Why is it that i am always just one letter off a seven-letter-A-Bomb in Scrabulous?

Or that i have the aforementioned seven-letter-A-Bomb but can't get a clear place on the board to write my destruction?

Alas!

However, my miserable 43% winning record would qualify me for the last seed in the Eastern Conference Playoff race:)

10 months later...

if you could find the traffic tracker for this site, you'd notice that it has been steadily ticking over long since everyone abandoned this earnest Yearblog.

That traffic would be me, of course, using the links to the right to follow everyone else's blogs.

Today two events brought me to this point of resurrection. Firstly, i laughed out loud while reading my favourite basketball site (Henry Abbott's TrueHoop), and remembered the glory of the blog. And then i found Alaina's facebook linking to her new breakaway blog, 1200 Babies on Ice (see links), and i found myself happily entertained.
And freshly inspired.

I'll see if i can wake up some interest amongst my latent blogger-friends, and nourish the once fertile soils of the people's Yearbook Yearblog


oh yeah, can you feel the potential?
:)

rOXFORD

Liz works for an international language school on Beaufort St.
A few weeks ago, a lady in her office was offered a 4 month position in the company's Oxford branch, but she had to turn it down because of family commitments. She recommended that Liz apply for the position. Liz laughed.

On friday, Liz was formally offered the position. She accepted on the following conditions:

• her flight and accomodation was covered
• she still had a job to come back to in perth
• that her boyfriend could come too (and stay rent free), cause he is super cool

They accepted, too.

That means that from the end of this month, Liz and i will shack up in Oxford, England, until late August. I submitted my British passport application first thing this morning, hoping that the minimum 10 working days it takes to process the request will be enough...

Then i can work or collect welfare while i'm abroad!

Holla!

check out my travel blog from next June onwards, keep in touch

Guest Programme

in celebration of its 20th birthday, Rage held a competition called invade rage, effectively allowing a home viewer to guest programme the show for a night. This is my dream.

And this is my 20 song submission, trying its best to encapsulate the last 20 years of music, with a nod to rocking tracks and the medium of the film clip.

more of the same

(just from a different perspective)

anzac eve (gene/yolande housewarming)

for a few weeks we've been wanting to drop a house party at 5 ruby st, largely to celebrate the latest two additions to our 6-bedroom palace: yolande moved in about 3 or 4 weeks ago after replying to a poster at uni, while gene came over in february (i think) to try living with matt cop for the second time.

anyway, because tom plays gigs every friday and saturday night, and because people who work know that april is the month of public (hangover) holidays, the night before ANZAC day made perfect sense...
and besides working a shift at the video store, playing mixed netball and watching australia's next top model, no one has plans on a tuesday night.

Thanks to the hard-working smoke machine (and the excessive smoke machine juice ben jones brought over) you couldn't see 5cm in front of your face in the lounge room and hall -- but sadly could see rayson dropping his dacks and posing with a mangina during a game of strip-cardsofdeath (with two fully clothed girls, four not so fully clothed guys).

it seemed everyone had a good time, so i hope we made the ANZACs proud.

Oh, i almost forgot to mention tom's moving rendition of the last post/reveille, with a special encore in coup's bedroom while he was trying to sleep.

and my jeans have a major rip in the crotch.

PC Art Exhibition

Last year Liz's mum pulled some strings and got me wall space at the Perth College Art Exhibition for In Loving Memory of the 2nd Hand CD Store (19++-2005), my tribute to the Perth-Mandurah railway construction. It sold, and i got an extended invitation to contribute to the next show...

...which opens this friday night!

I will be pimping out my three of my Charles Street landscapes,
















Charles St, North Perth (Slik's Used Cars)

Charles St, North Perth (The Drive Thru)

Charles St, North Perth (The Old Corner Servo)

Remix

Kicked outa the Studio

The Burt St art studios where i have plied my trade for more than a year are owned by an old italian man. Or rather, the big former jam factory building is his: over 15 years, Rudy has decked out the interior with partitions and lights, a little kitchenette and a heap of character (thus making them studios).

Last week the old italian man's son-in-law convinced him that the rent he makes out of the artist-tenants is minimal in comparison to the land's market value. So they jacked the rent by 300%. I paid $40 a week for my studio space, as did 13 other artists. None of us can afford our studios now.

BHS Alumni Art Exhibition

I was casually hanging out in Europe when i was contacted by my former english teacher and current Bridgetown High School Principal Mr Bullied, asking me to organise an art exhibition of former students to coincide with the Alumni Weekend of March 2007.

It took me about 6 months to actually start said organisation, and now in a rush it is upon us!

For a couple of weeks from the 10th of March, the Bridgetown Pottery Gallery will host the best art from the best artists from Bridgetown High School's renowned artistic history. We have a graduate of 1955 and one of 1957. We also have a fair few more concentrated around my own years at the school.

Hot shit.

If you're in Bridgetown or fancy a 3 hour drive, go check out the show and buy our stuff:)