I Don't Mind

I was eating breakfast at my new local (and possibly Brisbane's best) cafe this morning. As I sat reading a book about the life and times of Elvis Presley, Marc Cohn's "Walking In Memphis" came on the cafe stereo, and after a fortnight of what can only be described as shithouse-ness, I couldn't help but feel that everything's going to be alright.

It's Just That The Time Was Wrong

I found out earlier today that a time frame of about 18 - 20 hours could have made all the difference to my life as I know it.

That's the kind of news that makes me want to kick myself in the nuts.

You really have to wonder about all that sort of stuff from time to time. Or at least, I do.

Elvis Is Dead

So, a few days ago marked the 30th anniversary of Elvis' death.

I'm a proud Elvis devotee (and incidentally, there is only 1, count it, 1, degree of seperation between me and him) and I was pleased to see that the event received some local news coverage, but I can't help but think that his true genius goes unrecognised by a lot of folks.

If anyone hasn't truly given Elvis a go, head on over to itunes and type 'Elvis That's The Way It Is' into the search field (for a detailed description on what "That's The Way It Is' is, click here)*. There should be three albums come up, you want the box set option. Every track on there is a winner, but if you have to pick just one, scroll down and buy 'You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' (live version). 'That's The Way It Is' changed my life and if anything will give you insight into his absolute magnificence, that track will.

If you're one of those ignorant pricks who makes fun of the fat Elvis and pay him no respect, well, you're no friend of mine.

Long live The King.

And Now For Something Completely Different

So it's Sunday afternoon, and rather than scrape the mould from my mind's bathroom and serve it up for you to trudge through, I thought I'd let some music provide the portal into the funny little muddle that is my inner workings. And as luck would have it, there are 2 songs that currently sum 'me' up better than 'me' could. So head on over to the itunes store and download these numbers -

1. "Everybody's Talking" by Harry Nilsson
2. "Jesus Christ" by Brand New



Regardless of their uncanny insight, they are both ball-tearingly good songs.

This Time I Know It's For Real

I've moved suburbs recently, and subsequently I now have a whole new range of shops to call my own. Today I fell in love with a girl who works at my local grocery store. She's the type that is so ridiculously beautiful you can't actually look directly at her for more than a few seconds, lest you lose your mind.

As she scanned me and my groceries, I couldn't help but wonder what grocery store cashiers think as they scan a customer's groceries through. Surely they would try and judge a persons character based on their food purchases? It would be almost inevitable.

It'd make a good documentary I think. Interview a heap of them and then compare findings.

No, really.

Are You Old Enough

You'll have to forgive me for the over-share on this one, but it's a story I feel compelled to relate.

I went to the doctor this morning to get (what I thought was) a skin cancer checked out. It had been growing steadily and changing colour and the like, so you know, I thought better to be safe than sorry.

After examining said blemish, the good doctor informed me that it wasn't a skin cancer, but in fact some sort of skin anomaly who's name I have no hope of ever pronouncing. After he hit it with the liquid nitrogen gun (which stung like a bitch I might add), I asked him to explain what it exactly was, and after he repeated the convoluted medical explanation, he hit me with the knockout blow -

"It's you know, just an age spot."



An age spot.

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