Thursday, May 16, 2002 05:12 p.m.

I'm so happy! Talk about the best musical afternoon ever. I was just glancing at the TV for no reason what-so-ever, when I see Placebo appear, and I hear Brian say "We're Placebo, and you're watching Channel [V]". Then Every you, every me started to play, play, play. Brian is so perfect. I discover new things about this music video every time I see it, because of the way it's filmed (and that sounds a bit weird, but oh well). This time I realised that what Stef is wearing is actually a furry green dress with pants underneath. How did I not notice that before? It looks so funny!

Anyway, back to my description of the rest of the perfection. Although Brian was followed by the suckiness that is Holly Valance, she was followed by... The Smashing Pumpkins, doing a song called Perfect that is really good but I hadn't heard before! Then straight after that I got to hear Tenacious D's new song, and it turned out to be Tribute! That's the song of theirs I love the most! They obviously had to change it for release here (my original version has them playing Stairway to heaven as the best song in the world, and the version I heard today had some song I'd never heard before instead) but it's still good. Straight after that I heard Frontier Psychiatrist, which I haven't heard for ages, and is really funny. I'm still watching now, so maybe I'll get to hear more top shit!

Thursday, May 16, 2002 10:07 a.m.

Hedwig came out on video yesterday. I've been looking forward to seeing this since last year, and now I finally can! Of course, I won't be able to rent it yet, but I can soon. That's really the most important thing, right? Of course! I can't wait, I can't wait, I really can't wait.

I cut a demo last night. Oh, the special, impressive words! I never realised how much I suck. I mean, I knew I was bad, but this... this overwhelming crappiness. No one should ever have to hear themself, it's like horrible punishment.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002 12:01 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Breathe in now" [radio edit], George

Shite, and other English curse words! Did anyone watch The Practise tonight besides Anna and I? The end was the most shocking one they've ever had! Who'd have thought that the defendent that we all thought was innocent from the start, that had his guilty verdict overturned by the judge (because he thought he was innocent too), was actually guilty and having a gay relationship with the minister who turned out to have made up the story about the guy from his church admitting that he was the real murderer?! It was so cool, when Jimmy went back into that bathroom at the end, and the two of them were kissing. It was just so unexpected!

I missed Top of the Pops ths Friday because I was at Candice's house, and I'm very upset about it. I'm only mentioning this because it's time for me to talk about that other thing I mention every week... Tonight's Buffy episode. Has anyone else noticed that Spike's skin is making a slow transformation from very pale to very pink? Tonight he looked like a bunch of flowers. Pink flowers. The way he acts around Buffy now is really, really creepy. Honestly, I don't know what the hell is wrong with him. I don't know what the hell is wrong with Xander either. Although Willow was my most hated character after the last episode's magic fiasco, he has snatched that position with his utter crappiness tonight. The End.

Sunday, May 12, 2002 09:51 p.m.

Currently listening to: "A thousand miles" Vanessa Carlton

Oh no! I just found out that Christopher Masterson, aka Francis from Malcolm in the Middle is a Scientologist! Is there no justice in this world?

On other things, Candice's Birthday semi-party was on Friday night/Saturday morning. I say semi-party because who really has actual birthday parties anymore? No one, that's who. We watched movies, and listened to jiggy songs. On Saturday the people who don't really like studying went to the movies and saw The Count of Monte Cristo. It's pretty good, but I so didn't expect Guy Pearce to be evil. Saying that doesn't spoil anything though, because he's evil from the beginning.

Saturday, May 11, 2002 09:46 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Luminous" Blur

I bought Wherever you will go today. I love that song so freaking much that I can hardly believe it. Even if I didn't know that Alex is gorgeous I'd still love his music. It's so lovely and beautiful and sad that it just makes me want to cry. Well, not cry... but it's still sad. I think the reason I love it so much is because the first time I had it on repeat I was reading an interview Nicky did about Richey, a year after he went away. So now when I hear the song, I immediately associate it with my lost beloved. But even without that it's stilla good song.

Thursday, May 9, 2002 01:30 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Take On Me" A-ha

I'm sick... as... a... dog. I've been at home (which, admittedly, is a good thing) for the last three days. I know I'll have to go back to school tomorrow, but my God, I have the most disgusting taste in my mouth! Sorry, got distracted. Just being on the computer has made me feel quite dizzy, so I've spent my at-home time sleeping and watching television. Gah, my head hurts.

I know I've been posting a lot of music news here lately, and I'm going to try to stop doing that. It's just that I feel so special knowing things before other people do. But... yeah, I'm just going to have to let people find important things out for themselves. I will inform everyone that Jennifer Lopez had a semi-nervous breakdown on the set of her new movie, though. Because it's really funny. Serves the stupid, talentless cow right. The End.

Wednesday, May 8, 2002 03:36 p.m.

"Suicide is Painless" Manic Street Preachers

Well, bugger me then! I guess I was wrong about Holly Valance, and her music career. Having just predicted that her similarity to Kylie would be a bit too much, she reached Number 1 in England already (on Monday). I guess the English public couldn't resist a Neighbours girl singing a dance track naked with only white light covering the parts that need to be covered. Dammit. The song is crap too, in case anyone's interested. I've heard it three times, and that was three times too many.

When talking about the forthcoming Placebo album I think I forgot to mention that Brian has done the vocals for a song by dance group Alpinestars, called Carbon Kid. I watched a Quicktime video about the making of the film clip and, thank all that's good in the world, Brian's hair is almost back to normal. Also, from what I was able to hear of the song, it's pretty good.

Today is Darren Hayes birthday. Happy Brithday, Dazza Hazza! I love you, because you were born in the same city I was, and because your new song is good. Ah, Strange Relationship. So much better than Insaziable/Insatiable that it's not even funny. Anyway, happy birthday Dazza. The End.

Monday, May 6, 2002 11:15 p.m.

The most annoying thing about Buffy tonight seemed to be... hair. Anya's new blonde 'do' is way too yellow, and looks like a wig. The way Willow's hair flicks out at the ends right at her shoulders annoys me, as does the fact that Dawn's hair is all the same really long length. Also, what is with Buffy having her hair the same every episode now? Does she like braids/plaits that much?

I object to the whole 'Uh oh, I'm addicted to magic' storyline on all sorts of levels. There was one thing about it that was stupider than all the other stupid things. How the hell did Willow get 'addicted' to that weird eye guy's magic after only going once? Wait, there was two things that were stupid. The second was that every symptom of being addicted to any drug in the whole world seemed to also be a symptom of being addicted to magic. Check her eyes! Check her eyes! The End.

Monday, May 6, 2002 04:57 a.m.

Pissed off rant ahead...

I knew Australia sucked, I just didn't realise how much until now. Does anyone know who The Vines are? No, of course not! They are a new Australian band that I saw on Top of the Pops two weeks ago. They're being hailed as somewhat excellent and believe me, after hearing their ninety second song I may have to agree. The problem is, they're an Australian fucking band, and no one in Australia has fucking heard of them! They're being described as a new Nirvana, and this year's Strokes! James Dean fucking Bradfield has been quoted as saying they're 'absolutely fucking brilliant'! Best of all, the singer is the kind of hot I thought was only available in England! Man, I'm so pissed OFF!

Monday, May 6, 2002 01:12 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Bad Cover Version" Pulp

Just like I promised, it's time for my weekly recap of... Top of the Pops. I realise that I get it here in Australia a week after Britain (and probably the rest of the world) but to me it's still relevant. Of course, every week I spend half-an-hour yelling at my television screen, but that part is irrelevant. This time I got to marvel at the next Neighbours "star" trying to follow in Kylie and Natalie's collective footsteps. Unfortunately, when I closed my eyes I couldn’t tell the difference between Holly Valance’s voice and Kylie’s. I don't think Holly has an especially lucrative musical career ahead of her, personally.

I had to suffer through fucking Oasis again, and no I do not mean that in a literal naked Liam Gallagher sense. On a happier note I got to see the new Pulp song, which is simply lovely. In fact, I'm listening to it right now! Jarvis Cocker, silly name or not, is my idea of a perfect frontman. The way he moves on stage is incredible, and during this particular song he started playing with the microphone when he didn't have to sing, throwing it up and catching it, and other things like that. He's so cool ^_^.

Sunday, May 5, 2002 06:39 p.m.

My God, the world's gone insane. The Jackson Five are reforming and releasing an album. What's wrong with these people? Do they honestly think that anyone will care? Because if they do then they are sadly mistaken. Actually, I'm sure there are a lot of people that care. I just get Blame it on the Boogie stuck in my head all the time, and it's made me hate them...

I got a dress for the formal. It's red, and long. I don't like it much, but it was better than the other shit I could have gotten. Now I'm desperate to get a tiara so that I can hang a tag off it that says 'Nicky Wire's tiara'. I want a black feather boa too, so that it can be labeled 'Brian Molko's feather boa'. As long as I'm able to get those I really don't care what I look like. The End.

Saturday, May 4, 2002 04:16 p.m.

Currently listening to: "The Kick Inside" Kate Bush

I was going to recap last night's Top of the Pops the next time I wrote something here. But that was before marvellous things happened. First I was able to get to HMV like I've been desperate to do since Thursday. They still had the magazine I wanted to buy (last copy, and it mentioned Richey and Brian) so I bought it. I was also going to buy Wherever you will go by Alex and his fantastic friends, but I was looking at CDs on a marked down items table, and one of them was... The Kick Inside, Kate Bush's first album, for $9.95! So I bought that, then went to my favourite newsagent (yes, I have a favourite newsagent), and they had two new issues of Mojo! One of them was a special issue, and on the front was about one hundred musical people. Nicky Wire was one of them, and he looked so pretty... Anyway, I'm going to buy that tomorrow when I have more money. On the way home Bat out of Hell by Meat Loaf came on the radio, and I have a giant secret (but not anymore) love for that song. Oh, what a morning.

Thursday, May 2, 2002 10:02 a.m.

I'm at school, whee! It's the first time I've written something here from school in awhile (because I hadn't been on these shitty computers this term yet) and I'm so thrilled. I'm also in the library. I think I'm meant to be working on something, but I dont know what. I don't even know what subject this is... Wait, yes I do, it's Biology. I was freaking out for a second there. The End.

Wednesday, May 1, 2002 08:58 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Anarchy in the UK" Megadeth [Sex Pistols cover]

Happy news from the happy feind (that's me by the way): Placebo begin recording their new album in July. What a nice birthday present they're giving me! Also, apparently they've been writing so much that they could possibly be doing a double album. I don't know how I feel about that. Although it would be nice to have heaps of new songs to listen to, on the other hand... it would be less likely to get into the Australian charts (double albums cost more, and Placebo aren't that popular here to begin with), it's harder to listen to all the way through, and if they do tour Australia and I do end up getting to see them, they'll be less likely to play many of the old good songs, like My Sweet Prince and I Know because they were never singles.

There seem to be a lot of people out there (you know, about) that are very impressed by Nicky Wire's thighs. Intrigued, I researched this unusual phenomenon, and came across a website dedicated to them (scary as that may be). You know, they're really quite nice. It helps that he occasionally wears little dresses that show them off. I really love Nicky now. It's a shame that Richey was in the band, because I can never like Nicky the best. The End.

Tuesday, April 30, 2002 02:49 a.m.

I'm feeling such utter intense relief right now. I've been keeping a horrible secret for a few weeks now, but I just found out something and... utter relief. You see, a month ago human remains were found right near where Richey's car was left seven years ago. It was feet, to be more specific, still wearing shoes. Of course, I couldn't tell anyone this. How could I? But I was so scared for him. Anyway, I just found out that the shoes weren't made until 2001. So it can't be Richey. I'll be alright now. The End.

Tuesday, April 30, 2002 12:01 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Breathe In Now" George

I know it's strange, but I feel such pity for certain famous people. It's like a desperate need I have to look after these people who seem to have so much trouble living the lives that they've ended up with. Daniel Johns is a fine example. I want to comfort the poor little thing so much, and look after him. Then I could wash his hair for him, too. I'm so worried about what he might do to himself. Another one like that is Damon. He just seems so weak and lonely... and kinda pathetic. Poor Damon.

This would be where I get to explaining my obsessive love of Richey. He was almost like an angel, never meant to be born. But I'm glad he was. Look at this picture. His mind was obviously elsewhere. He was always elsewhere, and it just makes me so sad and angry that no one was able to pull him out of his... whatever it was. God dammit, come back! You're not dead, you can't be! You're just not!

Monday, April 29, 2002 12:26 a.m.

So much for that momentary high. I just found out that the guy who played Aries on Xena died last year, when he fell six stories and went splat on the ground below. Did I mention the death of Alice in Chains frontman Layne Staley yet? He died last week. I was just about to research them too, having heard them mentioned in the same breath as Nirvana so many times. It was the eight-year anniversary of Kurt's death not long ago. Dead people, dead people, dead people. The End.

Sunday, April 28, 2002 11:51 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Common People" Pulp

Mmmm... this is song makes me shiver, in all it's excellence and happiness. Honestly, having this song on repeat for the last half hour has almost completely washed away the very unhappy mood I've been in all weekend. Thank you Jarvis Cocker, you make me dance the sadness away! I'm, dancing, dancing now. "Oh, I wanna live like common people, and I wanna do what common people do!"

I was overly annoyed tonight when Katrina was voted off Big Brother. Who are these morons that are voting anyway? Why would anyone in their right mind want to get someone who talks to themself all the time removed from our television screens? I personally couldn't vote this week (wasn't allowed, it costs too much) but I doubt whether my votes could have saved her; 57% of the voting public are stupid.

I just realised something. The Rolling Stones played rock music, right? Well, rock... stone... a connection! I'm such a dumbarse, with such silly things to say. I tried to write a new song. Here's all I could come up with:

You were too perfect for this world
So I killed you
I hope you're grateful
You're so perfect

See how much I suck, and also write about strange things? The End.

Saturday, April 27, 2002 11:20 p.m.

Currently listening to:"The Modern Age" The Strokes

Shit, that was messed up! Once again, I appologise profusely for my previous post. I might delete it actually. Maybe. I haven't decided yet.

I'm so magically proud of myself because, after trying to figure out how to do it for so very long, I finally figured out how to align text on both sides for this page. It's like a big giant accomplishment. I'll soon have all the HTML skills required for me to be classified as, well, not a moron. I can hardly wait.

I just saw Amélie, and it's such a gorgeous movie! I didn't expect it to be so funny, but that was the best thing about it! Especially when the narrator listed people's likes and dislikes. Everyone should see this movie, believe me. The End.

Saturday, April 27, 2002 06:35 p.m.

"Stay Beautiful" Manic Street Preachers

People died at the Gold Coast beach. People died, and it's their own fault. If you want to swim where you won't be saved, you die as punishment. They wanted to die. They asked for it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Death will embitter anyone. They shouldn't have died. No one should die, but we all will. Except for one person, who will never die, never grow old, never come to harm, never leave my mind for a moment. Because we'll never know. Who am I to judge anyone? Why do I write anything here? My thoughts don't count. They don't matter. I don't matter. I'm one person, one lowly person. I'm not even a nice person.

Seventeen people were killed at a German school when another person decided to shoot things. He didn't know the people. He was nineteen. He shot himself. Why do they always say "turned the gun on themself" when they take away their own life as well? Almost like it's accidental, or maybe they weren't even in control of what's going on. Like the gun was spun around, and he pulled the trigger, thoughtless, and now he's gone, he's gone, he's gone, with all the people, the seventeen he sent before him. Now no one can ask why, they can only wonder.

I'm pathetic, aren't I? What stupid, pathetic, foolish words I speak, and write, and string together. And I sing them too. I'm so honest, but at the same time it's all such a lie. It's a lie because I know they don't care, and I have to intrigue you, delight you with falsehoods instead. What poetic nothings. So pretentious and empty.

Friday, April 26, 2002 10:25 p.m.

Oh my God. I'm truly shocked. I just found out that Lisa Lopez (from TLC) died on Thursday in a car accident. She would have been thiry-one next month. Thirty-one. Aren't people meant to live for longer than that? Fame doesn't save you, it just means more people care when you die. Oh God, I'm crying now. I'm crying over someone I never met, and would never have met. But she's dead, and I'm sad.

Why do people die? I'm going to die! What a horrible, hideous thing to realise. Did she know before it happened that she was about to die? Did she think, 'Oh no, I'm going to die! I'll never see my family, or my friends ever again. I'll never listen to my favourite song, watch my favourite movie, or eat my favourite food again. I'll never get married.' Did she pray that something would save her? Or was it too instant? Did she even know that it was time to go before the moment was upon her?

God I feel depressed.

Wednesday, April 24, 2002 02:53 a.m.

Currently listening to: "All you wanted" Michelle Branch

Don't worry people, I still hate Michelle Branch. There just something about this song that makes it less irritating and stupid compared to her other ones. I'll probably start hating this one soon as well, though. As it is, the timing of one of the lines annoys my hugely.

Tomorrow night our sucky band is playing at Karakas again, only this time more people are coming than have come any of the other times. Yay. Except no, this really, really sux. I also might be getting a cold, but I suppose my singing can't get any worse. ANZAC Day is on Thursday, so I'll have a day to recover at home afterwards. There's only one happy thing going on at the moment in the music zone: we have finally decided on a name. It was a collaboration between Anna and I. As we were planning to see a shitty movie on purpose on Sunday morning, I jokingly suggested 'Crossroads Time Machine' as a good name. For some reason Anna thought that was cool, only she wanted to shorten it to 'CRTM'. While I know that, technically, it should just be shortened to 'CTM' it's still a cool name. So... hello, we're CRTM, and we're shit cool.

Randy forever. That's kinda like Viva Forever, only with added Randy and subtracted Spice Girls. The End.

Monday, April 22, 2002 03:14 a.m.

I have advice for the world. Do not eat microwave pudding without microwaving it. Believe me, you'll be sorry. I suppose it's my own fault though. I should have been wary of anything labeled 'self-saucing'.

Sunday, April 21, 2002 11:59 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Headlights on the Highway" Kristina Olsen

Bless my brilliant cousin. Of course, I would consider him blessed already. Who saw Silverchair and Placebo when they toured together in 1999? He did! Who saw The Manics at Big Day Out 1999? He did! Who saw the Smashing Pumpkins before they broke up? He did! Who taught me how to play Disarm (the 'I used to be a little boy' song)? He did! Luke knew who Richey was before I mentioned him, for fuck's sake! My cousin is the coolest, luckiest person I've ever met. Except he doesn't like Sum 41 or The Strokes. That makes me a bit sad.

Today I did something I've never done before. I went to see I movie I knew would suck. That was actually our plan for today. The two choices were The Time Machine and Crossroads. We chose Crossroads. Talk about utter shit. I'm proud to say Anna and I convinced Luke and John to see it as well. That's right, I convinced a fifteen-year-old boy to see a movie starring Britney Spears. The funniest thing was that I think everyone in the theatre was there for the same reason. They were all laughing at really inappropriate moments, and at one point one guy down the front yelled "This is so pathetic!", and the whole audience laughed. It was quite enjoyable, considering what I had to work with. The End.

Saturday, April 20, 2002 01:27 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Satellite of Love" Lou Reed [from Velvet Goldmine]

It's time for someone new and beautiful to watch over this page. Richey and Nicky have had a good run, but it's time for them to be sent to an old picture's home. But the question is, who should take their place? Should Richey get a solo gig? Could he survive without the support Nicky gives him? It's hard to say.