bedlam updates

I have been writing and deleting what I write for hours now and have achieved a very strong sense of being trapped in my own head. Every sentence I tap out is a prisoner calling for help that will never come. I will point out that I am writing this in my nice home and could go outside and be somewhere good if I wanted but it is very important that I invest the story of my failure to achieve an interesting thought with some kind of dramatic oomph. Several hours ago I was quietly confident I would have a testament to my brilliance done and dusted by days end, but as the sun sinks towards  the horizon I know all is lost and I have wasted an entire day of my life typing shitty words and flushing them. Woe is me! I have given my all and been rewarded with ashes. Even my inner child scorns me. This is fucked and I don't like it. Doesn't my creativity know I live in a capitalist system that requires that I provide a constant stream of online content? How can I build an audience...

Yesterday I made a video reacting to the Nauru Files, the main idea of which was that if Australians don't pay close enough attention to the news, the Australian news will always be bad. When I was a kid I noticed the Adults weren't big on telling the truth. Anything of troubling significance was seemingly automatically lied about. And when I say lie, I mean flat out denied. There was an impenetrable wall of impatience around any and all events of importance. Both sides of the family were Catholic, so there's the obvious going on there, but I reckon it's also national. This is a nation of cover-ups. A while back me and a partner in not believing this country is for real had a drink with a couple of mates who were absolute in their impatience with any talk of this country's origins. My partner and I in, apparently, crime, did a lot of making goggling boggling significant eye contact as we tried to comprehend why people with no history of being political were vigo...

Today is not a bad day weather wise and I forgive myself for wanting to burn Australia to the ground. Files have been leaked detailing what happens to actual real live kids when you put them in a detention centre on a very remote island. Well done Australia, you're very special. In Australia, real live adults take time to moan that they're laughed at when they play Pokemon Go. Okay, I'm sorry for shoehorning Pokemon Go into this, but when I ride my bike along the creek to think about stuff like our detention centres in surroundings that will stop me from killing myself, there's this spot where grown adults gather to block the shared walk/cycle way with their amazingly toned bodies (teehee! not really!) and I have to do this thing with my face where I don't let on that they shit me because passive aggressive consumer Aussies love it when you do that because it means they are being bullied and are therefore pretty much freedom fighters. Australia could use...

In which I mention the Olympics. Full disclosure: yesterday I learned an American boy's life was claimed by the world's largest water slide and I made no attempt to not find that funny, nor will I unless challenged by a parent whose offspring was killed by the world's largest water slide. Also: yesterday I learned a guy drew a cute picture for every one of the 365 days of a year with his beloved lady and I found that as horrible as some misguided fools would the thought of a 10 year old boy decoupling from a fun ride so hard his head came right off. His head came off guys. If that doesn't cheer you up you've lost touch with your inner child and are probably imagining an elaborate proposal to your partner that will appear on Youtube to make millions of people vomit themselves inside out.       The Olympics are upon us and I am grateful, for though I have no interest in the event I am bombarded with tales of weeping losers and excellent injuries whether I want them ...

I made a video today that does my thing of either joining the dots or drawing a very long bow, depending on your point of view. I've been thinking about points of view and how they change in a person based on new information, or from person to person based on which one them actually reads a fucking book occasionally. Today, while I was doing my version of reading, which is scrolling the news trying to work out how many days civilisation has left, I saw that a woman in China had stepped out a car in a zoo and immediately been killed by a tiger. I can't say I was deeply hurt by this news. She didn't bother to read great big signs saying, "Warning: actual Tigers", and I assume also tuned out any noises dripping with the same bloody information. I thought this news was a great example of just how wrapped up in our lives we can be, to the point of completely not bothering to stay alive in a place where there are tigers. I connected this to Australian leaking vessel o...

So I tried and failed to read an open letter to "The Left" from people calling themselves "The Left". How amazing that I found it possible to look at dozens of people crushed by a vehicle in Nice this morning but what these champs had to say not only made me close my laptop, but I know I will never read it. It's too triggering lol high fives all round. It had to happen sooner or later, identity politics had to disappear so far up it's own arse that following the logic is a hero's mission through an idiot sewer. The bit I did manage to force down was that "Progressives need to acknowledge that all politics is identity politics" or some such burning garbage. So all real world events must be strained through an identity politics filter? And the people demanding this are educated enough to know about filters? But too precious to absorb that there can't be a theory on Earth that explains everything and that attempts to find one are a doomed ...

We live in a world where terror attacks can happen anywhere and we can look at the latest footage on a device over breakfast. Pretty swell huh? Of all the rad things we can do here in the future, that's got to be the the raddest. My girlfriend made this wild muesli and I was tucking into that and looking at people who had the blood squashed out of them and a guy came on the radio and then things went from offensively horrific to dangerously puerile. He started talking about burkas. There's a few possible reactions to a terror attack, my favourite is to find the worst footage and look at it and shed a tear while I'm chewing home made muesli. Why? Because it's a mass murder and humans aren't actually built to have any normal response to that shit, so fuck it. What I definitely don't do is call up talkback radio to complain that we have a security problem that is somehow linked to burkas. When 9/11 happened, mainstream media handed the megaphone to experts who ...