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2008

~laconic-prosaic — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 22:33:24 PST

I moved out.
I bought two hermit crabs.
I watched Beowulf eight times.
I saw a poor woman get hit by a bus.
I had to give up my art diploma to pay rent.
I filled my shelf full of Scandinavian literature.
I spent more time playing Sims 2 than I did sleeping.
I even tried to enjoy beer, but it still tastes like bi-carb.

And I'm still in love with my girlfriend.

Here's for another interesting year.
*Raises a Boag.* (Better luck this time?)

I think I'll just brew my own mead.

... Six Months Later.

~laconic-prosaic — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:31:25 PST

Where's My PomPomCat?

~laconic-prosaic — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:04:57 PDT

No bees are getting in this airtight fortress.

. . .

SERIES ONE

SERIES TWO

SERIES THREE

LACONIC PROSAIC - Obvious...
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<h1>No. 10 - Innumerable Ones.</h1>
<p>~laconic-prosaic — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 20:33:20 PDT</p>
According to the <i>Celestial Emporium of Benevolent Knowledge,</i> as referrenced in <i>El idioma analÃtico de John Wilkins</i> by Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges, animals are divided into these following classes:<br /><br /><i>1. Those that belong to the Emperor, 2. embalmed ones, 3. those that are trained, 4. suckling pigs, 5. mermaids, 6. fabulous ones, 7. stray dogs, 8. those included in the present classification, 9. those that tremble as if they were mad, 10. innumerable ones, 11. those drawn with a very fine camelhair brush, 12. others, 13. those that have just broken a flower vase, 14. those that from a long way off look like flies.</i><br /><br />That's right. This is some of the exotic knowledge I'm being <i>taught</i> in my classes. I love 4, 10 and 12. My mind has just imploded. I love it. I have to recontemplate my philosophies.<br /><br />I'll get back to you on this.<br /><br />-Dave<br /><br />
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<h1>Based on a True Story (Help Me)</h1>
<p>~laconic-prosaic — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:51:27 PDT</p>
<i>[For my friends living outside of Australia, Centrelink is like a welfare support agency. They help you out with a bit of money while you're studying or in financial crisis. But they're so confusing and make one wrong move and you're in debt forever.]</i><br /><br />CENTRELINK: So youÂve moved out of home?<br />DAVE: Yeah.<br />CENTRELINK: When was this?<br />DAVE: About a month ago.<br />CENTRELINK: You realise youÂre supposed to tell us within 14 days of change.<br />DAVE: Uh... Yeah. I did.<br />CENTRELINK: No, you didnÂt.<br />DAVE: Yes... Yes, I did. I filled out the change of address form you sent me. The change of address form you sent to my new house. Then I mailed it back like it said to.<br />CENTRELINK: We didnÂt receive it within 14 days.<br />DAVE: Well, no. It took 13 days just for you to send it out.<br />CENTRELINK: Centrelink takes no responsibility for Australia Post.<br />DAVE: No, I donÂt imagine you do. (You donÂt with your own shit anyway).<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: Do you want rent assistance?<br />DAVE: If possible, it would be nice.<br />CENTRELINK: Too bad.<br />DAVE: Uh... What?<br />CENTRELINK: You donÂt earn enough.<br />DAVE: Uh... Well, no... ThatÂs why IÂd like some rent assistance.<br />CENTRELINK: You need to earn over a certain amount before we can give you rent assistance.<br />DAVE: ... But if I earned that much, I wouldnÂt NEED rent assistance.<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: Are you independant?<br />DAVE: Well, I have to support myself, yeah. I guess I am.<br />CENTRELINK: No, youÂre not.<br />DAVE: IÂm not?<br />CENTRELINK: You have to earn over a certain amount to be independant.<br />DAVE: What was that? A trick question?<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: Are you aware you can report your earnings over the phone?<br />DAVE: Yeah, but we donÂt have a phoneline at my new house.<br />CENTRELINK: Then just do it online.<br />DAVE: But, I just said... Oh, never mind.<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: Have you ever been married?<br />DAVE: No.<br />CENTRELINK: Have you ever been married, but the relationship has ended because of the death of your partner due to domestic violence?<br />DAVE: What?! No! ItÂs only been six months since I was in here last. I couldnÂt have even served the time.<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: How much are your personal possessions worth altogether?<br />DAVE: I donÂt know. A hundred bucks?<br />CENTRELINK: Only a hundred dollars?<br />DAVE: IÂm an art student. I sleep on the floor, I have a plastic bag of clothing, I have one dollar in my bank account and IÂve been eating bread for every meal these past two weeks.<br />CENTRELINK: Why only bread?<br />DAVE: Well, my paints are only student grade and probably contain lead.<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: And where will this course take you?<br />DAVE: Uh... Art gallery curation?<br />CENTRELINK: How much will you be earning doing that?<br />DAVE: I donÂt know. They donÂt exactly employ non-qualified students.<br />CENTRELINK: Looks like youÂll need a qualification.<br />DAVE: Uh, yes. ThatÂs what IÂm doing.<br /><br /><br />CENTRELINK: Would you like Youth Allowance?<br />DAVE: Am I too old for that?<br />CENTRELINK: No.<br />DAVE: IÂm old enough to smoke, drink, have sex and get charged an adult fare on the bus, but IÂm still classified as Âyouth?Â<br />CENTRELINK: Is that a problem?<br />DAVE: No. No, not at all. I just find it ironic.<br />CENTRELINK: Are we going to have a problem?<br />DAVE: What? No! IÂm being agreeable! IÂm agreeable. IÂd like Youth Allowance, please.<br />CENTRELINK: Well, you canÂt<br />DAVE: Oh.<br />CENTRELINK: You have to fill out some forms.<br />DAVE: Okay.<br />CENTRELINK: WeÂll send them out to you in the post.<br />DAVE: Oh... Alright then.<br />CENTRELINK: Please send them back within 14 days. Next!<br />DAVE: Uh... How long will they take to get to me?<br />CENTRELINK: Your session has expired, sir. Next, please.<br /><br />
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<h1>Cinnamon for Cyanide</h1>
<p>~laconic-prosaic — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 23:42:52 PST</p>
<i>Cinnamon for Cyanide</i> was a folk-punk band founded by Tobias Stormhawk in 2004, Western Australia. The initial line-up included Tobias Stormhawk on electric guitar and leading vocals, Tarra Terran also on additional electric guitar and backing vocals, Skekko Clo'vor on drums, Penny Zweig on keyboards and Sovreign Bianca on bass guitar. The band was very nearly called <i>Mechlore,</i> but Skekko remained adamant that it sounded

The band played generally within Tarra's parent's garage during their first few months in existence, recording a few songs directly to computer but never releasing anything or performing in public. When last asked, Tobias replied that he still had those early recordings "somewhere on CD."

Members Penny and Sovreign left in mid-2005. Sovreign moved state for an employment opportunity and to start a life with his long-time girlfriend, Anna. The couple became engaged in 2007. No reason was given for Penny's sudden departure. Skekko refused to speak on the subject, but Tobias suspected extra-terrestrial abduction.

By 2006, Cinnamon for Cyanide gained two new members and a slightly changed line-up. Tobias retired solely to vocals, with Tarra remaining on guitar and backing vocals, and Skekko on drums. Newcomer Bailey O'Bane was handed the place of electric guitar, with Bailey's friend known simply as "Kaiser" taking up bass guitar. Long-time school friend of Tobias', Zjhoenn Kiyone accepted the position of keyboarding.

With this line-up, Cinnamon for Cyanide gained local fans by scoring regular performance time at The Green Bar and the Rocke 'n' Barrel - the latter becoming the more notable for appearances due to the friendship between Skekko and bar owner, Lucy Rocke. It was also the site of their eventual demise.

In late 2006, Cinnamon for Cyanide distributed a self-burnt album featuring their more popular songs, self-recorded. The CD was given away free to fans during one performance in December 2006. The album was also self-titled and had a track listing of seven songs including Taegan, Knifemouth, Concrete and Grandfather's Tears.

In April 2007, Cinnamon for Cyanide ceased playing at The Green Bar and relied purely on the Rocke 'n' Barrel for shows - a decision that severed a great deal of fans and a mistake Tobias later said he came to regret. A second self-made album was released in the same month, titled Likewise and featured songs from the previous album with new additions such as NecRomantic, Kindergoethe and Ewroughtic Iron.

Cinnamon for Cyanide's popularity slipped further with the arrival of Gassing Cats, a heavy metal band permitted show time at the Rocke 'n' Barrel. After the death of Lucy Rocke (rumours have it as heroin overdose), ownership fell to her partner-in-business Trey Winterman who favoured Gassing Cats. Consequently this lead to Gassing Cats receiving the majority or Cinnamon for Cyanide's show time, despite Cinnamon for Cyanide writing a Rocke-inspired ballad titled Heroine.

In August 2007, Skekko left Cinnamon for Cyanide for Gassing Cats after allegedly being involved in a brawl with Gassing Cats' drummer, Michael Acid and breaking the rival drummer's wrist. This lead to Skekko subsequently "winning" his position in Gassing Cats as new drummer.

Rather than find a replacement for Skekko, the remaining members of Cinnamon for Cyanide decided to disband and "have a go at the real world for a while," pursuing alternative employment and/or study.

In November 2007, Tobias and Zjhoenn played around in creating a two-person synthpop band, alternating between the working titles Vanilla for Viagra and Copycat Synthphony. As of yet, no formal commitment has been made by either member for the project.

At the turn of 2008, Gassing Cats remains a favourite at the Rocke 'n' Barrel and is said to be soon releasing an album titled Sarin Therapy.

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Or something like that. I just wanna draw the Laconic Prosaic characters in their band, but needed the inspiration. Maybe I got carried away.

Bah, Humbug

~laconic-prosaic — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 21:04:09 PST

For the first time in my life I think I've actually appreciated what Christmas is about.

At a certain point this year, we didn't think our Mum was going to live to see her birthday, let alone this Christmas, but by a miracle she did. And for that I am forever greatful. It's my Mum that makes Christmas what it is.

We still leave food out for Father Christmas (chocolate and bourbon - hah-hah) and the reindeer. And Mum still insists any presents waiting in the morning are from him. She's the one who knows how to make the Christmas meal a real Christmas meal and not just an everyday ordinary one even though it contains the same cheap on-special ingredients. She's the one, who even after 23 years, still gets me excited about Christmas even though we really can't spare the money to buy presents. She's the one that still puts that stupid cheap CD in the machine to play those awful tacky carols just for tradition. And she's still the one to dress the dog in a Father Christmas hat, even though the rest of us think he's old, deaf and smelly. (The dog, that is, not the man. Then again, who knows).

Without Mum, there would be no Christmas.

I have my Mum, my sisters, my girlfriend, my friends, and my health. (Actually, scratch that last one.) And that's all I really need. Of course, I do want Milo and Otis on DVD, but that can wait. I really need new glasses first as it seems my cancer is returning. >_>

I don't even follow the Christian faith. I follow the ÃsatrÃº faith. But I guess I still do most of the typical Christian stuff for Easter and Christmas just to humour my grandparents. Even though history writes ÃsatrÃº and Christians quite the enemy.

And I'm still glad I think of my family as kind of cool. My mum has raised four kids on her own and still has a life, can drink me under the table, and even knows how to plough a farming crop. (We lived on a farm for a few years.) My sisters are... Well, you know siblings. My grandad is 71 this year and he knows more about building computers than I do, and my grandma is still "with it" - she knows all about Pokemon and Ninja Turtles.

This year's Christmas is much better than the 2006 Christmas. Melody had died that November and her present was still left under the tree that year. Unopened. I didn't want to touch it. Memories still, never fading, forever resurfacing - but past. I will never return to that year.

This year Father Christmas brought me the watch I'd always needed. Just one of those cheap $5 oversized Red Dot watches that you can pick up everywhere, but it's exactly what I needed. After four years of always looking at my wrist for the time, I finally have it. Just goes he is always listening... Like God... Or Dumbledore. (I'm convinced they're all the same person anyway.)

I also recieved a full-sized poster of this poster in Victoria Frances' Liberame series. [link] Most people might be familiar with it, it's one of her more famous works that are floating around the net. I also go long needed socks and underwear... but I'm not posting a photo of that. >_>

I was going to wish all my friends a happy Christmas day, but I'm not. Instead, I wish EVERY ONE of their days happy. Or at least survivable (for too much happy gets annoying.) Because every day should be awesome. Awesome like cinnamon.

~ Dave

Beowulf and Grendel

~laconic-prosaic — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 06:06:45 PST

What are everyone's thoughts?

Personally, I am a GREAT fan of the original 5th/6th century poem. I have been ever since I saw one of those "educational cartoons" in the late 80s about the saga of Beowulf and his fight with Grendel (and later, Grendel's mother). It opened up my world, I tell you. I fell in love with Grendel more than I did with the hero, Beowulf.

A year or two ago I obtained the film Beowulf and Grendel (made in 2005) starring Gerard Butler as Beowulf and Ingvar Eggert SigurÃ°sson as Grendel. I thought it was great. Very powerful and beautiful. Then not too long after that I watched Beowulf a sci-fi take on the story (made in 1999) starring Christopher Lambert as Beowulf and Vincent Hammond as Grendel. . . It was. . . cringe-worthy.

So after those, I found out about the new Beowulf movie which was in pre-production at the time. This is the version now about to hit cinemas and is completely CGI. It stars Ray Winstone as Beowulf and Crispin Glover (yay!) as Grendel. Also stars Angelina Jolie and Anthony Hopkins and [insert any other actor's names that they facially/bodily scanned and rendered in a computer generated image program here]. It'll be plastered everywhere (already on MySpace) soon so you'll get the run-down eventually.

Recently I bought the actual Beowulf epic poem (though, the English translation) bound as a novel. (There is also an Old Norse version I'd like to get after this English version). It's awesomely awesome - as an epic poem should be!

After reading the book, and seeing the trailers (both theatrical and restricted versions) is seems the new Beowulf film is truer (is that even a word?) to the poem than the Beowulf and Grendel film. In the sense that there is no referrence to the murder of Grendel's father in the original book, and that he kills because he hates those who are capable of love (for he is a "descendant of Cain" though I suspect this may have been written into the story after the spread of Christianity throughout Pagan Scandinavia), while in the 2005 film he is a troll who kills out of revenge because King Hrothgar and his Danish warriors killed Grendel's father - showing Grendel as misunderstood and blinded by loss. I suspect creative licence and improvised backstory has been used.

(However there is a storytelling [by a thrall] at the closing of Beowulf and Grendel referring to the Cain and Abel incident and monsters descendant of his bloodline, which includes Grendel. One of the Geatish warriors claims it's "a load of horseshit," for they know really why Grendel was killing [revenge], which brings to light the possibility that the story told today is of thrall improvisation. Again, director's creative licence, but a referrence nonetheless.)

Alternatively, I don't remember any of that in the 1999 sci-fi Beowulf film. I think it was actually explained that Grendel was an alien life form! Or Beowulf was... Or both. Yes. Okay. Moving on. . . Either way, it was a bad attempt at a sci-fi-medieval cross genre film. But that's just my thought.

Also, the story of Beowulf doesn't end with the Grendel/Grendel's mother sagas as it does in the Beowulf and Grendel film. Bewulf actually ends up returning home in the original poem where he finds himself having to face a dragon - which would explain why there is a dragon in the new Beowulf. Trolls (or so described as in Beowulf and Grendel), troll's mammas, vicious storms, jealous Danes and even a dragon. Epic, or what?

Now, upon writing all of that - I cannot even remember where it was going to go! However, yes. The new Beowulf film seems more accurate to the poem. Though I think the CGI still look a little stiff and 'robotic-like' when compared to a Japanese studio's (ie; the Final Fantasy movies [but then again, Japanese excel in almost everything]), if the STORY has anything to do with success, I think it will be worth it. Neil Gaiman is one of the writers and I absolutely loved his MirrorMask film.

Unfortunately Robert Zemeckis directed it. Don't get me wrong, he's directed/produced some alright movies in his time, but he's also made some I would buy on DVD just to drink petrol, piss on them and set them on fire. Most notably: Ghost Ship, Gothika, House of Wax and The Polar Express. (Let's hope the CGI in Beowulf is better than The Polar Express.) Yes, yes - I'm a mean bastard when I want to be (and even when I don't want to be), I'm aware of that.

Though one part in the poem of Beowulf I read that made me dance (not literally - not one will EVAR see me dance) was the mention of a character named "Sigemund." This Sigemund is actually the main character of another epic poem I love, called The Nibelungenleid. It is a Middle-High German story about a...

Dear People, Screw You

~laconic-prosaic — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:09:45 PDT

A FEW PEOPLE WHO [HAVE LITTLE TO DO WITH MY LIFE AND YET STILL MANAGE TO] PISS THE FRIGG OUT OF ME.

That new guy at work.
The big one. The rolly one. The one that looks like he should be crawling up a building to try and get the Ghostbusters. Now listen here, Michelin Man, you do not call me "the camera dude," okay? You do not call me "the net man." You do not even call me "YOU!?" like Tony does. You do not call me cameraboy, photoman, internetkid, darkroomguy, negativebloke, aperturedude, studiodork, resolutionfreak or even George-Freaking-Eastmann of Kodak! You call me what the boss calls me. You call me what everybody at work calls me. You call me "The Photographer." Saavy?

Tom Cruise.
How I'd love to punch him right in the jaw, and more than just for the hell of it: But to ruin those perfect teeth. They say Americans have the best teeth due to dental technology. American representatives are loud, obnoxious, wear stupid hats, make bad covers of good original songs and have a tendancy to declare war with every second nation... But they have nice teeth. Mission Impossible 4, starring Colgate 2-in-1, now with whitening.

Clark Kent of Smallville.
As much as I love your show, I hate your choice of relationships. Lana? No. She's one of those beautiful girls that are so beautiful they're quite sickening. And Lois? No even more! She sucked in the show and she sucked played by Teri Hatcher too. And now she's a desperate housewife and you're nowhere to be seen. I know you're an alien, but isn't it obvious? Chloe was the hot one, man. She was cute, had stylish hair, had a nice smile and she was intelligent! *Sigh.* Alien teenagers and their space hormones.

Bela Lugosi.
I love you, but look what happened to Plan 9 from Outer Space! How could you die and let Tom Mason take your place? He had different coloured hair, for Thor's sake, and they didn't even bother dying it! Still, dying while filming a movie where you were an Undead character. Touch of irony. Classy 'til the end. Long live (or, evidently not) Bela Lugosi... And Vincent Price.

Heihachi Mishima.
Dude, can't you control a single one of your tournaments? You're all "Wah, my son is a devil. I must kill him." Then "Gasp! My grandson is also a devil. I must harness his power." Then "Zomgzor, even my father is a devil! He's been half-dead under my dojo for 40 years and now he's hosting my tournament!" Father: A devil. Son: A devil. Grandson: A devil. Are you sure you're not a Christian, Heihachi? Feel left out of the gene pool? Sort out your family issues, dude... And what is with that hair?!

Whoever wrote the radio version advert for McDonalds' new BLT
They rhyme 'bacon' with 'bacon' six times in nine lines. I think they may have rhymed it with 'makin'' once, and then with 'tasty lunchtime treat' ... which doesn't rhyme and leaves the whole tune in a sour note. There are plenty of words that rhyme with 'bacon.' Like 'Sagem' or 'Fagin' or 'scrumriffication' if you're Dr Seuss. Put them all together and that would be a Happy Meal.

And mostly, The President of the United States of America.
No, President Bush. Just no.

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~laconic-prosaic — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:24:50 PDT

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Madelynn.

~laconic-prosaic — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:36:55 PDT

She died and I did nothing to save her.

She told me she had to die. Told me things would be better when she was gone. That balance would be restored and the world would be safe once more. She said she had dreamed it - seen it within her sleep - and that it was inevitable. She told me he had to die.

She must have been scared. She must have been - even though she had been smiling so lovingly. The smile I remember now still. She couldn't move - trapped within the nightmarish contraption that sought to train her. Surrounded by her shadowed spectres. Her demons that waited greedily for her liberated soul. Surrounded - yet ultimately alone.

She told me she had to die. But she was wrong. She didn't have to die. Not at ten years old. She could have lived. Could have grown up, married, had kids and eventually died naturally - old and loved. She could have lived if only I had taken her place.

But I didn't. And she died. Right there. In pain. Alone.

The worst thing was: I never found out her real name.

...

There is a scenario in my head right now. I don't know what is going on. Was this real? Was I real? Was nothing real? Or was everything? Would you forgive me if I told you that you were just make-believe?

EMERGING.

~laconic-prosaic — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:23:50 PDT

EMERGING.

My TAFE class is holding our exhibition of artworks for Semester One 2007 at The Junction Gallery, Midland Tafe, Lloyd Street Campus (N Block). The exhibition compiles a collection of works from the students of Certificate III in Visual Arts and Contemporary Craft. (Or "a flashy name for a simple pottery class" as my ex-employment advisor once told me. Yeah, well now you can shutthefuckup Matthew, you fuck-faced-fucking-fucking-fuckfuckfuckFUCKKNUCKLE.) ... Ahem.

We all had our own part in effectuating this show, such as morning tea preparation, newspaper advertising, framing, mounting and positioning of works, cleaning and cataloguing. I, myself, designed and hung the advertising posters and handouts.

Included in the exhibitions are works from my friends - Arlina, Marini, Leanne, Hannah, Suzanne, Chianne, Katie, Matilda, Renae, Sarah, Trish, Margaret, Caroline, Helen, Ena, Tracey, Shelley, Jenny, and Teresa. And I suppose, of course, myself - Dave. (Yes, I am the only guy in the class, thank you for pointing that out.)

Also, the exhibition could not have gone ahead without the sharing of knowledge, support and assiduous do-this-do-that of our lecturers - Nick, Mary, Angela, Coralie, Bronwin, Peter, and Mike the Technician.

So, like, and yeah. It runs until about the 6th of July. Go check it out, maybe. Possibly. Naturally. Spontaneously. Hypothetically. Irreprehensibly. Or not.

Mum, that includes you. Mum, get a Devart account.

NB: The photographs were taken with my friggweedy little cameraphon and as such do not give the artworks one ounce of justice.

A piddly little version of the poster on The Junction Gallery window for the Emerging exhibition.

The Junction Gallery. (Before the official opening).

During Mary's speech at the official opening of Emerging.

From left to right: Keeping Secrets by Arlina, Untitled by Helen, Untitled by Margaret, Rich Simplicity by Caroline, Inside Outside by Margaret, [Zjho]Cinophae by Dave, Nishta by Leanne and Valhalla's Melody [V02] by Dave.

Arlinias Floris by Arlina. (It reminds me of a Triffid. Spookular!) ^_^

Rich Simplicity by Caroline.

[Zjho]Cinophae by Dave. (It's painted with coffee.)

Nishta by Leanne and Valhalla's Melody [V02] by Dave.

Watercolour and Charcoal Installments.

Breakfast by Chianne.

Inside/Outside Installments.

Symbol Painting Installments.

Collage to Watercolour Installments. (I must photograph the rest of these.)

Arlina's Collage to Watercolour Piece.

Leanne's Collage to Watercolour Piece.

Dave's Collage to Watercolour Piece. (Cyber-Jesus?)

. . .

In other news: LACONIC PROSAIC 3 - returning soon.