Feb
26
2010
Ode to Adelaide Fringe 2
Hot chicks flirt with me -
I show my dimpled glee.
Wearing my artist pass,
No harm can come to pass -
There’s her boyfriend
Oh shit run.
Feb
25
2010
Ode to Adelaide Fringe 1
BackPacker Weirdo
Lying in my bunk bed -
with a cooling breeze blowing my head –
wishing it was one of the hot swedish backpackers who surround me –
trying not to get a bone –
knowing I’ll fail –
waiting for the chinese guy to stop hitting on the chinese girl –
hoping he’ll fail –
oh! He’s just mounted me, I mean the upper bunk -
i feel like i need to wash -
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Feb
14
2010
Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony
Watching opening ceremony of the winter olympics last night and few things struck me as strange…
1. How normal it feels to see people flying through the air (ever since Soul 1988).
2. How stunning digital projection on a massive canvas can look.
3. How not weird it felt to see a bunch of canadians tap dancing and fiddling like the irish.
4. How much the canadians love canada.
5. How okay I was with the experience turning into a come visit canada marketing exercise.
6. How disney has a lot to answer for.
7. How big 80′s hair is back.
8. How okay it was that the presenters kept refering to us ‘billions’ of viewers watching at home on tv.
9. How the simple spoken word of a beautifully written poem was more engaging then any techno wizardry.
10. How despite all my old man cynicism, this gripping wonder-fest made me want to be canadian. Ah shit.
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Feb
11
2010
Scars on chicks
Are scars just for blokes?
I’m sitting on a bus and the girl in front of me has as many as a dozen fat scars across her back from moles being cut out.
On a bloke I wouldn’t think twice … blokes have scars …
So why aren’t chicks able to make the mistake of spending too much time in the sun only to have big scars on their back ? Because they’re supposed to be something effeminate? Something innocent and unspoilt? When you’re a bloke in the throws of love making – is there something off putting about these marks? Like some other bloke has come along before you and branded her his own? Wouldn’t that kill the mood a little? Hmmm…
Or is all this a load of crap as I fight against the tought of my own back … and the long over due check up …
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Feb
9
2010
Sexmosis
So stupid Gen-Y made up words annoy me as much as anyone. So it is with with a little trepidation, and at the risk of appearing a fool, I explain.
It seems after some two years of failing to improve my coffee making ability – suddenly, and against all reason – I’ve had a striking improvement in said skills post sexing a barista.
It’s as if through the very act of poking a bit of me in a bit of her, I have somehow gathered up the core of her coffee brewing ability (which is quite impressive) and then syphoned off a little bit for myself. You know, or something.
No longer do I have to put up with drab burnt coffee, with over frothed soy.
No more will I swear at the inadequacies of my coffee machine.
No!
For I am Glen, he who can Brew!
Indeed, some years ago when dating a masseuse a similar occurrence. Oh yes, ladies, these hand work magic.
So for the greater good or otherwise I present to you:
Sexmosis (n) The gaining of new skills and abilities through sexing a friend. Example. Through cunning sexmosis I was able to gain skills in bartending, wordworking and the clergy.
Try it out for yourself.
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A writer, producer and blogger with a passion for storytelling. Glen lives in Brisbane but dreams of New York, has a Grad Dip in Education but doesn't like teenagers, watches really average movies even thought they annoy him, loves to drive but doesn't own a car, yearns for more adventure in his life. Needs a new pair of jeans, perhaps a nice dark blue colour. Spells colour with a "u". Currently reading: Mind the Gaffe, and The Doubter's Companion Occasionally he writes reflections of theatre, books and film, as well as small novelties.
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