wild nights.

wild night, hey dave? what about when the dj played all those awesome songs and we went to sleep. good times.

throw some d's on that bitch.

did you know that "d's", in the context of "throw some d's on that bitch" are infact a brand of rims, called daytons? thats todays gangsta fact.

and, just quietly, Rich Boy - Throw Some D's

cascade green.

thought its about time to review a beer. i drink a fair bit of beer. the beer in the spotlight today is cascade green. i don't actually know how to review a beer, so i looked up some other reviews of the same brew to teach myself how. i found 2, and both didn't rate it very highly at all, so fuck learning from them.

i'll make it up.

cascade green is a new brew from cascade in tassie. they're jumping on the "green" bus to produce a product that appeals to people because its saving the planet, which seems a longshot, cos its a beer, not a shower head or light bulb. however, it is entirely carbon neutral. not that they don't produce carbon in the making of the beer, they just buy carbon credits or whatever to offset it, making the carbon disappear into thin air...even though thats where it is...whatever.

as far as taste goes, i don't really know how to describe it. all i can safely say is that its probably the best beer i've ever tasted. mitch said it tasted like grass, one of the reviews i read mentioned "grassy" somwhere, so we can probably agree on that. it tastes a little like grass.

its low carb, which is handy if, like me, you're watching your weight. it doesn't have any preservatives, which according to some are the source of a nasty hangover. the type of hops they put in it are called galaxy hops. thats a pretty sick name for a type of hops, so you know they must be good, and like all good beers, it comes in a green bottle.

its pretty expensive though, at $60ish a carton. $7.50 for a stubbie of it at rics in the valley. i got a carton for $40 at 1st choice, and if its still on special i strongly suggest you do to.

lick-a-prize

i found this, just in case anyone else is collecting

fuck a current affair

"hi, and welcome to a current affair. first, to families that believe they are being stalked by wild cats.."
GET FUCKED you stupid, mind numbing, nation dumbing, racist advocating fuckwit promoting losers.
and why would you even put any show on at the same time as the cook and the chef on abc? what sort of person would rather watch aca over one of, if not THE, most exciting and informative cooking shows to ever grace the telly.
love you the cook and the chef.

part of the weekend never dies.

parklike was damn good. soulwax were amazing.


but im gonna talk about the afterparty.
seeing peaches dj was one of the nights highlights for me, not so much for her dj skills, but to see someone stand on the table in front of the decks and bend down to mix. genius. har mar superstar was getting around half naked most of the night, till he got kicked out after fake bloods set by some wanker bouncer.
the nights highlight for me was when Morgan Quaintance from does it offend you, yeah? grabbed a mic for a rendition of insane in the membrane during their dj set. he does a mean running man.
ages after peaches had finished one of her dancers tried to get back up on the dj booth, but her efforts were hampered, im assuming, by copious amounts of champagne, and she ate it, and took a speaker down with her. that was really really funny. but you kinda had to be there.
the secret acts were definitely a pretty big drawcard to the afterparty, and everyone thought it would be 2manydj's (except dave, who thought it might be jay z). anyway, during fake blood's set we ventured into the other room to see who the other special guest was. there were 2 guys, both behind the decks....and thats it. i'm not kidding, there was nobody in the room. went back to watch the last of fake blood, then the second special guest came on. he was someone i didnt recognise, and he played some shit music, so we were pretty keen to leave, nobody more so than tom, who left in quite spectacular fashion. later on i did some detective work and discovered the dj was none other than met resident andy priddle, who's long list of achievements includes holding residencies in all south-east queensland "commercial clubs", a few MOS tours and a gig at dreamworld. while there are places for dj's like this, and i'm not saying he's bad at what he does, the parklife afterparty isn't one of them. how could you advertise him as a "special guest"? with a whole plethora of international dj's in town he's far from "special", and he plays there every fucking week, so he's clearly not a "guest". i think that given the choice of a split head, hours in a hospital waiting room and 7 stitches OR listening to andy priddle for an hour, tom chose the less painful option.