Learning

Since moving to australia i've learnt/experienced:

australian tv is far worse than nz tv which isnt much good any way.

most australian people are pretty darn friendly, even the alcoholic, junkie, homeless ones.

reading captain america comics whilst drunk is fun.

not all spring rolls are vegetarian

whatever you want will eventually be thrown out and put on the footpath by someone

people generally get paid more here than in nz


ok i'm off to nz for a week.

Me

I think the sun burned me today.

I'm writing a bit and making lots of music.

I'm reading a lot. I have so much to read.

I'm wheeling and dealing books around the mean streets of Melb. Maybe next year work in a second hand book store?

I go back to NZ at the end of this week.

I can't wait to see my family again.

Coffee is my New God

Busy, busy, times for this lad, on my agenda this weekend,

* Finish Comics for Armageddon Comic Cons on next couple weekends.

* Do last revisions on script for other Matt and mail it to him!

* Make more paper.

* Watch more of compelling Aussie drama, Love My Way.

* Commence and complete a 100 - character design project. This involves creating 100 recognisably different characters in a week. I borrowed this idea from Steve Bissete and James Kolchaka who use it in a drawing class. Culled from this Lucy Knisley article.

* purchase tickets to NZ!!

* If my pay is not processed tonight, burn down Aus Post Wage Clerks house.

* Jammmmmm!!!

* Maybe sleep

The Jokes on Me

This week instead of paying me, Australia Post have decided not to pay me and issued me with an 8 page payslip for $-1,995.61.

So in actual fact it seems i owe them money for having had the privilege of working for them.

I didn't know it was possible to receive payment in negative figures.

Somethings not quite right.

Postman

I cautiously walked up the steps of Gatwick House on Fitzroy St with my bundle of mail. Bunching up the sleeves of my raincoat, I clasped the door with my wrists, pulling it open whilst taking care not to touch it with my bare skin for fear of the numerous diseases it was surely rife with. Entering the lobby of the building that is a roof for the many junkies, alcoholics and homeless of St Kilda I was struck by the smell of a mortuary with busted air conditioning. Two people had been murdered here in the last 6 months and blood frequently colours the path outside. I kept my head down.

Passing a large man standing along the lobby wall I made my way to the office to deliver the mail. The tower of a man stood staunchly and silently facing the wall with his back to me. Black boots, black jeans, black singlet all topped off with a black afro. I caught a brief glimpse of a black bushy Grizzly Adams beard. I kept my head down.

Suddenly I hear an outburst from the man mountain addressing someone in a lively manner,

"What do you call a man who likes guys?"

"Normal."

I glanced up for a second.

Upon hearing his own punchline he starts to violently giggle and cackle, while his upper body starts dancing in a spastic manner.

At that point I realise there is no one else there, Grizzly Adams is talking to himself in a large wall mirror.

I boot the door open.

I jump down the steps in one leap.

I bike like hell.