Only five days now till the Tiger year starts so I'm going to start posting pictures of my favourite Tigers, because, well...it's fun!
Here is the first Tiger, Chabo (Nakaido Reichi). With Imawano of course. Very cute picture...I do like my rock stars in nerdy glasses. Chabo is most definitely a "sweetie".

Not much else to say. Been reading over all my writings about the past and coming to the conclusion that it would all make a great Zombie movie. XD 

Oh, watched BRUNO today and laughed all the way through. Really therapeutic! I don't remember laughing at all at BORAT, so he must be improving. I suppose it's easier to enjoy the mockery of dumb fashionista than it is the mockery of a dumb eastern european. Man though, the scene where he shows his new program to a test audience almost killed me I laughed so much. Of course you need to find the uncut version. Must have been very heavily cut for the cinemas.
 

Bad Premonition
That shadow crossing my life... that voice...Who is it?
Day by day and night by night the singing voice rises.
That song making my heart uneasy...
A woman in black..her sad eyes looking at me.
An ominous premonition..
That song making my heart uneasy.
You, under the moonlight, standing alone.
Please say something to me. Do not stay silent.
That voice making my heart uneasy.
That song, that song!
That shadow trying to take away my life...that voice...Who is it?
Watching your back as you depart from the hands of love...
That song making my heart uneasy...
You, who surrendered yourself to a woman in black,
are now going away somewhere.
That ominous song to my heart.
Your dream is crystal without any impurity.
(Too pure) to live in this world. Why did you die?
That voice my heart hears is your voice. That voice is...
Day by day and night by night the singing voice rises.
That song making my heart uneasy...
That voice is your voice...Why did you die?
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translation by
Tweedledamandee

Excellent excellent!
Major debut for my favourite kitties kiddies.
Nicked this pic off Koshikawakuns blog.
LOL! At the latest pictures!
It will be a real Tiger year for them. :)
Only annoying thing about this is, I probably won't be able to get their stuff on i-tunes anymore.
Oh my they have a new site too!
HELL!!
Hahahaha!!!

Too hot here! 35 all week and 50 percent humidity. Sun will cook you like a sausage in two minutes if you are daft enough to go out there unprotected. France is talking about making the burka illegal, but I am pondering how to post modernize it for UV protection in an over heated world.

I don't think banning burkas is a good idea anyway. I don't thinking banning anything really does the job its said to do. But telling women wtf to wear isn't really a good start.

Perhaps if they designed this stupid city so pedestrians had some cover, we wouldn't have the highest rate of skin cancer in the world, and I wouldn't be considering reinventing the burka. They were making some idiotic claim to be the new Artistic capital of Australia.
*snorkles*
It can't even seriously claim to be a city in my opinion. Brisbane is like a grossly bloated country town, sprawling its sorry ass across some of the scrubbiest shit scrub in Australia. Apart from the center, which has some nice hills, its one endless flat suburban  hell stretching in vast distances in every direction up and down the coast. Like a blight.

Thank god for the beach.
Mind you, that's the real people cooker!
Check out my new beach burka!

ring of fire
 

I am so addicted to MICHEL SARDOU " HALLYDAY LE PHENIX " . Thanks to Julie of course who does a splendid cover of it. Mr Sardous' resonances are spine chilling. And funnily enough I encountered this song on the very same day that I discovered that DH Lawrence was a Phoenix. He knew it absolutely, he adopted it as his symbol, as well as the cock. Cock and Phoenix are the same in Chinese astrology. He was the Escaped Cock. And the Resurrected Man, having almost died of pneumonia. And darling Frieda, his formidable wife, who I am quite in love with, was a Tiger! He knew that too, and often describes her as such. And of course once he met her, he wrote about no-one else. For a writer a truly interesting main character is like gold dust. Even if she does beat you up from time to time. He probably deserved it.

I am also in Phoenix mode myself, lying destroyed in the ashes of my past, waiting to arise. I think I shall do the opposite of what DHL did and give up painting for writing. He exhibited his pictures once and they were instantly confiscated. I read a moronic article in the Guardian about it all which I won't even bother linking to because it annoyed me so much, like most of what is written about DHL. The author of that piece of excreta seems to think he should have allowed his paintings to be burned just to prove a point. Shows how much respect he has for art. Making a fucking point? Whats the point in that? I hate art that's about making a stupid point. Leave that to the rest of the dickheads.