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well another eventful weekend here on the glorious gold coast. it was dave’s birthday yesterday, and if youre a frequent reader of this here blog im sure youve heard of him before. he’s the dude that is almost always involved in anything crazy that happens around here. the nite begins with some shots of absynthe, apparently its legal here, i dont know if it back home or not. anywho, that shit messes you up, although i didnt see any green kylie minogue fairys… stupid moulin rouge… so we went to this place called “swingin safari”, which weve been meaning to go to for awhile cause it has costumes for you dress up in. what we didnt know however, was that nobody there actually dresses up, everybody there seemed “too cool”. but thats obviously not gonna stop us, so we were the ones everybody at the bar was staring at. costumes might not be the right word, its more just a huge rack of random thrift store kinda stuff. i had a nasty purple wig, a dress over my clothes, and a denim jacket, it was a pretty sweet getup, hot as balls though. carter always makes fun of me by saying shit about denim and canadian tuxedos and whatnot, so i figured i’d just embrace it. so we’re all dressed up like assholes right, and who do i run into but one of my sisters friends reidy. he was up from sydney for some wedding anniversary or something, and we tried calling my sister and tim but they didnt pick up. i think they have some ridiculous messages on their phone. meanwhile everybody else left to go to another bar thats like 20 minutes away so me and pat decide to walk there. oh, and i put back the wig and dress but kept the denim coat, its so money, i love it. luckily, the beer store stays open pretty late so we grabbed a tallie in a paperbag for the road. we eventually make it to howl at the moon (the crazy piano bar), sneak in somehow, and join the party where the yagger bombs are flowing like wine. at this point, im out on the dance floor with my bleached denim jacket, collar up of course. then, im not really sure what i was thinking at this point, but i dance with some “woman” for like a really long time. my roomate estimates her somewhere in the 30-35 range (carter likes to say 50, but i dont think i could get that drunk). anywho, i think i might have made out with her a little on the dancefloor. apparently i like cougars, who knew? so then we go home, where i eventually pass out on the couch and dave put a “i love george w bush” sign on me and put chopsticks up my nose for a photo op. it was his birthday, he shoulda been the passed out guy, oh well. i woke up at the crack of noon to a crazy torrential downpour. the gymnasium/games room and the underground car park have like 3 feet of water in them, the river outback is like 8 feet higher than usual, and its raining like crazy. so thats my weekend… hopefully some denim jacket pictures will surface…

and here’s some good reading:
Bin Laden’s Video Transcription - bin laden is pretty smart, this was a pretty surprising read. he’s pretty dead on about a lot of things. i of course dont support his whole bleed till bankruptcy thing, but me and ol’ bin laden seemed to be pissed off for the same reason… and both like farenheit 9/11, haha
Reason 1 and Reason 2 of why I’m so worried for this world because of Bush’s re-election: more war and less civil rights.
No Longer a Christian - For my religous readers, who often question why im so against religion, here’s a good article about how the christian right in america supports war and how fucked up that is.
Evidence mounts that the vote was hacked - i wonder if stuff like this is gonna get anywhere, it probably wont get picked up by the major news media, but this is pretty scary. and it makes a lot of sense.

and this is one of the funniest things ive seen in awhile, im way behind on this one, but its the dave chapelle rick james thing. definitely worth watching. “what did the fingers say to the face? SLAP!” haha