Super Mario Depression

Its been a long week of work and filming and am now in Auckland for the weekend filming a fashion show. Been in my hotel room for about half an hour and already I’m bored and over it. Never was one for hotels, the novelty of it wears off pretty quickly and by the end of it, your trying to figure out how get rid of the dead hooker. Typical.

Anyway, in other news, there’s word of a Preacher movie again, this time its ‘confirmed’ with Sam Mendes directing this time. The last I heard about this project, it was going to be an HBO series, but turns out it got dropped for being ‘too dark’ and ‘religiously controversial’, which is kind of the point right? Well anyway, I hope they don’t fuck it up, cause I friggin’ love Preacher with all of my body (including my pee pee).

The Mountain Goats have finally announced their return after postponing the Australian leg of their tour and breaking my heart. December 17th, I’m there and so should you.

Man, I’ve now had this tab open for so long and can’t think of anything more to write about. Not that you’d notice. I’ve been clicking between tabs and keep coming back to this window with the blinking icon saying “finish writing this post you lazy fuck. Stop ignoring your blog. Update use more often. We maybe annoying like a herpes sore, but we’re yours to deal with for the rest of your life”… okay… shit, I must be really tired. I’ve just written a whole paragraph of my train of thought and am now writing about me writing about writing my train of thought… wow… I’m actually confused now. Oh and if your reading this Ross, I forgot to return that library book and its up in Auckland with me. Will return it on Sunday. My bad.

I need to sleep.

Impressively, this site is starting to near 1000 hits which is so cool I’m gonna do a repeat of what I did last time my site neared 1000 hits, offer a sweet prize to whoever is the 1000th visitor or nearest to after the fact. You can take screen caps by pressing alt + print screen which will copy an image to your clipboard. Save it, send it to me and you could also win one of these…

And second prize is you all have to suffer through this.

Where is your god now?

At work tonight my boss was praising my recent work efforts. Wasn’t really paying as much attention until I heard it said “you worked really hard like a little nigger”.

No other workmate heard it, nor were they in earshot, but goddamnit if I’m not pretty certain much, shit you not, 99% certain that is what was said and I was fairly dumbstruck to continue listening or react or anything.

Mental.

Probably one of the more bizarre discovered ‘possible murder’ scene stories I’ve read in a while…

Joyce Germain, 59, was found dead in the bathroom of her ground floor unit in Darlinghurst in April 2006. The inquest into her death will hear from four persons of interest.

Ms Germain’s body, which was half naked, was found covered with clothes, a hard hat was on her chest, and the cord of an iron was loosely wrapped around her neck. The cord of a toaster was wrapped around and hanging from a shower curtain rod and red lipstick was smeared over parts of the bathroom

Okay, which is weird of course, but when you go into the details of the investigation…

She had been wearing a dress that was found to be pulled up near her shoulders. A knife was also found in the bathroom but Ms Germain had not appear to have any knife wounds on her body.

A syringe was also found in the bathroom, it contained DNA from a neighbour, Chady Wazir, a person of interest.

Wazir told police he had found Ms Germain dead and had remained in the apartment with her body for some time shooting up next to her body.

However, he denied inflicting any injury to her.

And then…

Another man, Robert Kaminga, came to the attention of investigating police after yelling from his balcony above Ms Germain’s flat that he “knew who did it”, Det Const Milburn said.

When he went upstairs to speak with Mr Kaminga, the detective said, he found “leather items, whips and chains hanging from the walls” for use in sexual activity.

Det Const Milburn said Mr Kaminga told him: “You can be my master any time, come round after work.”

When he reminded him it was a serious police investigation, Mr Kaminga replied: “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

Okay, I’m pretty much copying and pasting the most of the article, but those are the highlights of strangeness that seems to surround this case. Can check out the full article here.

Mental.

Monday night I got a phone call and it was nothing but Arnold Schwarzenegger quotes along with some Samuel L Jackson one-liners. This went on for about 20 minutes I’d say something and then something from an Arnie film would be quoted back to me. The conversation ended when, well… I guess they hung up. But I never got a call back and I still wonder now if that was a radio station or just some jokers pulling one helluva elaborate prank.

Tonight has been just as interesting. Last week, the local papers did an article on the 48 and our win. We had a picture put in and that ran on Thursday afternoon. I’ve worked two shifts since then and had completely forgot about it till tonight when no less than six customers have come up to me wondering at first if that was me and me sheepishly saying yes. Weirdness for it to just happen suddenly and so far only in one night so long after the fact.

But there’s still over a week till the 48 Finals are televised and its starting to come to the question of where exactly we’re all going to be hanging out to watch the show next Thursday. So far it’s just at someones house, but I’m heavily considering hiring out a room at the Academy, but we’ll see for now.

Other than that, not a helluva lot has been going on. I’ve still got this bout of sleeping a lot, which is odd as I’ve been eating alright and well… just being alright. For the last few days I’ve been sleeping in more and kinda staying in bed a lot. At first I thought I was getting sick again and even had a semi-sore throat going on, but since then the throat has gotten better and well… We’ll just see after tonight.

On the way back from work tonight, I came across two very tired fellows and a run down car. A very heavy run down car.

Making sure all was okay (their gear box had given out), I offered to help them push their car to where they were going, not thinking twice about the fact I was helping them push it over 400 metres uphill.

Very exhausted now, but got plenty of rest when a couple of cops came around after getting reports that there were these guys that looked like they were stealing a car.

Well anyway, my leg muscles feel torn to shreds and I’m gonna have me a refreshing beverage that better damn well taste satisfying after tonight’s acts of kindness.

*update*: It sure did.