So you’ve probably seen a bit of talk about SHTBOX (Hashtag / Twitter) on Twitter and that is more than likely why you are here. So what is it? Simply put it’s a weekly, informal Twitter meetup, with the idea of taking some of the online friendships out in the real world.

It is not a STUB or any other form of prior meetup and also doesn’t aim to “compete” with any of these events. It is intended to be more regular and less formal than any of the other meetups, with a focus of socialising with likeminded people.

Why SHTBOX? Because it’s funny and keeps with the theme of being informal.
When? Every Friday at 5:30pm.
Where? The Clock Hotel, Surry Hills [MAP]
RSVP? No need, just turn up.

Happy Australia Day

Ryan and I started the festivities last night with a few cold ones and this morning when we woke up we prepared for his place. We’re gonna barbecue some lamb chops and have some beers out at his place to celebrate this fine nation – the finest there is. Sometimes certain aspects of living in Australia might give me the shits (the 46C days mostly), but I wouldn’t want to be from anywhere else!

Now, time for me to shower and have a beer, I’ll talk to you all later. Make sure you check out the Official Australia Day Website if you aren’t Australian and want to learn a little more about this fine countries day.

Look out 2005…

…the boys are on their way!

Just earlier I spoke to James on the phone and made sure it was cool if Rob, Ryan and I crashed at his place in Sydney for New Years Eve. His exact response went something like, “yeah bro, you guys don’t really need to even ask!” It’s so sweet having friends like that, James and I have only met once (the last time I went to Sydney) and we just instantly became good mates and really hit it off, it was fantastic.

Ryan, Rob and I are heading down on Thursday the 30th to make sure that we get relaxed and have a great new years. The road trip down there will be fun, except for the fact that we are taking my car and I’ll have to drive, that sucks. The boys will be drunk before we even arrive, but I am going to drag them into China town for a few more beers and hopefully will get to meet up with a fellow deviant artist, the ever beautiful ~littlegingerkitty.

Friday will probably be quiet, a bit of shopping at the markets and a few beers to prepare, then getting ready for the night ahead. We’re going to go into Circular Quay to watch the Fireworks and later heading out to Club Blink to finish off our new years in style at their New Years Eve Party. I’ve never been to Club Blink, but I am assured it’s a wonderful place, so I am really looking forward to it.

Saturday will be a drive home, which completely sucks. I don’t want to have to leave Sydney so early, but unfortunately Rob has to work on the Sunday, so we have to. It’ll be cool, plus I’ll make Rob drive and get shattered with Ryan all the way home. Plus we’ll also have my wonderful new iPod to listen to all the way home, which is completely rockin’!

Oh Keg, bringer of life

Last night we decided to get a keg. What an awesome night we had, everyone was there (even though Mik left early, the sidler) and everyone just had a great time. I’d have to say the highlights of the night were me and Rob freestyling along when Ryan did some scratching, Ryan and Meli singing along with some Hed PE and Josh playing Half Life 2 non-stop. We didn’t end up leaving until around 2:30 or 3:00am, when we all decided to call it quits. I’ll make this a short entry, because Ryan has just arrived and we’re about to go drink what is left of the keg, and I’ll give a more thorough weekend report on Monday.

This is a picture of a spirochete.

Love, Ralph.

It’s an addiction!

When you finish reading this post, take an effort to look at what time I posted at. I’ll keep it suspenseful for everyone and just say it was late! Halo 2 is now overdue to be returned to the video store, but I just couldn’t part with it. “I’ll return it tomorrow mom, I promise!” I’ve been playing all day and I am now on a really hard level that seems to require a lot of patience, which is never good for me. The damned Covenant keep pwn1ng me every time and I am in a damned tank, you think I’d be cooler than that. I think maybe I need some rest (or caffeine… hmmm) and I will try again tomorrow at purging the planet of Covenant scum!

So yes, Halo 2 has become an addiction. I also have another addiction that will be getting increased 10 fold soon. I really love lollies (or candy for all you seppos) and I have arranged with two of my online friends (one from Sweden and another from Finland) to do a”candy exchange.” I’ll send them some Australian candy (and some Vegemite of course) and they’ll return the favor and send me some of their native candy back too. How much does that rule? This is what I have decided to send so far:

  • Vegemite (with explicit instructions on how to use it – it isn’t peanut butter!)
  • Redskins
  • Crystallized Ginger
  • Milkos
  • Unfortunately I can’t send drugs, so keep your crack pip under the bed for next time kids!

I figure I can send anything that won’t melt or shift shape too much to ruin it for the recipient. Any Australians who read this should give any suggestions of true Aussie candy for me to send in a comment to this post please, I really wanna show these cool cats a little piece of Australia. Anyone who hails from another country and wants to do a kick-ass exchange with me, let me know – just make sure I know who you are, I don’t want anthrax or a big “fuck you” arriving after I fork out the bucks to send you some shit.

Did someone say Xbox?

I feel it getting closer, it’s just around the corner and it’s exciting me. I’m not talking about Halo 2 (although that is exciting too), but rather the Xbox/BBQ/Vodka Double Black night tonight at Mik’s house! That’s right baby, the night that bought so much pleasure only a week ago, will be making it’s presence felt again this evening.

I am gonna own some butts in Halo and watch as other beat me down in Outlaw golf, but all in all I just wanna relax, let off some steam and have some laughs with my friends. It’s times like this excitement I must quote one of my favorite movies, Human Traffic:

The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I’ve got 48 hours off from the world, man. I’m gonna blow steam outa my head like a screaming kettle and talk codshit to strangers all night. I’m gonna lose the plot on the dance floor; the free radicals inside me are freaking man! Tonight I’m w00t Travolta, I’m Peter Popper – I’m going to Never Never Land with my chosen family man. We’re gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight ya know! This could be the best night of my life! I’ve 73 quid in my back burner, I’m gonna wax the lot, the Milky Bars are on. Yeah!

w00t weekends, Volume 1 – Part 2

All stories must end, thus I sit here and write the end of the weekend story. Sorry to all my devoted fans that it has taken so long. Hahahaha

Right now I am just feeling great. We’re in a good pub, we’re being treated really good by everyone and they just seem to love us, the bar staff are coming every few minutes to make sure we have a great time and it just ends up being a blast.

I am Jack, renewed.

Usually when The Boys go out, we have to deal with so much shit. Dubbo is such a redneck place and any “pretty boys” or guys who look different (i.e. Not wearing Wrangler jeans and don’t have their collars up) deserves to be bashed. We constantly put up with shit, so right now we are enjoying a minimal amount of attention and just having a blast.

I am Jack, relaxed.

Next we decide we have been here for long enough and we are all hungry. We slip off from the bar and walk through the streets of China town. Ryan is giving crap to some Amish people, Mik has the camcorder held up in the air and everyone is just generally having a good laugh. We stop off at the only restaurant that doesn’t have those Peaking Ducks or Children hanging in the window and take a seat.

I am Jack, ripped off.

We end up paying $15 for a coffee saucer of food and 3 grains of rice, what bullshit. Evidently we are too drunk to care, so we pay the bill and decide to go back to James’ house.

“Hey man, wanna stop for just one more?” Mik asks me.
I look at the bar we were at before and smile. “For sure!”

We go in and sit down while almost everyone walks off. We don’t stick around very long, just long enough to laugh at some people doing Karaoke and spy some chick trying to flash me – totally gross. We head out, purchase more beer – another two cases – and carry it back to James’ play, almost dying in the process.

The rest of Saturday night is a bit of a blur. By the end of the day we had drank about 4 cases of beer and about 10 pints each, so all in all I think I can be forgiven for not remembering. Mik and I bought some awesome pizza and the obligatory Drunken Kebab and my next clear memory is waking up hungover – even though much more happened.

Quote of the night:
Ryan falls over and I pick him up. He is hanging off of my shoulder, close to falling over again.
“Is he that pissed?!”
“No,” he’s holding me up, I lie.
“Oh, okay…”

Day 3 – Sunday

As I said; world of hurt! I am pretty hungover and the boys have started drinking again. We watch a little bit of this show about fast animals, have a laugh and before long we decide to make our way home. Today was the most boring of the days, a few quiet beers, a great meal at the Marlborough Hotel in Newtown (the hugest “finger food” platter to exist) and a bit of hail on the road.

The drive was awesome, we traded so many stories and had so many laughs. I told the guys all my crazy University stories and they told me all the stories they’ve accumulated through school and through touring with the band. It was by far one of the best trips I have had apart from when I killed Mik’s knee – hahaha.

We stopped at a service station (I don’t know where) to give Liam a break from driving and to get something to eat. Mik jumped out of the car and was about to run to the toilet, but unfortunately I opened my door at the wrong time and he ran clear into it. Boy was it ugly, poor fell. I am pretty sure that his knee is still sore.

Apart from spending 2 or 3 days “coming down” from such a huge weekend, that is about it. Tonight I am going to head over to the Lik-Wid studio and have a few laughs while they record more of Liam’s vocals. Should be a good night.

w00t weekends, Volume 1 – Part 1

Wow, what a weekend. It’s 11:11 at night and I am just so hungover it’s not funny, but it’s a good hungover and not a bad hungover. It’s like “wow, we serious had such a good time” kinda feeling for it. I guess the old saying goes that for every moment of pleasure there is an equal moment of pain (or some crap like that).

I’ll try and go though each day and sum it up as best I can. Hopefully the boys will leave a few comments if I get any of the details wrong or forget an important part of the story. It’s actually occuring to me that for the 72 hours we were away, a good 65 of them are a little blurry – so bare with me. Also, some of the events are pretty outrageous, but I am sure the boys will vouch for their truth.

Day 1 – Friday
I pretty much spent biggest part of the day bored doing housework, packing clothes, burning CD’s, and fetching beer and various other goods for the trip. At about 4:30 I hear a car and my brother yells out to me, “hey Mitch, the fellas are here!”

w00t, I am Jack’s raging excitement!

I throw my laptop and the other things I am taking and throw it all into my bag and pick up the beer that is in my fridge – half a case of Empire left over from a previous incedent – and meet the guys in the hallway.

I am Jack’s unbelievable, uncontainable joy.

I shake hands with Mik and Lom – a mutual sign of love and respect, these guys are just awesome – I pass the beer to Mik and notice the excitement on his face as we make our way to Lom’s car. I say goodbye to everyone – and kiss my mummy like a good boy – get into the car and crack open a beer.

I am Jack’s thirst – quenched.

Next stop: pick up Ryan. Ryan only lives a few kilometers from my place, but Mik and I manage to drink 2 beers each before we get there – an early sign that this weekend is going to be one of alcohol and unlimited wonder. After we get to Ryans and pick him up we just start driving to Sydney. Ryan is feeling sick and decides not to drink – he lasted a good 25 minutes, huge effort actually. We’re drinking fast and Mik pulls his laptop out and we watch some Family Guy. Before any of us realize we are out of beer and we stop in Oranga. Mik pays some ridiculous price for the beer ,$45 (it’s normally about $30) but no one really minds – we have beer again!

I am Jack’s state of euphoria.

Due to the quality of the Family Guy episodes and the amount of beer we’re drinking, we arrive in Sydney in what feels like only a few minutes. It was seriously one of the quickest 460km of my life. We arrive at James’ house around 10 or 11 o’clock and purchase some more beer – 2 more cases, which dissapear rapidly. I don’t really remember a whole lot about Friday night, but it was fun, we spent it chilling out at James’ house, drinking beers and just having a really good time.

Day 2 – Saturday

I wake up on Saturday morning feeling pretty awful. We drank about half a case each (apparently I drank a little more, because there were a lot of bottles at my feet the next morning) before we even arrived between Mik, Ryan and myself and we manage to put away almost another 2 cases before the end of the night, between 5 of us. Average that out and it’s almost a case each, in other words; a butt load of beer.

I am Jack’s broken body.

Mik and James go and get more beer – another 2 cases – and some stuff for breakfast, and James makes us the best meal of bacon, sausages and eggs and we are all suddenly feeling better. I feel the energy coming back to my body and I feel like drinking with my friends again and just having some more laughs – Mik, Ryan, Liam and James have been drinking since 8am to get over their hangovers.

“Oi Mitch, want a beer yet man,” Ryan asks as he cracks open what is probably his 6th beer.
“Nah man, not yet, still feeling seedy,” I say stroking my stomach. “I am in a state worse than Tasmania bro.” The guys laugh, but I feel more like I want to die. I know that if I just drank I’d probably begin to feel better, but better judgment stopped me from doing it.

Ryan, Liam and myself are sitting out the front as a guy with a Fox Terrier approaches. We laugh, because we all know that Ryan is going to say something and be a smart ass – he always does – and brace for it’s impact. Here is the conversation, and for obvious reasons after you read the conversation, I have titled the unknown gentleman as “Mobster”.

Ryan: Hey man, what kind of dog is that?
Mobster: It’s a Fox Terrier cross. It hates cops man!
We all laugh because that is such a random comment, but it gets better.
Ryan: Yeah, does it?
Mobster: Yeah, it bites their ankles. Fucking hates them!
Ryan: Mad ankle biter hey?
We laugh again – nervously.
Mobster: Yeah, when I used to work on the “black market” all the other guys had German Sheppards, but I had these. Their smart you know?
Ryan: Are they, man?
Mobster: Yeah, my other dog is the smartest. I had him trained so that if the cops came, I’d give him my pistol and he’d take it out and throw it down the drain. Smart dogs.
We laugh, but a lot quieter this time, he is clearly a little unstable. He walks off after a few comments and we burst out laughing so loud. Absolutely so hilarious.

At around 2 o’clock, after playing a whole ton of Gran Turismo 3 with James and feeling awful, we decide to go into the city. James lives close to the city, so we walk in and have some adventures along the way. We cross a dirty old vagrant bag lady who threatens us with her crutches, walk through the center of Broadway with beers in our hands and just laugh the whole way there.

We checked out some markets and some food, but we quickly bore and end up at the best bar in the universe. This bar is the most comfortable bar ever – it’s in the middle of Chinatown and apart from one barmen, the guys working there rule and totally love us to death, we are so loud the whole time and they think it is awesome.

We order a few rounds of pints (HUGE beers, 568 ml to be exact) and we put them away quit quickly. I begin to start feeling better and have a great time joining in on all the fun around me. Some people are sitting near us and they are looking at us quite dubiously. We’re a bunch of crazy guys, blind out of our trees and being so loud it’s not funny. Their sun starts smiling at us and we give him some Lik-Wid stickers and he puts one across his shirt.

“Hey man, check this out!” James yells, a moment before he hits my glass with his own. It shatters into about 3 pieces, but not so much that I can’t still drink out of it. I laugh and take a small sip and everyone around us gives us the ‘look at those hoodlums’ look, but we’re used to it by now.

“Hey, hand me that glass,” says the barman.
“Can I finish it?”
“Nah, don’t, I’ll get you another one on the house!”

I thought we were going to be kicked out, but instead he fetches me a free beer. Sure we’ve put a few hundred dollars into the bar already, but we are pretty blind and we’re beginning to break shit. He returns with my beer and a football for our new friend, Cain the 9 year old. His MILF mum smiles at us, a pretty cute smile in fact and we all joke about it afterwards.

Right now I am just feeling great. We’re in a good pub, we’re being treated really good by everyone and they just seem to love us, the bar staff are coming every few minutes to make sure we have a great time and it just ends up being a blast.

I am Jack, renewed.

[ Okay, well it’s now almost midnight. I am a little cranky and very sick so I think I will go to bed. This story is also becoming a little boring and “this happened, then this happened” so I will try and finish it off with a bit more interest and enthusiasm in the morning. ]

w00t weekends!

Me and The Boys are going to Sydney this weekend and I really can’t wait. I totally need to get away from this place, just relax and let off some steam. No, “let off” is too gentle, I am going to blow steam like a stack, I am gonna go off and totally feel great when I get back. Tonight I went over to the studio and hung out, it felt good to get out and I feel better for it already – a good indication that this weekend is going to be most excellent.

Work has been good and I’ve made some of that proverbial “phat cash”… Even if it will only last me until the end of the weekend… Rawk! m/

Distractions this week have included: Work, writing, headaches – they are killing me.