Gravity Won't Get You High

Back off man, I'm a scientist. I'm allowed to present opposing facts, its called a paradigm. I don't really think my degree even qualifies me to say that sort of tripe. I still like that T-shirt. And I have a credit card so I may get it.

I may get this one from the Grates too. (Watch out segue). Coxxdog has got me hooked on these Indie Oz Artists. They have really catchy poprocks in their album "Gravity Won't Get You High". Science is Golden, is now my ringtone. I thought it was "Silence", but how much cooler is "Science". Hotdog. Check out the art in the music video (below).


PS - Poor Patience

*credit card*the grates*oz*silence*tamagotchi*segue*gravity*

The Internet Has Videos

And most of them are probably porn.

But as my first video shows that's what the internet is for. This video is semi-safe for work, in the sense of no nudity... but be warned you may be stuck with the catchy tune of a singing and dancing Warcraft Troll and his friends for a while. In the words of a friend of mine, "This video is really piss funny".

To slowly turn us away from the porn element, Ghastly from GGC has a video showing he is actually being productive while on a break from being blackmailed into drawing yayoi hentai for B-tards. Oh, the dedication it takes to create a hubjo (much more safe for work).

Enjoy the zany adventures of Japanese speaking Gaijin with video cameras with Yamato Damacy. Find the one where an ALT gets his kids to make a melodramatic high school drama with not-so subtle lesbian undertones ... the things that won't get you fired and ostracised for life in Japan.

I don't know if this is a parody or an ode to the myspace phenomenom. Or what? Maybe it's just someone's college assignment...

Stopping All Stations on the Hard Road

It's Australian Hip-Hop, it wasn't really going to make much of any sense. Dominated by racially ambigious young city males, it is a growing music industry that increasingly speaks to the youth of the nation.

I went to a Hilltop Hoods concert last night. I'm pretty sure it's actually my first ever live music concert, which is kind of sad. I also got the privelage of crowd-surfing, owing to me being not-the-smallest-but-certainly-the-lightest of my group. I managed to keep my wallet and phone in pocket, but somehow the crowd managed to remove my belt. The masses of young white horny males at any Rockhampton event makes that really really really suss. Really.

I also learned that I should definitely wear my glasses everywhere. And it doesn't make me any more alluring to Aussie ladies. It just means I'm more prone to looking stoned, and walking over people I should know.

Here's some pics, a bit grainy cos a mate was screwing with my phone, putting it back on shitty-resolution mode. Another mate explained to me the cup of coffee on my main page was nothing to worry about, it's just there for Java. (And I do know what Java is - I'd just never noticed the coffee cup before, I thought it was something to to do with my snooze alarm or something).

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The Living End and Something for Kate are both headed towards CQ next month. Hopefully I will have the spare dosh to catch one of those.

Tintarella of the moon

I don't know why, but I like almost all music. No matter how annoying, crap or stupid, I'll like it. It doesn't even have to be English. Just as long as it's not crappy folk music or country music (country is just a hideous mutation of folk anyway).

K was weirded out how I could like Bhangra. He likes Bhangra, but as a Paki it was okay for him (and apparently I can't say Paki either). And no, I have no idea what any of the words mean when listening to Punjabi MC (unless its been hybridized with Nelly or Tu-pac).

Anyway, as the title suggests this isn't about Bhangra, it's about Italian music. I used to study Italian, way back in grade 3. This is from Looking for Alibrandi - I really liked the Happyland version (mp3) on the soundtrack, and I was wondering the other day what it means so ran it through google's translator. It couldn't tell me what Tintarella actually meant, but here's a slightly modified version of it:

Tanned, all specks,
pellirosse little paonazze
son the girls who take the Sun
but of it is for one of us
that she takes the moon.

Tintarella of the Moon,
tintarella color latte
all night over the roof
over to the roof like the cats
and if there is a full moon
you become candid.

Tintarella of moon,
tintarella color latte
Time ago white woman
your skin makes you beautiful
between the beautiful ones
and if there is a full moon
you become candid.

Tin tin tin moon beams
tin tin tin they kiss you to the world
nobody is candid like you.

Tintarella of moon,
tintarella color latte
all night over the roof
over to the roof like the cats
and if there is a full moon
you become candid.

Tin tin tin moon beams
tin tin tin they kiss you to the world
nobody is candid like you.

Tintarella of moon,
tintarella color latte
all night over the roof
over to the roof like the cats
and if there is a full moon
you become candid.
And if there is a full moon
you become candid.
And if there is a full moon
you become candid, candid, candid!

(Tintarella Di Luna, translated by Google)

It's still all good.