Saying, “Sex. You know, with the penis,” is not an entirely successful formula for seduction.

Second interview with Visy Packaging is on the 3rd November.

“Well, over in America we have a thing called an obesity problem. It’s understandable that we’d rather kill people than see them naked.” - unknown

The Australian iTunes Music Store is finally available. And yes, I’ve bought four songs. Old 80’s songs that I’ve always been nostalgic about (Oh Yeah, Don’t You (Forget About Me), Turning Japanese and The Order of Death) but not nostalgic enough to spend $20-30 on a CD for the one song. I did try to get Trespassers William’s first album but although the store shows it available, it won’t actually let me buy it yet. Teething problems, I guess, which should be sorted out over the next few weeks as the Australian labels finally begin pulling their heads out of their rectal passages.

PS: Trespassers William works now. Bought.

I’ve borrowed Joel’s Takamine acoustic to do some recording with. It’s the closest I’ve come to playing a rock star’s instrument.

Songs are being worked on this week and the Toshiro site is already in a rough working order. I’ll start uploading mixed tracks and writing about the creation process on the weekend.

I called the recruitment agency today to find that the job I was told about no longer exists. I’m starting to get a tad despondent here. The guy at the supermarket must have seen a look in my eye, cos he gave me a discount coupon for liquor.

Lucky I’m not in the US, or he might have given me $50 off a handgun!

I have another interview thingy on Monday. Yes.

See the title of this post? This is what I tell people constantly when they ask my advice on buying stuff. So, when shopping for some allan keys to adjust my bass, why did I not practice what I preach?

I bought a garbage, piece of shit $1.95 set of imperial keys, took them home and selected the right one for the bridge of the StingRay. I started loosening the bolt. *SNAP* … The key snaps in half and one half stays in the bolt, the other flies across the room and lands near one of my speakers. My really expensive speakers.

I’ll be heading back this afternoon to return the shitty allan keys and buy a decent set, which I should have done in the first place.

On nights like this when I’m bored and alone, I really miss Alex.

What kind of screaming retard rips music at 48kbps? The kind that use filesharing networks, apparently, where if you’re lucky you might get 128kbps MP3s. Naturally they sound like dogshit through headphones or decent speakers, so what’s the freaking point?

All the real music fans seem to have left the P2P scene (for the iTunes music store, I guess), leaving behind the mouthbreathers that collect tens of thousands of bad songs to try to give their worthless lives meaning (”I have 78Gb of songs! Haven’t listened to most of them, but I’m really sticking it to The Man!”).

edit: All is forgiven, as I find a 192kbps Nina Nastasia track that will serve me until I can buy her rather excellent ‘Run to Ruin’ album. I’m so anomalous, no?