Archive for the ‘seriously?’ Category

Today (31st Oct 2008) [Part A]

2 November, 2008

I was at Blackstump earlier this year (it’s a 4-day Christian Arts and Music festival). There was a poet there by the name of Cameron Semmens, he specialises in performance poetry, and, whilst he can sound kinda corny on a CD (sorry Cam!) he’s amazing live. Anyway, his approach to poetry reminded me of Shakespeare’s approach to plays (as described by Ms. Elliot in 2007, thanks Miss!) – Shakespeare used every available technique to make his work relevant to the common person. And so, whilst I cringe at this piece on paper (it sounds heaps cooler when you have it read to you with enthusiam; it’s performance poetry) it’s a helluva lot of fun (and somewhat unfinished). Here it is: ‘Today’.


I’m finding
  –  sand in nooks I knew not I had,
  –  fresh pimples, pores blocked by a wanton lust for sunscreen.
I feel like my skin is shining!


And somewhere, not so far away, you’re finding
  –  that your belly button goes much deeper when you’re extracting sand from it.
And at the thought, my soul is shining too.


fun with stereotypes at church on Sunday night!

17 December, 2007

Kristin, the sweet, blonde girl: “My umbrella’s broken! Will you guys take a look at it?”

Fabian, the engineer: “I’ll fix it!”

Will, the financial advisor: “Just buy a new one!”

🙂 hahaha.

naiad-whispers II

9 November, 2007

For this post, Fabian will refer to himself in the third person. Why? It makes the story sound so much cooler.

7:00: Our hero is grumpy. Decides to get off his arse and go for a walk.

7:04 (approx): leaves house.

7:08: four minutes down the road, our hero looks at the time on his Nokia 1100 and realises he must have left home at about 7:04.

7:18: sees Dean Gallagher in his car with his brother Martin. Grins, waves, and jokes around for a bit.

7:38: reaches woonona beach. Remembers the words of Malfurion Stormrage: “There’s a storm coming”. Looks out over the water. Wow, what a storm. Realises that God is awesome and so very very powerful, and artistic, as he sits with his bare feet in the sand and his prehistoric jeans and shoes. Muses on this fact until…

7:50: decides it’s time to go – wanna be home before dark.

7:54: looks at phone. Thinks, “No way, it can’t’ve taken four minutes to get from the beach to here!”

7:58: starts raining. Our hero thinks, “Yay! I love the rain.”

7:59: you know how there’s rain, and then there’s RAIN!!!!!? yep. starts RAIN!!!!!ing.

8:00: it’s dark.

8:02: our hero, by this stage, is so wet that if he jumped in a swimming pool, water would osmote OUT of him. This is assisted by the fact that there is such a huge salt content in modern pools.

8:04: our hero is having trouble walking, for the fact that his clothes have gained 6 kilograms.

8:05: Fabs runs out of clever ways to describe how soaking wet he is. He (actually did this) turns off his Nokia 1100 to make sure it doesn’t short-circuit or anything.

8:12: Our hero reaches the first undercover area since he left the beach. Lots of people look at him like he’s an idiot (at least ONE of them was thinking that), but he doesn’t care. Heck, when you’re this wet, it’s not going to phase you too much when people try to rain on your parade (get it?!… sorry).

8:16: Fabian realises the great blogging potential of the last hour and… twelve minutes.

8:23: Our hero arrives home, soaking wet, and in the best mood that ever existed. E-V-A-H (thanks Kirra).

And that’s my story. Right now, i’m sitting in front of my laptop, in my warm house, wearing my comfy pyjama pants, and about to go make some cappucino. Sigh. My friends, this is what life is all about. 😀

On Spam

23 October, 2007

I’m sorry Therese Maher, but another four inches would simply be impractical.

Blackstump Quotes!

1 October, 2007

Grant: Isn’t it ironic that the bane of the creative mind is a blank page?
Fabian: Yes, but moreso, the bane of the poet is the distinct lack of a pen.

Grant: I’m sorry Mobberly, that wasn’t funny.

Fabian: So this copper walks up to this carpenter and sees a pile of planks and some resin next to him. He says “Well well, what’s all this aboat?”

Fabian: The only thing more agile than a ninja is a ninja’s mind.

Fabian: A ninja is everywhere. And nowhere. All at once.
Grant: Sometimes twice!