I don't have a beef. I'm vegetarian.

Well yesterday turned out to be a fucking great day and I had such small expectations for it. I had to work at my other job- Man With a Van, on a 40 degree day... not fun. But there was a very pretty girl who had her flirt and was not afraid to use it, then i found a new housemate... in fact 3... a french girl who is just staying for a couple of weeks, then a young couple- the girl from Oklahoma and the boy from France... so anyway, I can pay my rent... hazzah!

To celebrate I took myself out to dinner at a fancy/cheap restaurant on Victoria street and I accidently stumbled across a vegan restaurant that I have been looking for for ages... not sure if I could find it again but thoroughly enjoyed it while I was there. In fact I had a very lovely night out with myself, I talked about nothing much, ate a lovely meal whilst playing scrabble on my Iphone and then went to see Black Swan. My god that is psychotic, it's great. I think that girl needs to have a slice of cake, and maybe chill the fuck out a little bit.

I should introduce her to my theory of 80%

I have conflicting thoughts about this whole smoking crack down... yes I think that the big tobacco companies are a little evil, and I understand that it is bad for me, but once you have made me aware of that, I think that everyone else should just mind their own fucking business. We have to now order cigarettes without being able to see what we are buying? What the fuck? That is just cruel and unusual punishment. I see the next step in this campaign as being any number of the following:

1. We now have to walk blindfolded to an undisclosed location whereby a series of tobacco related products are placed in our hand and we have to grab hold when we feel like we have the one we want.

2. We must host a series of lectures on the dangers of smoking tobacco culminating in a presentation to a panel of judges who will score the accuracy and authenticity of your lecture and assign you an amount of cigarettes you may then buy from them at an inflated price (on top of their appearance fee of course) based on your overall score.

3. You may only buy cigarettes from an aboriginal child who is riding horseback naked on a Friday.

4. We have to recite the warning label on the product which we can't se before ordering the said product- "Smoking whilst pregnant may harm your baby, I'll have a packet of golden virginia please". Then if we guessed the correct label we obtain the privilege of buying said product, if not, we must leave the store for no less than one hour.

5. You may no longer exchange money for cigarettes but instead barter for them with your presmoked organs.

...okay so as I type this I have just been invaded by a swarm of small bugs that have obviously been attracted by the light on in my room... and I had the window open being that it was so hot... closed the window now and there has to be at least 200 of them crawling on the glass, trying to get in... that doesn't freak me out at all... no, not at all. Dare I succumb to the lure of the can of morteen sitting in my bedroom? I could so easily kill you all you little fuckers... but no... live and let live, I'll just turn my fan on.

So we had our first meeting for 5pound theatre tonight. We have a very very full year ahead, having our launch mid April... lots of work to do before then, I have to design costumes, shoot video's audition acrobats... what a weird and wonderful life I have.

goodbye chickens... speak soon.

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Standing at the gate

Well, after reading my first blog, written nearly a year ago, I have 2 thoughts:

1. I didn't really make this blogging thing into the regular practice that I had intended.
2. Perhaps it was a wee bit personal. And perhaps a little bit depressing. Poor poor me- what a hard life I live :P

Meh, perhaps, perhaps... it also however got me thinking about all the stuff that has happened between then and now. So many great things, and crap things.

My wallet got stolen last week, that is a crap thing, but I now have my own theatre, we'll call that a good thing, and yeah- not exactly on the same level.

I can't help remember - and by remember I mean remind myself- when I get into my bitter little headfucking spins (much like the one I was in the throws of last time I blogged) that I really live a bloody good existance, and standing in the shoes of my younger self, when asked what type of life I would like when I grew up, living above my own theatre and gallery and bar and soon cinema... well it wouldn't be too far from what I dreamed... and at the time it would have seemed like a childhood dream kind of akin to "when I grow up I want to be a firetruck!"

I do still kind of have an inexplicable urge to take the firemans test.

But firefighting aside this is not such a bad life really - I never have 2 dollars to rub together, and my private life... well yeah, we won't talk about that... but art sprouts life all around me and the many and varied people that have come into my life, some just passing through, some on extended vacation and others taking residence... you can never know what life would be like if you made a different decission somewhere along the way, but it is even harder for me to imagine that anything I did- 2 years ago, homeless, penniless, depressed, and directionless... that any decision I made could have led to a better life than this.

So that's me... how about the gallery?

Truth is I get so sick of talking about it it's really hard to blog about. I'm in love with the Runcible Spoon, I stand in there sometimes and play with the lights, and I really think it's one of the loveliest theatres I've ever been in... but then I am biased.

The new bar area... it's coming along, I've been building the bar this week and it's going well, part of the bar is actually being turned into an artist shop which I am quite excited about.

At the front of one of the bars I am building a giant ant farm, actually scratch that, I have built it already, and bought the sand- I think the sand would be so much more awesome if it was green. Surprisingly Bunnings don't stock green sand. Weird. I think I might try food dye.

Then there is the problem of finding enough ants to inhabit it. Apparently they all need to be from the same colony- anyone have an ant infestation? They are one of the few critters we've never actually seen around the gallery.

Matto's show will be kicking off the new year and I love it, and I'm not just saying that cause there is a high likelihood that he will read this, I hope it goes well.

And I am going to end it there for now.

But I will, I will update this blog on a more regular basis... and once I have achieved that I can spend less time playing catch up and swimming in vagueties of general howsitgoing, and I can spend more time talking about the here and now, day to day. To delve into the emotion and the trials and tribulations and... whatnots of running the Owl.

That's it. All done.
Over and out for now.