Brain Splatter…Warning: it doesn’t come out of your clothes.

Brain splatter time…here we go…

Rain, rain, rain…stick around….just stop people being complete dicks and this wind could go away too. Seriously, when the first rains of the year come people go loopy.

I’ll state the obvious…hangovers suck the Donkey Wonky!

God bless cockteasers. They dance, they grind, they flirt, and they shove their tongue down your throat and then leave with a drink. Meh, I had fun.

Pheromones…amazing stuff. Get a little female on you…and the other females go fucking nuts! I wish I learned this year ago.

Flaming people and things on this blog is an interesting exercise, getting flamed also interesting (I copped and absolute ripper about 3 weeks ago from an anonymous contributor…it was a fine effort). Standing up for a friend when they’re getting flamed is even weirder.

They’ve put their thoughts out there for the world to read just like I do, you’d think I’d have no sense of friendship (you’re on own…you know I am)…but I stood up for a friend (who also is my more loyal readers), when she mentioned they’re issues with Telstra. I agreed that Telstra are cocksuckers, but because that have a monopoly over the phone lines and phone towers, on anyone else you get shitty service (ask this 3 customer).

But he came at this friend of mine with a Telstra employee point of view (outing himself in the process). I believe there is no such thing as loyalty to your work place, if someone offers me more money, benefits and a decent work environment; I’m off to work for the better offer. I like money, it likes me. Don’t tell you wouldn’t do the same.

This loyal employee attacked my friend; I responded and attacked his company and his company line stance. He attacked back using one of my own comments against me but blowing that one and told me to keep flipping burgers. I told him to ‘go postal’ and then kill himself (no response or workplace massacre on the news yet). Did I go too far? I think so…but do I care. No.

I have a way of pissing random people off lately. I’ve made an enemy…an actual real-life enemy (you gotta have one). A parking inspector, who so into their job it’s not funny, it’s a shame that this person will never aspire to anything greater than a parking inspector (I thought working as car detailer a few years back was a failure in life). So wish me luck with my battle against my new enemy and pray this fucker isn’t around when I park in the city.

I loved peoples’ response to the Christians story from Thursday, the stuff my friends said to me about that story was hilarious…the points they found amusing…I stayed in the conversation for 90 minutes and the line about me talking about God’s junk (if that’s funniest thing I write or say all year, I have some work to do).

I hope people didn’t miss the point of that blog, that as much I completely prejudiced against preaching religious folk of ALL religions (those who quietly practice don’t bother me..do what you like), I wanted to hear what they had to say in a debate, I was never going to agree with them but I put myself out there and listened to their nonsense. I think everyone should do this, go start a conversation with someone from a group you don’t like (not an arguement, a debate-like conversation at worst) and see what you get out of them. Note: Don’t go in all guns blazing. Pace your debate and LISTEN!

I love this quote from a random person a spoke to recently “I find you intriguing”, Euphemism for ‘your fucking nutter’.

LeBron James is a beast! I didn’t think we’d see someone close Michael Jordan’s abilities again, let alone so soon. I’m in love with basketball again.

'That's a mans jam!" Best commentary quote ever after a dunk in traffic.

What I wouldn’t do for more money. I haven’t got an financial issues, I just want more money. Fuck the recession, a man’s gotta paid in full (thanks Rakim).

Also an awesome old school Hip-Hop album...

Scariest moment of the week: Getting recognised at my local but some kids 7 years my junior that listened to my old Hip-Hop radio show ‘BRL’. When the show was flying (2002-2004) these guys would have 12-13. What the fuck were they doing listening to me on Friday Night after 10pm. GO TO BED KIDS!

I hope when I die, people don’t remember me for that show, I loved doing it, but I’m much more than the host of some remotely popular community radio show in the early part of this decade…or much worse the guy who wrote this blog…or even worse the guy who failed (quit and was fired) in 2 attempts at commercial radio. I’ve amounted to nothing if that’s all I’m remembered for.

BRL, son.

Note: I would host this show again, given the right opportunity or a bigger station to broadcast it on. Most importantly; complete creative control. Maybe I should do JJJ’s Hip-Hop show?

More later…

Gav