The Remo ‘Tempus Fugit Planner Notebook’ 80% off…
July 26, 2010
One of my favourite planners ever.
Now only $7.20 – that’s 80% orf in discount-speak.
For those who still remember how to use a pen – and those who resist the pull of the iPhone/iPod Touch/Palm world.
Check the previews to see why this is much, MUCH more than a diary. m@
Weekend Writing Challenge: Sometimes We Fight
July 19, 2010
The shit people believe is unbelievable. 
"Rockets that can go around corners! It's bloody true!"
"Bollocks Jimbo, have a thought for a second about the aerodynamics involved. You've got a missile travelling at fuck-knows how fast right?"
"Right."
"And this missile has teeny tiny wings right?"
"Right."
"But 'somehow', it can steer and manoeuvre better than say, an F1-11 jet, which has to deploy it's swing-wings in order to turn in a nice tight arc of ooh… 2 frigging miles? Get off it!"
"But I saw it on CNN – they're all talking about these smart missiles."
"Oh, CNN! ex-kyooze me! Now, so, because the twats at CNN, who have a HUGE agenda, tell you a missile can blow up an arms-depot, but leave the hospital next-door intact – you accept it as gospel truth?"
"Sure, it's the fucking NEWS mate, the NEWS! The news doesn't lie, why would it?"
"Yep, a missile can perform a precision demolition in a split second, that normally takes MONTHS for an entire HIGHLY skilled demolition team to perform, planting explosives at JUST the right spot, and setting them off with mathematical precision?"
"Fuck you Kennedy."
I call upon the mighty power of Social Networking and blogs to help me in my quest for a home. Feel free to pass the following note on to anyone you think may be able to help.
Easy-going creative type (designer/illustrator/content-writer/geek/boffin), looking for a room (or a VERY cheap one bedroom flat / long-term house-sit / etc.) READY TO MOVE IN NOW!
Preferred areas:
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From no further south than St Kilda / Elwood, to the inner-city, Richmond etc. and as far north as Alphington. I prefer to be near water but close to proper coffee is probably a bigger factor. Will go east as far as Hawthorn etc. but not west (Can’t handle the ‘burbs either, I’d rather dig my eyeball out with Amanda Vanstone’s toenail). I’m an old-school St Kilda boy, (and reminisce constantly about ‘the good old days’) but now most folk I know seem to be around Northcote/Fitzroy so that’s probably where I should be too.
About me:
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I’m an easy-going, meat-eating food/wine loving designer/illustrator/content-writer, fond of a bit of ‘nesting’ (you may have to stop me from shifting furniture around and buying too many cushions). I’ve recently returned to Melbourne after a year in Sydney looking after my mum who was terminally ill. Before that I had 6 years in Scotland which followed 2 years in Ireland. I’m probably older than you, but younger than that guy over there. That guy sucks. So does his penguin.
* I like *
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* Homes that are a bit different.
(i.e. weird warehouse conversions, roof-top gardens, ghosts, whatever).
* Homes with pets (& kids).
* Smoke-free(ish) homes.
* Housemates who enjoy cooking or will smile politely at my attempts.
* Housemates who don’t take themselves too seriously and enjoy a bit of banter.
* Big, airy, old rooms.
* Housemates who have travelled, or do travel or who are from other places.
* Homes with diverse musical tastes.
* Homes with Otters.
(While the odds of finding a house with an otter are pretty slim, I thought I’d mention it anyway. You know, just in case, because otters rock.)
* I don’t really like *
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* Smokey houses.
* Right-wing flatmates.
(unless they like a good argument)
* Intense households.
(Life is much better and funnier than you think Mr/Ms Emo)
* Vegan households.
(I eat meat and can’t handle the guilt trip. Or the mung beans)
* Dishes piled up in the sink from 3 days before.
* Overly serious, trustafarian, fire-twirling, tabla-bashing pseudo-hippies.
(but I dig real hippies, and drums, and fire. You work it out).
* Speed Metal, Death Metal, (basically any kind of Metal except Lounge-Metal, and only because Steve Mascord and I invented it.), James Blunt, Franz-bloody-Ferdinand and that musical equivalent of Mogadon, Coldplay.
* Penguins
If there’s anything else you need to know, drop me a line.
Cheers,
Matt H Kennedy
0403 608 503
flatmatt777@gmail.com
Testing the WordPress command…
December 22, 2008
I’ve just seen the Socceroos wander around ANZ Stadium whilst China squeezed a goal into their busy schedule of seemingly auditioning for the Italian team. (For those unfamiliar with the favourite pastime of Italian footballers, they drop like stones at the slightest glance, clutching their shins and moaning theatrically .)
Anyway, it was a shite game but a great crowd. 72,000+ I believe. The half-time entertainment confused me a bit though. Just because Bryan McFadden “the fat-dumb-one-from-Westlife” lives here (who LET him live here??) why do we have to have him as a guest goalie in our half-time kicky-boot comp for the kiddies? We have PLENTY enough sub-standard, cheesy celebri-twits of our own to fill choice spots like this. I bet McChubba was paid for it too. Now does this money go into an Irish bank account? Where ‘artists’ (the term is VERY loose!) don’t pay a plop of tax? tbc.
xXpatM@
February 28, 2008
Somewhere in the Department of Immigration & Citizenship are some non-existant bits of paper (or the modern version at least, bits of data on computer) which are causing pain and suffering for me but particularly for my mum. I say non-existent because there doesn’t seem to be anything which categorically says that I am, or I amn’t, an Australian Citizen.
As far as the bits of paper are concerned, I’m an Irish Tourist, but my birth, my history and my family tell another story.
So which is right? (and the difference may mean I’ll have to leave… but where to?)
I was born in Sydney, at Crown Street Women’s Hospital. My Mum was born in Sydney, as was my Dad. Like many people in Australia, I have a proud, sometimes muddled, mixed heritage. Depending on who you ask in the family, I’m an Irish, Hungarian-Gypsy, Anglo-French mongrel. With possibly a bit of Jewish blood down the line and, romantically it seems, a touch of Koori too. I was called a ‘skip’ at school, which I hated, as I wasn’t from convict stock and I didn’t feel ‘anglo’, I was at least as ‘foreign’ as my Italian, Maltese, Greek and Spanish friends at North Annandale Primary School as most of those had generations of history here, I had 70 years. But it seems freckles and fair skin made me a skip by default.
I was in the Scouts, even the nerdy cousin of scouts, the Boys Brigade (odd for a nominal Catholic I’m sure) and I served, well, studied electronics (badly), in the Royal Australian Air Force.
But according to the rule of law, I’m not an Australian and I’m not entitled to be here except, as an Irish tourist on a 3mth visa.
How did this confusion come about? I wanted to see Europe, and as I didn’t have much money, I wanted to work there.
– A small, petty issue of passports and dual citizenship.
to be continued… (laptop battery going flat)…
