Weekend - Friday and Saturday...

[maxcelcat]

Dear Diary,

I had a long busy weekend. Friday night I did a whole lot of nerdy stuff (see below) whilst evildoom_bunny got an early night. Soon I will have an actual working website. Woo-yay.

Saturday, the nice lady at the el-cheapo haircut place gave me a buzz cut. I was going to get a passport photo taken, but then I went and looked at myself in the mirror... Unshaven, bags under my eyes, shitty TISM t-shirt on. Do I really want this to be on my passport for the next decade? I think not.

evildoom_bunny and I went for a drive down to Point Cook, near the airforce base, just to get the heck out of town for a bit. There's a very obscure beach down there, covered in smelly seaweed. A couple of planes seemed to be practicing touch and go landings at the base, they kept buzzing around and around.

The road to Point Cook is rapidly being surrounded my houses, there's a whole scary new suburb growing up out there. I swear on a stack of Adbusters magazines I will never, never, ever live in a place like that. I will cram me and my whole family into a tiny three bedroom place in the inner north before I end up in a desolate place like that. My non-existent children can share a room, and if they complain, I'll take 'em out to Caroline Springs until they cry and want to go home.

We drove further along that part of the coast to a place called Campbell's Cove (I believe) which isn't officially a town, I think. There's a tight windy dead-end road, on one side is a market garden, on the other a the ocean. On the beach sit a whole series of... Cabins, not sure how else to describe them. They were kinda halfway between beach boxes or boat sheds and little houses, not much more glamorous than a caravan. And they were all tiny, not much more than one room with a tiny balcony on the front. All of them had water tanks, and lots of them had gas bottles as well. I guess they weren't on the power grid. Some of them were clearly being lived in, but a whole bunch were in increasing states of disrepair - one had fallen down completely. And a lot of them had "for sale" signs. Weird place, wasn't clear what they were all doing there, and who would use them. Hermits perhaps? The beach - maybe it was the time we were there - was very smelly from seaweed and probably also proximity to the sewerage treatment plant, not a nice place to be!

Saturday night, we went out to Bayswater (another scary suburb) to visit stillbeing in her parents house she was housesiting. The damn place doesn't need sitting, it's more high tech than... Something high tech! The best bit: the pet frogs. The worst bit: pictures of four wheel drive trips her parents go on! Argh! The suburbs! The really scary part - her house was just around the corner from a place where an ex of mine lived (years and years ago, like 1992). Note to self: have less complicated love life.

We watched a doco about Einstuerzende Neubauten's 20th anniversary, as you do. Probably time I got a Neubauten logo tattoo - like everyone else on earth, including Henry Rollins and indeed stillbeing, since I've been buying their records since at least 1991.

More to follow...