steal my stuff and i will hunt you down and drown you in week old, sacrificial chickens blood.
ALSO, click here.
Tis an awesome game type thing that Mitch and I found. you'll like it if you a) hate George W. Bush or b) enjoy meaningless and sadistic fun. Its name is Bush's Downfall, and i want someone to turn it into a screen saver for me :D
goodbye comrades, Enjoy my wenchie
Rhi is out! 14 janvier are you happy now?Ok, so my last entry was at the start of november, and now its halfway through january, big deal! I never said I was regular... what matters is that i'm writing now, so stop whinging...
The flow of comments seems to have stopped now, at a record (for me) 31. I beat you katie
 . But as i look at my space, on that bit that i can only see if I'm signed in, i see lists. my last 5 blogs, my last 5 comments, but alas, i see an empty hole benieth them... A list named trackbacks, with only the doom filled line "no recent trackbacks" under it...it makes me sad.
Who cares that i don't know what the fuck a trackback is anyway, the point is that i have none.
Out of the kindness of your hearts, please donate me a trackback or five, so that list won't feel so lonley... im sure theres some sort of linkage happening at the bottom of this blog somewhere...
just think of my poor unloved list... neglect hurts most when you ignore it. COME ON! FEEL BAD ALREADY!
I'll talk about something else now, and let you stew over how much hurt you are causing my poor unloved trackbacks list...
Its less than a month till my boyfriend Mitch is stolen by the Army (click whinkey at the side bar over --> there)... and only a few weeks till one of my best mates Brendan runs off with the Air Force. he is found here (<- click that now) and probably a few months till another mate Scott (who doesnt have a space that i know of) ALSO pisses off and joins one of them.
I'm gonna bloody miss em, i tell you that.
Army goes to wagga and AF to somewhere in South Australia... its in SA so it doesnt really matter where, its over the border! down south! too far.And for those of you who dont know, wagga wagga is a dustbowl found in the middle of nowhere, very much south of here and west. here being up near the QLD border on the coast.Its so far, like another world away... too far to walk, or catch a bus to, (trust me on that... bus to wagga wagga is a very painful way to spend 20 hours)the only option is train or plane... i wish it wasnt so far.
So many of my mates will go and join the forces, and leave me all alone up here... You see i would follow them, but theres something about a "Psych test" and "not passing". I think it was my hair, i dont think they liked it... maybe i should have worn pigtails, they always make me seem like ore of a mature and responsible person...
*sigh* I'm not too good at the putting together of the meaningful words here, so suffice to say that i am going to miss them with an ache like someone just tore my arm out of its socket, and rubbed whisky and salt in the hole. More of a sharp pain really.
Mitch is the one i'm going to miss most of all though. Doesnt need to be said, but i will. i love him and its going to be hard without him here.
I'll manage though. Just a shame he goes the day before valentines day... someone has a sence of humour.
Rhi is out, leave a message after the beep, and dont forget to trackback me my dears. 2 novembre corrupting 'the mighty ford'Now, as you may know (because i have mentioned it/you've seen the pics)
I have a boyfreind. He is great: nice, sweet, funny. All the boxes of the "makes a good boyfriend" criteria have been ticked.
He is also really into cars, Bikes too, but right now cars. And especially fords.
My best friend Katie's boyfriend is also very much into them, and while they rave about tourque and exhaust pipes, we sit and nod and pretend to understand what the hell is going on while looking excited at just the right times and hoping that the last thing said was something good.
Both of the boys have cars of their own. Old red crappy fords. Old because New is too expensive for 18-19 yr old guys, Fords because its a manly brand (and their favourite), and red just because it goes faster.
Well katie and I were talking the other night and decided that we would make something really nice for the boys, and knowing just how much they LOVE their tough and manly fords, we thought that it would be a nice gesture. Showing how much we care and all that.
This masterpeice is my work... Katie's is made from scratch and a bit prettier (and can hopefully be seen soon on her site). Whereas i made mine with Paint Shop Pro. But they're both pink though, because we know just how much the boys love it.
Maybe for another suprise will paint the logos on the front of the cars with some glittery pink nail polish. I think it would be a nice touch.
Enjoy
 Your oddball is out23 octobre What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?Could it be? Could the Hokey Pokey actually be the meaning of life?
Screw 42, or maybe not. 42 could be the number of times you must do the Hokey Pokey before you get smacked in the face with epiphany, or the number of people needed in the Hokey Pokey circle... Or what you need tatooed on each eyelid to see the truth.
OR it could be a random number, sent out to trick us all.
But back to the pressing concern of the moment... The Hokey Pokey.
Thinking about it in depth, i have discovered that this is not quite the outrageous thought that it sounds...
For those uninitiated into the art of the Hokey Pokey, i will go through it step by step for you. Follow precicley to acheive spiritual enlightenment. For those practiced in Hokey Pokeyige, i will explain what i beleive to be the true and deep meaning behind these steps.
the first step is to stand in a circle, with your fellow Soul Searchers
This is so that all the energy of Hokey Pokey will be focused to the center, in the same way a circular magnifying glass focuses the energy of the sun, to burn an ant.
WARNING: USE OF THE HOKEY POKEY FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE GAINING OF KNOWLEGE OR ENTERTAINMENT OF CHILDREN COULD LEAD TO BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTNING OR ENGULFED IN FLAMES.
You put your left leg in: lift left leg and thrust it to the middle of the circle, whilst balancing on your right leg. please make sure all other body parts remain outside the circle
You test the waters, or the temperature of the Hokey Circle, to make sure there are no sharks and the like to come and steal your enlightenment away.
You take your left leg out: remove left leg from circle
You take it away again, to symbolise your consideration. You are thinking about wether you really want to know. Proving that your persuit of ultimate knowlege is not a whim
You put your left leg in, and you shake it all about: place left leg inside circe again, shake.
Returning the leg to the circle symbolises your decision to continue with the Hokey Pokey. You shake the leg to clense it of all doubts and evil.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about)
I cannot give you exact instructions for what the Hokey Pokey is that you do, as the Hokey Pokey is different for each person. Doing the Hokey Pokey is the main part of the dance, so it must not be forgotten. It is vital that you turn around though, as this exposes the next leg to the circle.
You put your right leg in: repeat 'left leg in' procedure, with your right leg
The signifigance of the right leg procedure is much the same as it is for the left leg. But this time it is with the right, creating balance between your two sides.
You take your right leg out: repeat 'left leg out' procedure, with your right leg
You put your right leg in and you shake it all about: repeat 'left leg shake' procedure, with your right leg
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about)
You put your left arm in: Thrust left arm into the circle
Going back to your right side is signifigant, as it again creates balance. The reasons for the procedure of left arm and right arm are much the same as for Left leg and right leg.
You take your left arm out: Remove left arm from circle
You put your left arm in and you shake it all about: Place left arm back in circle. shake.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about) You put your right arm in: repeat 'left arm in' procedure, with your right arm
You take your right arm out: repeat 'left arm out' procedure, with your right arm
You put your right arm in and you shake it all about: repeat 'left arm shake' procedure, with your right arm
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about)
You put your head in: Thrust head into circle.
Placing your head into the circle is readying it for the knowlege that will soon come.
You put your head out: Remove head from circle.
Same Theory as taking out your various limbs.
You put your head in and you shake it all about: place head back into the circle. shake
Again, the shaking is throwing off all the doubts and evil, more significant with the head, as it will be the one harbouring the knowlege of the universe.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about) You put your whole self in: jump into the circle. making sure all body parts are now inside
Putting your whole self in, is giving yourself completley to the Holey Pokey, and is one of the last steps toward total enlightenment.
You take your whole self out: Jump back out of the circle, making sure all body parts are outside again
As with taking the various body parts back out again, taking the whole self out is proving that you are seriously considering your decisions.
You put your whole self in and you shake it all about: return your whole self to the circle. shake.
Your whole self has now become clensed by the Hokey Pokey, after you have proven to it that this is what you desire.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn around (thats what its all about)
The final step in the Hokey Pokey, be sure to Hokey Pokey the right way for you, as it is imperative to the success of the dance. As thats what its all about.
Now that you have successfully completed the Hokey Pokey you are on the path that leads to the meaning of life, total enlightenment, ascencion etc. I wish you luck
repeat 42 times.
Oddball is out
10 octobre The Glory of GoogleAh, Google is great! Google i have just found out is INTELLEGENT! Google knows what i am hoping the majority of voting people over in America realise... Google, has lovely sense of humour... google knows all...
Why? you may ask am i raving about how wonderful Google is? well i just found that when you type in the word "Failure" and then hit the "im feeling lucky button" (you know the one that sends you immediatley to the page Google thinks is most appropriate to your search) you get sent to [drumroll] President George W. Bush's official page in the Official White House site!!!! Check it out for yourself! -->CLICK<--
Pure Genius...! Google, I salute you!
Your oddball is out 2 octobre Morning piratesWooo! yeah! updating!
Not a long one today, just a mundane whats-happeing-in-Rhi's-life type update. if this bores you, stop reading and save your soul.
Feeling right now, is that i want to go back to bed. Yes: i did wake up at 2:30 this afternoon and have probably had enough sleep today, but try telling that to my stupid body.
My Mum is cooking up something that smells heavenly right now, and Ninja (one of my cats, the obese black one, seen wearing sunnies in my photos) is going through the felines' stages of trying to scab food.
These are in order (most likeley of effort involved)
1: sit quietly at feet - if she knows im here, she'll understand and feed me
2: pace around feet, rubbing tail up legs - she'll notice me now and feed me
3: meow pitifully up at cook - 'oh poor little cat is hungry, woe is me, meow'
4: constantly meow at cook whilst tripping her over - annoyance is the key, she'll feed me to get rid of me
5: when all else fails, use cooks legs and own claws to climb up to where the food is - if the mountain won't come to mohammed...
This time, the courageous Ninja got to level four. The thing is, with Ninja it doesnt matter what is being cooked, she'll beg for it wether she is going to eat it or not. this time it was onions.
I apologise if none of this makes any sence, im a little tiny bit spaced out right now (and have been since wends) this would be due to the heavy duty, industrial strength, knock-out-an-elephant style painkillers i am on.
yes, [gasp] your hero is hurt! why? i have just had an operation, a second one actually, the first was in june. and no, i didnt tell you then. why? i have a bone disease known as Olliers Disease or Multiple Enchrondromatosis (spelling is optional) which creates these lovely cartlage tumours on the bones in my hands and feet. I have a few, about 13-15 in each hand and foot, but only a few are REALLY big, and these ones i had to get removed.
The process is great, They have to cut open the skin, and then the bone, scrape out all the cartlage there is in the tumour, then because the little shell of bone that is left is all balooned out and hollow, they fill it with some of my other bone from my wrist, and if there isnt enough i get coral, then break the bone into a more finger shape.
sounds fun eh? well i've had it done to six of them now, 3 in my left hand and 3 in my right, because they got too big and painfull to stay. Hopefully i dont have to have any more ops, but knowing me, i probably will.
In other, more happy type news, it was my birthday a few weeks ago, and i got a GRAPHICS TABLET among other things!!! WOW!!! excitment! i'll put some of my own (if amature) graphic art up now, instead of stealing everyone elses. Only the eye (which was on paint and the first) and the cat are ones i drew from scratch, the rest in the folder are photos i've messed around with using photoshop.
I havn't done much graphic art yet, but i love the stuff other people do, so if you are into it and have any advice for me, like what program to use or anything like that, id welcome it.
Yes, i lied again, i said this would be short... but hey, i'll blame it on the drugs this time.
Rhi is out
12 septembre drunkennessThings that are difficult to say when you're drunk:
a) Innovative b) Preliminary c) Proliferation d) Cinnamon Things that are VERY difficult to say when you're drunk:
a) Specificity b) British Constitution c) Passive-aggressive disorder d) Transubstantiate Things that are ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to say when you're drunk:
a) Thanks, but I don't want to sleep with you. b) Nope, no more booze for me. c) Sorry, but you're not really my type. d) No kebab for me, thank you. e) Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight? f) I'm not interested in fighting you. g) Oh, I just couldn't - no one wants to hear me sing. h) Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no co-ordination. I'd hate to look like a fool. i) I must be going home now as I have work in the morning. i take no credit for the making of this, it was sent to me by my aunt and i found it funny enough to go in here.
Rhi is out 14 juillet ... one should always take criticism with grace...WELL!
Here i am trying to entertain and the general respnse is: "i don't like it" "its too much like other spaces" and "if you do it again, i won't be happy"
Meaning no offence, of course, but what on earth made you think i cared about anyones contentment but my own?
If i feel inclined to write so put "flights of fancy" then i will. If i feel the sudden and unlikely urge to write teen angst poetry then i will! (lucky for you torture by verse is not my style)
I am not a cliche and don't beleive i ever will be, and not only does that mean that i won't follow trends mindlessly like a sheep, but that I will not pointedly avoid anything that said sheep do! Because in doing so i become a cliche in myself.
Funnily enough, I am capable of writing pieces other than rants and bitches! I enjoy writing, whether it be opinion or prose, and seeings I was under the impression that this was MY site, and I am not a consumer driven organisation, it won't really bother me that some people might not like what i have posted and therefore leave. Yes, thats right, i am not writing only for the feedback. I am writing because it is something that i enjoy.
So whether or not it get a bad rap on another site, the writing will continue. If only to add a little variety, because I'd hate to be predictable, and i would hate for this site to become boring. And if all i wrote was bitch upon bitch with a small smattering of rants, it WOULD become boring, and it might give the impression i was a tad cynical.
Rhi is out 4 juillet exlpainationwell my 4 (maybe 5 now! go me!) loyal readers are probably now wondering, 'What the hell just happened in the last entry?'
I GOT BORED. simple. and i needed to put an entry in to stop my readers from leaving to more regularly updated pastures and couldnt be bothered writing something new. if you don't like it, screw you because i didn't ask for your oppinion anyway, but for those that did, lavish praise is required.
 That was something i wrote as an english assesment at the start of the term. im thinking of putting some others in, but never fear, i won't torture you with poetry. if i think this worked, it will happen again. if it hasn't, then most likley it won't... untill next time it does. when i get bored again.
enjoy!
Rhi is out
Moto-x... a settingThe press of the crowd is suffocating, body-to-body. Strangers pressing in from every angle. The anticipation is intense as the wave of people sweet through the halls. At every gate people are waiting to be ushered to seats. Tickets in hand. From every gate comes that exhilarating blast of noise, light and smell that the people are here to experience. As the crowd drags them past each gate, they stand on tiptoe and crane their necks, just for one hint of the glory within. Intense noise. Loud above the excited babble of the crowd and the pitch of vendors selling hotdogs and coke, is the ear-splitting snarl of 2-stroke engines warming up. Another gate. Number 11 is swept past, this time granting a glimpse of high mountains of dirt. The excitement builds; only two more gates to go. The throng of people is sweaty. The air old and sticky, like it has been breathed by too many people. Elbows are everywhere. Boots stamp on feet and children run between the taller people. Keep a hand on your back pocket or you’ll lose your wallet to some quick fingers. Gate 12. More dirt, mounds of it, and a long steep metal ramp. Thunder splits the air. The pulse quickens. The almighty roar of a 4-stroke demands attention. They’re on the track now. Warm up. Kings of dirt riding their noble steeds of Kawasaki, KTM, Yamaha and Honda. Door 13 is in sight! Finally the smell of motocross reaches them, the intoxicating mix of petrol and dirt, sweat blood and much too many people in the one place. Breathe it in deep. Standing at the gate, so close to the bliss within, its all there. The thousands of tarp covered seats, the never-ending track with its mountains and mounds of dirt jumps, the invincible heroes warming up with their paramedics waiting close by. That sweet sweet smell of bikes, and of course, the useless blondes dancing out of time. This is what its all about, the hight of living, the wait is over. This is motocross. 27 juin regular is too boringoh dear, i seem to be in a pickle... whilst blog surfing yesterday (?) i came across a site, with a blog that i thought was pretty good, something about punk concerts and little sheepies rockin up and buying the shirt and badge without knowing whos playing or any song by the artist other than the publicity track they heard on the top 20... and really short skirts (my worst enemy....) so being nosy little me and wanting to put in MY oppinion on the issue, as i always do, i started writing about how sad it is that some insecure girls seem to think that the only way to ever be loved/get attention ect is to flaunt themselves and turn themselves into sex objects... all because of the damn Americans (hate #1) and their evil "r'nb" hip hop crap singing about "wont you be my hoe/nasty girl/bitch coz i wanna touch your body/fuck you/get blown." and the film clips and movies, like The Fast & the Furious, that show women as some kind of item, a mindless posession to give sexual gratification. (hate #2) But what i absolutley cant stand is the idea that the people making these movies, songs and film clips actually beleive that because they have, by mere chance been born with a phallus instead of feminine genitilia, that it makes them somehow better than us, that they can exploit, take advantage of and use us while at the same time critisising us for having one breast bigger than the other, or for having our thighs jiggle when jumping up and down. the pressure on women to have perfect bodys is ridiculus, but the sad thing is that it is not only restricted to grown women. The trend towards doing EVERYTHING younger and younger means that the impressionable teenage girls are being drawn into this image of the perfect, slim, airbrushed sex goddess that they see on almost every popular magasine cover, movie and film clip the world over. Because at 14 girls are SO pliable and most of them are insecure to boot, it is easy to convince them that to be loved one must be sexy, and to be sexy one must be easy. Just watch the O.C.! Everyone is having sex, or breaking up because she wont have sex with him because she is 12 ect... The end result of this, apart from almost everyone being replicas of Americans, is that everywhere you look you can watch the length of skirts shrinking, as girls become annorexic and throw themselves at guys thinking that this is how they can be loved. becuase when you get down to it, everyone wants to be loved, to know that they are wanted. The sad thing is, i watch this every day at my school, i see the skirts getting shorter and the girls wearing them getting younger and younger (and it has nothing to do with me getting older) and i know that most of the boys they flaunt themselves for don't love them, but only see them as what they have made themselves: just sex Rhi is out
PS: i seem to have deviated from my story a bit there... so in relation to the pickle i am in, i didnt get to finish a shorter version of that because my mum told me i had to do my homework and i had to end it in the middle. it did not make ANY sence... 23 juin updated finallyAH... its good to be back Oh my sweet jesus! reading the comments people have left me has inflated my head! this must be stopped! soon i won't be able to get through the doorway and into my room! So Maybe i CoOD RITE liKE Dis LikE EvRY1 ElsE DOz & B KooL 2!!!! WooooW I hAd nO iDea Dat Dis CooD b So MuCh EffORT 2 Do!!! ARGH! Sorry folks, i just couldn't continue to destroy all and every puntuation rule I had ever learnt.... i can't understand how people can actually write like that on a regular basis. MSN names are one thing, but i have seen entire blogs written like that. And the tragic thing is, theyre not writing about anything important anyway (please excuse my hipocriticism -is that even a word?! is now!- ) AH! on the subject of making up my own words to explain something once i have forgotten the CORRECT word, or just dont like it... I HAVE CREATED A WORK OF ART! oblangular yes, bask in its radience! and it has a meaning too! this creation is what happened when i forgot the word 'rectangular' in one maths class. my logic goes something along the lines of, if an oblong is an uppity rectange, why cant a shape be oblangular? hmmm...:) im proud of my contribution to the english language...
i have written a few stories, just short ones for some english assesments, and i was thinking about putting them in here to give you something to read. but im not sure if that would be too pretentious or not. i like them, because i really enjoy creative writing, but i dont want my 4 readers to leave me, because then updating would be like talking to myself (which i do.. but it isnt recorded so there is no proof) on another note, i am shocked! some foul, stupid, evil soul without a sence of humour has complained and gotten G-rant's blog FROZEN!! simply for making some comment, in jest about dirty jews. FOR CHRISTS SAKE! HES JEWISH! this was obviously a joke with no anti-sematic meaning behind it.... obvious because of the comment left below it, saying " this is not meant to cause offence, because i myself am a jew" WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO!! nothing is sacred in this politicly correct (see: anal retentive) society now... i have just found out that the good and honourable Cookie Monster (tm) my second favourite of the sesamie street charachters (the first being oscar the grouch) is now NOT ALLOWED to sing his signature song "C is for cookie, is good enough for me..." but now must sing " a cookie is a SOMETIMES food" WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sacrilige, thats what it is... IN MEMORY OF THE GOOD TIMES BEFORE THE WORLD BECAME SO POLITICLY CORRECT
thankyou... firstly i would like to say that G-rant's space, A Room With A Moose, was one of the best, and most cynical, funny, and all round fucking hilarious sites i've visited, and that it is a great loss to the online world of blogging to have it leave us. lest we forget Rhi is out for now... please dont forget to post me, that way ill get to see you're site too 24 mai bumblebees and chickenpoxsalutations people, now that ive welcomed and greeted you id like to say, nothing i will say has anything to do with either bumblebees or chickenpox. or wasnt supposed to but now that its in my brain i have thought about it and come up with some interesting ideas on the subject... BUT NOT TODAY! today is a day of fun, so breathe easy knowing im not (likeley to) go into a huge rant about how much i hate the world and society and blah blah blah whingety fuckin whinge. if it rhymed id be praised, but its not even close,( tho it has a catchy ring to it) so ill be out of praise... which is a shame, becuase i DO like to bitch... i get the feeling i still will but not aboout anything "important" what i have found, is that growing up in a hole of a redneck town, i cant stand the evil crowds of sydney! i went down there on an excursion for art, with the year 11 and 12 art classes (im in the yr 11 one by the way, i dont just rock up to other peoples excursions) and a few token year 10ers. probably for the sole purpose of licking my art teachers boots clean. Now im not claustrophobic, i acutally quite like tolling into a ball tight enough to sniff my own ass so i can fit in your average suitcase (just to check on the bagage handlers of course...) for all you city dwellers, understand this: my personal space extends in a circle with me at the middle, radius 1-2m. depending on my mood. when you see country people shake hands, they bend over to reach the other hand and shake. none of this "hi how arre you shake my hand while i rub the rest of my body on you" its a HAND SHAKE, not a full body shake!! so when my personal space is inVaded, i get edgy and twitch and sweat and all over FREAK OUT. but what i had discovered is that sydneysiders dont like crazy people. its more than the pretending-she/he/it-dosnt-exist mode they are usually in, they make a distict effort to AVOID this person. my perfect scenario.... my plan involved:
and... (forgive me, i have only just discovered the beauties of the 'dot point')
And at one stage our group was walking through this ridiculous underground walkway thing, which made me feel like a drain rat, that goes under a road. or something. why you need an underpass for a downtown road i dont know. something about stopping people getting run over, but i say that if the city folk actually followed the road rules there wouldnt be as many accidents. well in this concrete undrpass tunnel, there were people everywhere, EVERYWHERE! it was full up! so i grabbed the girl next to me, and started screaming FRIDGE!!!!! in a deep and slightly throat ripping when-i-was-little-mummy-dropped-the-refrigerater-on-my-head type voice. it was like a had suddenly said, " I'VE GOT SEVERE RADIATION SATURATION AND I JUST FARTED ANTHRAX!" instant space for about 5 metres around me and the girl i was clinging to whilst twitching. she played her part very well, trying to escape but not struggling, big eyes and flinching. i btw i DID know her. there were others, like coughing withought covering my mouth, and talking to stangers (which freaks them out. especially when you add a smile). or hugging people pretending not to know me. Singing country music helps too, like slim dusty. out of key preferably with guitar twaging noises in the instrumental bits but while we were down there we did meet some authentic crazy people. and got abused about 5 times in 3 days in 5 separate incidents. i was also accused of sleeping with my teachers son. i have now stopped wasting your time on this blog... fare well fellow bumkins! Rhi is out
15 mai what counts as a musician these days?yes fans im back again, this time with another biff against the world. now dont get me wrong, im not always shitty, even though it would seem that way seeings the last 2 of these blogs has been me having a good-ol bitch and moan about whats crawled up my ass that day. you have got to see that these are global issues! and i dont want to bore all my loyal readers with meaningless anecdotes about my day and what i ate (which today would have been toast with vegimite, a few biscuts and 8 cups of coffee) seeings if thats what i did, then my loyal readers would be creepy stalkers. as you might have already realised from the above. i have another pressing concern with the state of our world, in particular whats being played on our radios, and where the line between 'music' and 'meaningless crap' lies. because i know im going to get hate mail and death threats from what im about to write (even tho i love the attention) im warning you now: if you will get personally offended by my dissing of "musicians" (note the inverted commas) such as nelly, 50 cent, and nitty. the little x in the top right hand corner of your screen does have a purpose, so feel free to use it. what is a musician these days? the dictionary (as found at dictionary.com) states that a musician mu·si·cian (my n 1: someone who plays a musical instrument (as a profession) [syn: instrumentalist, player] 2: artist who composes or conducts music as a profession now please excuse my misunderstanding, nowhere in the dictionary meaning have i seen "speaks monotonously whilst equally monotonous computer generated sound effects play in the background" this so called R&B to me isnt music, there is nothing musical in the few varing notes sounded, nor in the meaningless lyrics, that speak of sex, hoes, sex with hoes, and bitches. which i might add, demeans and objectifies women into nothing but sexual possesions whose sole reason for being is to provide men with entertainment. their entire set up is fraught with sexism, no film clip is complete without the scantily clad faceless dancers and none to subtle "suck my cock bitch" this kind of 'music' is polluting our radiowaves, every second song is by some R&B clone of nelly, either spewing out the same rhymes as the rest, or better yet, attempting to remake old classics with new lyrics, and the trademark tone deaf singing. what is R&B? well those letters used to mean Rythm and Blues, but now it seems that the acronym stands for Rich and Black. what happend to the days of TALENT? where dancers danced, not bounced around, forever grabbing their testicles to make sure they were still there and not lost in amongst the ridiculously baggy relective fabric of their pants, what happened to the days of BELEIVALBE names even? as manly and testosterone pumped as "Nelly" "P-Diddy" and "Nitty" sound, i have a hard time accepting that a woman would really name her child that. now i KNOW i have offended people, but frankly i dont care. next time you're listening to the music, REALLY listen and tell me if its worth the millions and millions of dollars being payed to them... Rhi is out 13 mai something serioushello again HAPPY BLACK FRIDAY to all the underpreciated misunderstood black cats, IM ON YOUR SIDE! (a special shoutout to Ninja, my beloved kitty. shes not completley black, but we dont discriminate here) i cant seem to keep to one background can i... for all you 'regulars' (ie the two people who occasionally visit) you may have noticed. simple reason being that there was just too much of that pinkish coulor in the last one. and no matter how much i liked the tartan, the pink was just too much. i dont like pink. and neither do i like to be labeled. ( in comes the seriousness mentioned above) The amount of times i have been asked by the more 'fashionable' members of our society if i am a Punk or even a Goth *gasp* like it is some sort of pitiable disease, is starting to annoy me. why is it that everyone wants to label each other? why cant you just leave people as themselves. why does everyone have to fit in a little box, and be filed away as another faceless clone. (i dont like the word clone, but studying has left me brainfucked and so a more suitable word is lost in the sludge. clone sounds too much like clown) i admit that i do seem to label people to, but i dont go up to them and shout, as if they are too stupid to understand "are you a teenybopper hoe? or a little slut maybe?" its not very nice is it. its not that i take being called goth or punk or whatever as an insult. and then theres the ones who label themselves. the ones who say 'im like, punk now, wow' but in the process are destroying their own labeling system because they just use the word like a title, but still be all pink and supre and miniskirtish, still listen to brittney and that jesse mcfagboy, but PRETEND to like something else. the thing is, theyre the same people who say 'oh, are you like, goth or something?' Why is it now suddenly cool to be punk? to feign depression and anger? what i want to know is, why the lack of individuality? why would somone honestly want to be the same as everyone else? why follow, and more importantly, WHO are these little sheepies following? and why lie about yourself. ill stop my rambling now. if all you out there have actually UNDERSTOOD my bitching and moaning, then ill shake your hand, coz its not often that i make sence. and if youve read this and it has provoked any out of the ordinary thoughts, feelings, whatever, write me a comment of some form. it makes me feel loved. even the abuse from the supre-sheep. ;) your beloved Rhi is out
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isn't it a beautie!
. totally unfounded. but that is another story, and an interesting one at that, and if you ask me nicley (as in write me comments, because pathetic though it is, it excites me) ill tell you the story in my next blog. yes, there is a story, its a whole scandal! also with that installment will come the recounts of getting terrible directions to an art museum, which took us walking past silverwater correctional centre... 4th incident of abuse.
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