Occulomency

Democracy in action.

One question.

Is this the worst example of 'art' ever seen by humanity in the history of civilisation?

Discuss.

Am I missing an eyebrow?

Mine came out like this....

Now, all this guff about heavy metal music. Well, lets talk specifically about Iron Maiden.

The only people at school who liked Iron Maiden had scientific calculators, acne and a group of friends who all had similar attributes.

They also claimed that it was 'the classical music of the future' but as this claim was also made about marrillion, we can of course dismiss it. This was compounded by the inability of the same people to be able to name the title of a piece of music, thus one has conversations about Beethoven's duh duh duh daaaaaa symphony, Mozart's dah dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah DAH! (also known as the Albainian national anthem to those with a knowledge of dodge '80s sitcoms starring Leslie Ash (or was it Debbie.... I forget)) and of course Dvorak's 9th Brown Bread Symphony in E minor.

Returning to music from another era, there have been a lot of accusations that heavy metal music promotes devil worship,  to show that this was nonsense, Iron Maiden released 'Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter', a touching mood piece concerning converting one's offspring to vegetarianism, by showing them the appalling practices in the contemporary meat processing industry. But this begs the question, is the devil a heavy metal fan? Well probably not, I would imagine he'd prefer Wagner.

The fact is, a heavy metal fan killed himself after listening to a Judas Priest song backwards. The subliminal message he received was presumably 'this is Satan, you have ruined your stylus, kill yourself!'

Again, preferable to Iron Maiden, whose songs make me want to kill myself when I listen to them forwards.

I'm looking forward to the supergroup formed from my favourite band members, the other one from the pet shop boys, the other one from erasure, the fat bloke who used to be in soft cell and that bloke with the funny looking moustache from sparks, hopefully with Bez from the happy mondays fronting the whole thing. Lyricists dream that lot.

Red Goodness

Lets work backwards. I'm of course ecstatic that a Ferrari won. I am also delighted that young Mr Hamilton drove such an accomplished and mature race, he may have just made Jenson look very very silly indeed.

One to watch.

This also means that this is the one year anniversary of one of my largest hang-overs ever. And the most expensive cheese and ham toasted sandwich for breakfast human kind has ever seen.

Anyway, Mackay was interesting, lousy motel. I've uploaded a load of Photos into an album that you can access by clicking on the Mackay 2007 link on the left hand side.

Pretty nice week, driving about in a Mitsubishi 380, which is a 3.8 litre V6, and it made a bloody nice noise. Fairly quick too compared to the usual Ford and Holden donks I'm used to. Anyway, not bad.

I went as far north as Bowen, Proserpine, and Airley Beach, and as far south as Sarina. I covered nearly 1,000kms in total and always had some form of chili for my evening meal. I flew there on Death-Star, and back unassisted.

Proserpine is, of course, Latin for Persephone, the place where the Firefly crew got together.

Not buying a 360 is allowed, provided that a PS3 is not purchased in it's place.

By the way, if you remember Mr Mowbray, when you first demonstrated to me, many years ago, the joys of Napster, you demonstrated it to me by downloading "Entering Marion" by John Forster.

On this trip, I finally managed it, nearly .