Just Dann now...

With a (debatable) long weekend approaching, he was considering a whirlwind trip. I state my doubt that four days was sufficient to see even Tokyo, but also that I would join him if he decided on going. As our bottle emptied, other desitinations were suggested, including Singapore. I recalled my parents telling me they'd walked from one end of Sentosa Island to the other within an hour. Surely, with that trivia in mind, that would make four days ample time to explore the island.

We ordered pizza and watched Suspiria for the first time, though my mind must have been elsewhere, because I couldn't even begin to explain the plot today. When I reaised the trip idea again this week as a more pressing issue, if it were to proceed, Jax seemed confused. He checked the calendar app on his phone.

'Oh,' he said, still studying the results on the screen. He had lost track of the proposed dates, and had not realised that next week is the one featuring a public holiday. (Considering the minor nature of the holiday, and that so much alcohol was consumed during the initial conversation that he had repeatedly spilled whiskey onto my couch, I shouldn't have been surprised.) Nevertheless, the fact remained that neither of us had plans for the weekend.

During my lunchbreak on Halloween, I flipped open a few travel websites, but found prices to be quite high - particularly for Japan, where flight times and durations also meant that the four-day trip would barely include two at the destination. Jax had apparently undertaken the same investigation, and we exchanged some emails. Watching for Trick-or-Treaters from my balcony that evening, I plotted a budget alternative: A train ride to Ballarat, where one can stay at what is allegedly Australia's most haunted hotel. The trip would come in at under a hundred dollars. The hotel even plays host to an impressive and diverse line up of live music most nights of the week.

By morning - yesterday - the last-minute booking market had softened considerably. By the time I'd sent Jax my haunted hotel itinerary, he'd identified a very reasonable rate at a hotel in the midst of Sentosa's casino and bar district. This lead me to find an incredibly cheap airfare for a flight from Changi to Tullamarine. Before lunch, we had found flights to Singapore, and were booked to travel.

Now I am en-route to the airport, leaving the conference I've been organising full-time for the past month or two to deal with itself for a few days, and hopeful the the stormy weather I'm expecting to fly in to won't cause any of Universal Studio's rollercoasters to close.



	2019.01.18 10.18 FinalList 2018... Ball Park Music - Frank Basement - Disconnect Confidence Man - Try Your Luck Hellions - Smile I Know Leopard - Landmine Olympia - Star City Ruel Dazed & Confused {Prod. M-Phazes} Stand Atlantic - Skinny Dipping Trophy Eyes - Friday Forever YUNGBLUD - Polygraph Eyes



	2019.01.03 09.18 shortList 2018... 070 Shake - Mirrors 1010 Benja SL - Ultimaybe A Perfect Circle - So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish A$AP Rocky - A$AP Forever {Ft. Moby/T.I./ Kid Cudi} A$AP Rocky - Sundress A. Swayze & The Ghosts - Suddenly Aburden - To The Sky After Touch - Six Feet Closer Ainslie Wills - Society Airways - Alien Alex The Astronaut - Waste Of Time All Time Low - Everything Is Fine Amity Affliction, The - Feels Like I'm Dying Amity Affliction, The - Ivy (Doomsday) Amy Shark - All Loved Up Amy Shark - Don't Turn Around Amy Shark - I Said Hi Amy Shark - Never Coming Back Amy Shark - The Idiot Angie McMahon - Missing Me Another Sky - Forget Yourself Antony & Cleopatra - Hurt Like Hell Approachable Members Of Your Local Community - Semiotic Vision Architects - Royal Beggars Arctic Monkeys - American Sports Arctic Monkeys - Four Out Of Five Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino Augie March - Bootikins AURORA - Queendom Baauer - 3AM {Ft. AJ Tracey/Jae Stephens} Babe Rainbow, The - Supermoon BABYMETAL - Distortion BABYMETAL - Starlight Bad Juju - Moving On Baker Boy - Black Magic {Ft. Dallas Woods} Ball Park Music - Frank Ball Park Music - I Am So In Love With You Ball Park Music - The End Times Basement - Disconnect BATTS - Shame Bearcubs - Landslide Bec Sandridge - Animal Bec Stevens - They Don't Build Cars Like This Anymore Ben Howard - Nica Libres At Dusk Bene - Soaked Beths, The - You Wouldn't Like Me Billie Eilish - you should see me in a crown Bishop Briggs - Baby BLEACHERS - Alfie's Song (Not So Typical Love Song) BOAT SHOW - Restless Bob Moses - Heaven Only Knows BØRNS & Lana Del Rey - God Save Our Young Blood Boston Manor - Halo breathe. - Are You All Good? Bring Me The Horizon - Wonderful Life {Ft. Dani Filth} BROCKHAMPTON - BOOGIE BROCKHAMPTON - HONEY BROCKHAMPTON - SAN MARCOS BUGS - Glue Burnout - Get Out Cable Ties - Tell Them Where To Go Canary - Two Step Car Seat Headrest - Cute Thing Carl Renshaw - Sence Cautious Clay - Stolen Moments Charli XCX - Don't Delete The Kisses {triple j Like A Version 2017} Childish Gambino - This Is America Christine And The Queens - Doesn't Matter CHVRCHES - Get Out City Calm Down - Joan, I'm Disappearing CLEWS - Museum Cog - The Middle Columbus - Don't Know How To Act Confidence Man - Catch My Breath Confidence Man - Don't You Know I'm In A Band Confidence Man - Out The Window Confidence Man - Santa's Comin' Down The Chimney Confidence Man - Try Your Luck Cosmo Sheldrake - Wriggle {Mr Jukes Edit} Courtney - Barnett Charity Courtney Barnett - Nameless, Faceless Cousin Tony's Brand New Firebird - Transient CREO - Plasticine Mezzanine Cub - Sport Sometimes Darwin Deez - The World's Best Kisser Dead Letter Circus - The Real You DEAN FOREVER - Ease The Nearing Dean Lewis - Be Alright Didirri - I Can't Get Last Night Out Of My Head Disclosure - Where Angels Fear To Tread DMA'S - For Now DMA'S - The End DRAM - WWYD? Dream On Dreamer - Let It In Dream Wife - Hey Heartbreaker Dylan Joel - Hollering Love DZ Deathrays - Like People E^ST - Blowjob E^ST - I Don't Lack Imagination Ebhoni - Opps Editors - Hallelujah (So Low) Eilish Gilligan - S.M.F.Y. Emerson Snowe - If I Die, Then I Die Emma Louise - Falling Apart Everything Everything - Breadwinner Faim, The - Saints Of The Sinners Florence And The Machine - Hunger Flowermouth - Gown Franz Ferdinand - Lazy Boy Fraser A. Gorman - Walking To Oman's G Flip - Killing My Time Gengahr - Before Sunrise Ghost - Rats Ghostemane - D(r)ead Girlpool - Hire Golden Features - Runner Gooch Palms, The - Busy Bleeding Goon Sax, The - She Knows Gorillaz - Tranz Gretta Ray - Time Grimes - We Appreciate Power {Ft. HANA} Haiku Hands - Jupiter half•alive - still feel. Hands Like Houses - Overthinking Hard Aches, The - Happy Hatchie - Sugar & Spice Hellions - Smile Highasakite - Out Of Order Hilltop Hoods - Leave Me Lonely Hinds - The Club Hockey Dad - I Wanna Be Everybody Hockey Dad - Join The Club Hockey Dad - Sweet Release Hopium - Leave I Don’t Know How But They Found Me - Do It All The Time I Know Leopard - Landmine IAMDDB - Conjuring IDLES - Danny Nedelko IV League - Superstar Jack Gray - My Hands Jack River - Confess Jack White - Connected By Love Japanese Wallpaper - Fooling Around John Butler Trio - Home Joji - SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK Jungle - Happy Man Kanye West - Ghost Town Karen O & Danger Mouse - Lux Prima Kero Kero Bonito - Make Believe Kimbra - Human King Princess - Talia Kira Puru - Molotov Kite String Tangle, The - Give It Time {Ft. Aalias} Kooks, The - No Pressure LANKS - twentyseven Last Dinosaurs - Eleven Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers - China Beach Leikeli47 - Hoyt And Schermerhorn Leikeli47 - Mulita Leikeli47 - Roll Call Let's Eat Grandma - I Will Be Waiting Lily Allen - Trigger Bang {Ft. Giggs} Little May - Lover Liza Anne - Small Talks LOSER - Loser LPX - Might Not Make It Home LSD - Genius LSD - Thunderclouds Luca Brasi - Clothes I Slept In Lykke Li - deep end Mallrat - Groceries Mallrat - UFO {Ft. Allday} Mansionair - Falling Manu Crook$ - Fuego {Ft. Anfa Rose} Mark Ronson - Nothing Breaks Like A Heart {Ft. Miley Cyrus} Meg Mac - Give Me My Name Back Merk - LuckMGMT Me And MichaelDilemma Methyl Ethel - Scream Whole MGMT - Me And Michael MGMT - When You Die MID CITY - Old Habits Middle Kids - On My Knees Miya Folick - Stop Talking MØ - Blur Montaigne - For Your Love Muse - Thought Contagion Nicole Millar - Gimme A Break Nine Inch Nails - God Break Down The Door Nothing But Thieves - Forever & Ever More Nothing But Thieves - Take This Lonely Heart Nyxen - In The City Ocean Alley - Corduroy Ocean Sleeper - Save Me Odette - Take It To The Heart Olympia - Star City Parcels - Withorwithout Parkway Drive - Chronos Parkway Drive - The Void Peking Duk - Fire Petit Biscuit - Suffer {Ft. SKOTT} Phantastic Ferniture - Gap Year Polish Club - Clarity Pom Poko - My Blood Post Malone - Better Now Post Malone & Swae Lee - Sunflower Press Club - Suburbia Rich Brian - watch out! Riton & Kah-Lo - Fake ID Robert DeLong - Favorite Color Is Blue {Ft. K.Flay} Rubens, The - Casper Rubens, The - Freakout Rubens, The - God Forgot Rubens, The - Never Ever {Ft. Sarah} Ruby Fields - Dinosaurs Ruby Fields - Ritalin Ruel Dazed & Confused {Prod. M-Phazes} RÜFÜS DU SOL - Treat You Better SAFIA - Freakin' Out Samsaruh - The Beginning Sarah Blasko - A Shot ShockOne - Bleed Black {Ft. Cruz Patterson} Skegss - Smogged Out Skegss - Up In The Clouds Sloan Peterson - New Direction Slowly Slowly - Alchemy Slowly Slowly - Ten Leaf Clover SOPHIE - Immaterial Stand Atlantic - Lavender Bones Stand Atlantic - Lost My Cool Stand Atlantic - Skinny Dipping Steady Holiday - Nobody's Watching Stevie Jean - Estranged Story So Far, The - Let It Go Superorganism - Everybody Wants To Be Famous Superorganism - SPRORGNSM Superorganism - The Prawn Song Tapestry - Dark Shade Tash Sultana - Harvest Love The Gooch Palms - Summertime The Story So Far - Upside Down Thelma Plum - Clumsy Love Thrice - The Grey Tia Gostelow - Strangers {Ft. LANKS} Tiny Little Houses - Drag Me Tiny Little Houses - Team Player Tonight Alive - Book Of Love Tonight Alive - Crack My Heart Tonight Alive - Disappear {Ft. Lynn Gunn} TOTTY - Uncomfortable Towkio - Symphony {Ft. Teddy Jackson} Trophy Eyes - Friday Forever Trophy Eyes - More Like You Trophy Eyes - Something Bigger Than This Trophy Eyes - You Can Count On Me Two People - In The Garden WAAX - Labrador Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar, The - Pray For Me West Thebarton - Stuck On You Wombats, The - Cheetah Tongue Wombats, The - Lethal Combination Wombats, The - Turn World Champion - Gun Young Thug - High {Ft. Elton John} YUNGBLUD - 21st Century Liability YUNGBLUD - Polygraph Eyes YUNGBLUD - Psychotic Kids ZHU - Stormy Love, NM. {Ft. JOY.}



	2018.11.02 16.34 Wolfenoot... During a pre-Halloween conversation teetering on drunkeness, Jax suggested a trip. 'Do you think four days is enough time to see Japan?' he asked. With a (debatable) long weekend approaching, he was considering a whirlwind trip. I state my doubt that four days was sufficient to see even Tokyo, but also that I would join him if he decided on going. As our bottle emptied, other desitinations were suggested, including Singapore. I recalled my parents telling me they'd walked from one end of Sentosa Island to the other within an hour. Surely, with that trivia in mind, that would make four days ample time to explore the island. We ordered pizza and watched Suspiria for the first time, though my mind must have been elsewhere, because I couldn't even begin to explain the plot today. When I reaised the trip idea again this week as a more pressing issue, if it were to proceed, Jax seemed confused. He checked the calendar app on his phone. 'Oh,' he said, still studying the results on the screen. He had lost track of the proposed dates, and had not realised that next week is the one featuring a public holiday. (Considering the minor nature of the holiday, and that so much alcohol was consumed during the initial conversation that he had repeatedly spilled whiskey onto my couch, I shouldn't have been surprised.) Nevertheless, the fact remained that neither of us had plans for the weekend. During my lunchbreak on Halloween, I flipped open a few travel websites, but found prices to be quite high - particularly for Japan, where flight times and durations also meant that the four-day trip would barely include two at the destination. Jax had apparently undertaken the same investigation, and we exchanged some emails. Watching for Trick-or-Treaters from my balcony that evening, I plotted a budget alternative: A train ride to Ballarat, where one can stay at what is allegedly Australia's most haunted hotel. The trip would come in at under a hundred dollars. The hotel even plays host to an impressive and diverse line up of live music most nights of the week. By morning - yesterday - the last-minute booking market had softened considerably. By the time I'd sent Jax my haunted hotel itinerary, he'd identified a very reasonable rate at a hotel in the midst of Sentosa's casino and bar district. This lead me to find an incredibly cheap airfare for a flight from Changi to Tullamarine. Before lunch, we had found flights to Singapore, and were booked to travel. Now I am en-route to the airport, leaving the conference I've been organising full-time for the past month or two to deal with itself for a few days, and hopeful the the stormy weather I'm expecting to fly in to won't cause any of Universal Studio's rollercoasters to close.



	2018.01.22 00.46 finalList 2017 Alex Lahey - I Haven't Been Taking Care Of Myself Bec Sandridge - I'll Never Want A BF Endless Heights - Come A Little Closer Goat Girl - Cracker Drool Kira Puru - Tension MISSIO - Middle Fingers Nothing But Thieves - Amsterdam Planet - Aching Dream Samsaruh - Beautiful Killer Sløtface - Pitted



	2018.01.02 23.50 shortList 2017... (Sandy) Alex G - Proud A. Swayze & The Ghosts - ICU Active Bird Community - Newbie Ainslie Wills - Running Second Airways - Reckless Tongue Albert Salt - Glass Plains Alex Cameron - Stranger's Kiss {Ft. Angel Olsen} Alex Cameron - Runnin' Outta Luck Alex Lahey - Torn {triple j Like A Version 2017} Alex Lahey - I Haven't Been Taking Care Of Myself Alex Lahey - I Love You Like A Brother Alex Lahey - Perth Traumatic Stress Disorder Alex Lahey - I Want U Alex The Astronaut - Not Worth Hiding Algiers - The Underside Of Power Ali Barter - Cigarette Ali Barter - One Foot In Allan Rayman - 13 Allday - In Motion {Ft. Japanese Wallpaper} alt-J - 3WW alt-J - In Cold Blood Alvvays - In Undertow Amber Mark - Lose My Cool Aminé - REDMERCEDES Aminé - Spice Girl Amir Obè - Wish You Well Amy Shark - Drive You Mad Amy Shark - Blood Brothers Anatole - Outgrown {Ft. Tom Iansek} Angie McMahon - Slow Mover Angus & Julia Stone - Chateau Angus & Julia Stone - Baudelaire Anna Of The North - Someone Apakatjah - The Dead Heart Arcade Fire - Everything Now Arcade Fire - Electric Blue Arlie - Didya Think Asgeir - Afterglow Asgeir - Dreaming AURORA - Teardrop {triple j Like A Version 2017} Ayla - Shallow End Babaganouj - Star Babe Rainbow, The - Peace Blossom Boogy BADBADNOTGOOD - God Only Knows Baker Boy - Marryuna {Ft. Yirrmal} Ball Park Music - Exactly How You Are BATTS - For Now Beaches - Void Beautiful Monument, The - Manifestation Bec Sandridge - I'll Never Want A BF Beck - Dear Life Beck - Up All Night Belle Haven - "Selfmade" Belligerents, The - Science Fiction Ben Wright Smith - Hellion Heeled Bennies, The - Get High Like An Angel Bernard Fanning - Isn't It A Pity Betty & Oswald - Figure It Out Big Moon, The - Formidable Big Scary - Come As You Are {triple j Like A Version 2017} Big Shaq - Man's Not Hot Billy Davis - Goldfish {Ft. Denzel Curry} Bishop Briggs - Dream Black Lips - Can't Hold On Black Summer - Young Like Me {Ft. Lowell} Blaze, The - Juvenile Bleachers - Don't Take The Money Bleachers - I Miss Those Days Blink-182 - Parking Lot Bliss N Eso - Friend Like You {Ft. Lee Fields} Bloods - Bug Eyes Boom Tish - Hello, How Are You BØRNS - Faded Heart Brand New - Can't Get It Out British India - Precious British India - My Love BROCKHAMPTON - QUEER BROCKHAMPTON - SWEET BROCKHAMPTON - SUMMER Cameron Avery - Wasted On Fidelity Camp Cope - Footscray Station Car Seat Headrest - War Is Coming (If You Want It) Cayetana - Mesa Chase City - A-N-X-T Cherry Glazerr - Nuclear Bomb Circa Waves - Stuck City Calm Down - Blood Cloud Control - Zone (This Is How It Feels) Cloud Control - Treetops Cloves - California Numb Clovr - Cold {Ft. Amela} Coin Banks - Be Real {Ft. Atom/Danny Martin} Coin Banks - Forgive Us {Ft. The WAAPA Gospel Choir} Cold War Kids - Love Is Mystical Confidence Man - Bubblegum Confidence Man - Better Sit Down Boy Cousin Tony's Brand New Firebird - Morning Person Crepes - Sexyland Crepes - Mild Conversation Cut Copy - Black Rainbows Cyhi The Prynce - Nu Africa Dan Croll - Away From Today Daniele Luppi & Parquet Courts - Talisa {Ft. Karen O} Day Wave - Something Here Dead Love, The - Sugarcoat Deafcult - Rubix Dean Lewis - Lose My Mind Death From Above - Freeze Me Diet Cig - Barf Day Districts, The - Ordinary Day Districts, The - If Before I Wake Django Django - Tic Tac Toe DOPE LEMON - Home Soon Drake - Madiba Riddim Drake - Signs Dream Rimmy - Oxygen Dream Wife - Fire Drug Church - Weed Pin Drums, The - Blood Under My Belt Drunk Mums - Hot Flush Dude York - Love Is Dumb Punts - Got It Good Dune Rats - Like Before Dustin Tebbutt - Atlas In Your Eye (For Jasper Jones) DZ Deathrays - Shred For Summer E^ST - Life Goes On Ecca Vandal - Broke Days, Party Nights Ecca Vandal - Future Heroine Ecca Vandal - Closing Ceremony Ecca Vandal - Cold Of The World Ecca Vandal - Price Of Living {Ft. Dennis Lyxzén & Jason Aalon Butler} Eilish Gilligan - The Feeling Electric Guest - Back For Me Eliza & The Delusionals - Falling Out Elk Road - Pressure {Ft. Timberwolf} ELKI - Beautiful Mess Emily Wurramara - Black Boy Empire Of The Sun - On Our Way Home Empress Of - Go To Hell Endless Heights - Pray I Fade Endless Heights - Come A Little Closer Evan Klar - Deepest Creatures Everything Everything - Big Game Everything Everything - Good Shot, Good Soldier Everything Everything - Ivory Tower Everything Is Recorded - Close But Not Quite {Ft. Sampha} Ezra Furman - Love You So Bad Father John Misty - Ballad Of The Dying Man Fazerdaze - Misread Feelds - Colourblind Fiction Writer - No Rumour Fifth Dawn - Pressure Fletcher Gull - Light Up Flowertruck - Dying To Hear Foo Fighters - Run Food Court - Not My Way Fountaineer - Sirens (Parts 1 & 2) Franz Ferdinand - Always Ascending Future - Incredible Gang Of Youths - Fear And Trembling Gang Of Youths - Achilles Come Down Gang Of Youths - The Heart Is A Muscle Gang Of Youths - Our Time Is Short Gang Of Youths - Atlas Drowned George Maple - Hero George Maple - Everybody Here Wants You Girlpool - 123 Goat Girl - Cracker Drool Gorillaz - Andromeda {Ft. D.R.A.M.} Gothic Tropic - Stronger Green Buzzard - Dream In/Out Greta Stanley - When January Comes Gretta Ray - Towers Grizzly Bear - Four Cypresses HAIM - Want You Back Hands Like Houses - Drift Hatchie - Sure Hayden Calnin - Collision Heaps Good Friends - I Could Eat A Full Packet Of Yo Yo's Highasakite - 5 Million Miles Hockey Dad - Homely Feeling Holy Holy - True Lovers Horrors, The - Machine Horrors, The - Something To Remember Me By Hot Spoke - Calm Down Househats - All Together Human Buoy - 200 Days Husky - Ghost iLoveMakonnen - Love {Ft. Rae Sremmurd} In Hearts Wake - Passage Introvert - December IV League - Change My Mind Jack Ladder & The Dreamlanders - Susan Jack River - Fault Line Jackie Onassis - Palo Alto Jade Imagine - You And I Jai Wolf - Starlight {Ft. Mr Gabriel} Jamiroquai - Automaton Jay Som - 1 Billion Dogs JAY-Z - The Story Of O.J. Jens Lekman - What's That Perfume You Wear? Jeremy Neale - Small Talk {Ft. Pool Shop} Jess Locke - Dangerous Joey Bada$$ - ROCKABYE BABY {Ft. ScHoolboy Q} Julien Baker - Appointments Jungle Giants, The - Waiting For A Sign K.Flay - Giver K21 - Rider {Ft. Rhymefest} {Prod. Jayteehazard} Kacy Hill - Hard To Love Kardajala Kirridarra - Two Worlds Collide Kasabian - You're In Love With A Psycho Kasabian - Bless This Acid House Kele Okereke - Streets Been Talkin' Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE. Khalid - American Teen Khalid - Young Dumb & Broke Killers, The - The Man Killers, The - Run For Cover Killers, The - The Calling Killers, The - Tyson Vs Douglas Kim Churchill - Breakneck Speed Kim Churchill - Second Hand Car Kimbra - Top Of The World King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Billabong Valley King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Melting King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Open Water King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Lord Of Lightning King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Crumbling Castle King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard & The Mild High Club - Rolling Stoned King Krule - Czech One King Krule - Logos King Nun - Hung Around Kingswood - Atmosphere Kira Puru - Tension Kirin J Callinan - Bravado Kita Alexander - Hotel Kite String Tangle, The - Selfish Kooks, The - Be Who You Are Lakyn - West Lana Del Rey - Love Lana Del Rey - Summer Bummer {Ft. A$AP Rocky/Playboi Carti} Lance Ferguson & One Above - Back To You {Ft. EMRSN & Mosé} LANKS - My Own Mystery {Ft. Ngaiire} LCD Soundsystem - american dream Le Pie - Go Unsteady Lea Porcelain - Bones Lil Yachty - Forever Young {Ft. Diplo} Liza Anne - Paranoia Logic - Killing Spree {Ft. Ansel Elgort} London Grammar - Hell To The Liars London O'Connor - Guts Lorde - Green Light Lorde - Sober Lorde - Supercut Love Junkies, The - Past Intense LPX - Slide Lulu Raes, The - Fake It Mac DeMarco - This Old Dog Mac DeMarco - One More Love Song Macklemore - Marmalade {Ft. Lil Yachty} Majora - Aphotic Make Them Suffer - Uncharted Mallrat - Better Marika Hackman - Boyfriend Marilyn Manson - KILL4ME Marmozets - Habits Meg Mac - Grace Gold Meg Mac - Cages Methyl Ethel - Ubu Methyl Ethel - L'Heure des Sorcières Metro Boomin - No Complaints {Ft. Offset/Drake} MGMT - Little Dark Age Mikhael Paskalev - Shotgun Milky Chance - Blossom Milky Chance - Firebird Milky Chance - Bad Things {Ft. Izzy Bizu} MISSIO - Middle Fingers Miya Folick - Trouble Adjusting Moody Beach - All I Do Moon Brain - Pliskin Movements - Colorblind Muncie Girls - Respect Muse - Dig Down N.E.R.D. & Future - 1000 Nicole Millar - Blindfolded Nick Murphy - Medication Nine Inch Nails - Less Than Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds - Holy Mountain Northlane - Anthem For The Year 2000 Nothing But Thieves - Amsterdam Nothing But Thieves - I'm Not Made By Design Ocean Alley - Overgrown Orielles, The - Sugar Tastes Like Salt Pale White, The - Reaction Partner - Everybody Knows Partner - Play The Field Planet - Aching Dream PLTS - Spill Polish Club - Divided Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still Presets, The - Do What You Want Pumarosa - My Gruesome Loving Friend Queens Of The Stone Age - The Way You Used To Do Queens Of The Stone Age - Fortress Rise Against - The Violence Robinson - Don't You Forget About Me Royal Blood - Lights Out Royal Blood - Look Like You Know Rubens, The - Million Man Ruby Fields - P Plates Run The Jewels - Thieves! (Screamed The Ghost) {Ft. Tunde Adebimpe} Samsaruh - Beautiful Killer San Cisco - Kids Are Cool Sarah Blasko - Phantom Saskwatch - Renoir Screaming Females - Black Moon Self Talk - Bedside Dictionary Skegss - Got On My Skateboard Sloan Peterson - Rats Sløtface - Magazine Sløtface - Nancy Drew Sløtface - Pitted Sløtface - Galaxies Slowly Slowly - Aliens SOHN - Rennen Sorority Noise - No Halo Soulwax - Missing Wires Spit Syndicate - Houdini Spoon - Hot Thoughts Spoon - Can I Sit Next To You St. Vincent - Los Ageless Starcrawler - I Love LA Statik Selektah - Put Jewels On It {Ft. Run The Jewels} Stella Donnelly - Mechanical Bull Stella Donnelly - Boys Will Be Boys Steve Lacy - Dark Red Sufis - Anymore Superorganism - Something For Your M.I.N.D. Sweater Curse - Fell Asleep SZA - Broken Clocks Taj Ralph - Undone Tame Impala - List Of People (To Try And Forget About) Thrupence - Conversations {Ft. Edward Vanzet} Tia Gostelow - Hunger Tigers Jaw - Escape Plan Timberwolf - Íkaros Tiny Little Houses - Entitled Generation Tired Lion - Fresh Tired Lion - Dumb Days TOKiMONSTA - Don't Call Me {Ft. Yuna} Tom West - Prescription For Reality Tonight Alive - Temple Tove Styrke - Say My Name Towkio - Drift Trophy Eyes - Hurt UNIIQU3 - Trunk {Ft. Yungkiid} Vera Blue - Regular Touch Vic Mensa - OMG {Ft. Pusha T} Voyager - Ghost Mile WAAX - Wild & Weak Wavves - Animal West Thebarton - Bible Camp Wild Ones - Paresthesia Willow Beats - Be Kind To Yourself Winston Surfshirt - On A Lock Wolf Alice - Don't Delete The Kisses Wolf Alice - Formidable Cool Wombats, The - Lemon To A Knife Fight Worriers - The Possibility Wu-Tang Clan - People Say {Ft. Redman} xx, The - A Violent Noise xx, The - I Dare You yaeji - raingurl Yon Yonson - This Evening Yoste - Moon Yung Lean - Hunting My Own Skin Yungblud - I Love You, Will You Marry Me Zefereli - Fake Happiness



	2017.11.08 21.01 Ten Speed... I hold certain beliefs, which could probably be described as religious or more broadly spiritual, although I rarely think to define them in such ways. To me they are just some expectations that lay beneath more concious thoughts... Forces that seem likely to exist. They aren't really something that can be proven, but that is a part of why they are, and the reason why actual religions are described using words like 'faith.' I don't often think about these forces although I am sometimes aware of how they drive my responses to different stimuli, usually when people point out that I am behaving oddly. Usually at moments that could be described as extreme landmarks in our timelines. I started a new job last week, though not one I hope to keep for much longer. It was the week of Halloween, and the first one celebrated in my house, so many of those memorable milestones existed already. On top of that, my former colleagues contacted me, proposing a reunion of sorts. We'd been calling and missing each other for the months since I returned from the boat trip, but a public holiday seemed a good excuse for the event to finally happen. A lunch was suggested, without needing to specify that drinks would be plentiful. I stated my availability, and it was agreed that those still at the company would discuss further arrangements on Monday at work for the Tuesday holiday. I didn't hear anything further, and left a couple of messages. I guessed that they were swamped with work, and possibly even forced to work the public holiday, as we had precisely one year ago. This morning, while I was at my new job, my phone rang. I saw the name on the screen, Paulo, and smiled to myself. An explanation, perhaps, for the lack yesterday's lunch. The call seemed routine. Familiar, even. 'How's it going?' The same greeting which I had heard from him for all the years of the tradition under which we were the two staff in the office who started early with the improbable goal of finishing early, and one which extended to the times when we started early by the crushing necessity of workload, when the response inevitably became 'Just doing the needful.' But, despite the harshening situation, the company was always appreciated. The conversation, even his tone, were the same as all those mornings. He explained that it wasn't work that had disrupted the intended plans for Tuesday, but each team member having a big Sunday and feeling disinclined to do any kind of needful. I smiled again, maybe recalling familiar Mondays with those people. Then. 'Well, I haven't called with good news.' Thoughts flipped through my mind of things that could be considered bad. During our time working together, we'd shared bad news. Resignations, contracts lost, too many redundancies to count. I also wondered why he would be sharing these with me. Then he said, in that same usual tone, that Bryce had passed away over night. It was so far from anything I'd expected. I asked if it was his heart condition, and Paulo said that he believed so. Several months ago, Bryce had been found collapsed in the office he was working in, away from the CBD or any other sites with the rest of us. He was rushed to hospital, and after some time off, returned his usual self, with explanations of a heart condition that was still being investigated by doctors. I asked Paulo how he was, and he said he was okay, though he planned to call Angela after me. I asked about the rest of the team, and was given mid-range assurances. I didn't really know what else to say, so we said goodbye, and oddly agreed that it would be strange to be catching up at a funeral. I continued with work, and felt like I got a lot done. I left early - the new job was described to me as around two days per week, though it seems more practical to the workload to do more frequent, short days - and was surprised to find on the way home thoughts slamming into me of Bryce. I was listening to Ozma's Pasadena, and I thought about how, although Bryce was anything but a fighter, he would definitely be against The Darkness, then realised these were the rambling thoughts of the grieving. I did concede, when I realised Motorology... would play soon, that it would have inspired a debate about the merits and practicality of time travel with Bryce, and I smiled, and it lead me to thinking of some of those amazing late-night-style debates and discussions we had either at the middle of the night or a quick lunch break. I felt sorry we wouldn't have more. Other thoughts crept into my mind, thoughts of resentment - of how much he deserved to do amazing things, design innovative houses, and how maybe he was held back from doing so in some way - to a kind of stubborness, a feeling of wanting to rebel against some reality despite the impossibility. I suppose this is grieving, I've just never had to do it before. I shouldn't be surprised though. Bryce was someone I admire immensely. Professionally, he set the benchmark of how I, and my colleagues, wanted to be. I get the feeling he knew it, though would never have stated it himself or held it against anyone, instead chosing to impart his knowledge in a way completely free of judgement. Personally, I just always enjoyed being in his company. He had no problem with anyone taking his time purely to dwell on the wonder of his mind, to help work through a challenge. It was enjoyable, even, to take problems to him to work through. With Bryce, the expression 'Getting there is half the fun' (which I may be misquoting) was usually true. We literally travelled the world together. We pondered the big dilemmas, played giant Jenga, co-facilitated, climbed into a volcano and robbed a casino. Bryce was my colleague, my mentor, my friend. I'm feeling grateful for the weird series of coincidences that saw us meet and then work closely together, and sorry that I, nor anyone else, will have the opportunity to do so again.



	2017.07.27 07.21 Feet, Don't Fail Me Now... My usual modus operandi is to not sleep on flights. The one time I did, I ended up like Lil Wayne. For this trip though, I planned to sleep. The plane from Melbourne to Doha had an impressive selection of movies, but I watched only the new Deathnote between naps. Our flight from Doha was delayed, but I'd lost track of time and didn't notice. The view during takeoff was unlike any I'd ever seen before: arid stretches of desert punctuated by the construction of luxury towers and oceans spotted with artificial islands carved into intricate shapes. It was much different to the green pastures that awaited when we landed in Budapest. In the long wait at Hungarian immigration, Poppa wondered aloud how he would recognise his nephew Zoli. He mentioned that it had been quite some time since they'd seen one another, and I thought that seemed like something of a problem. As it turned out, they found each other easily, but poor Zoli had been waiting since 11am, and it was now well after 1pm. The trip from the airport to the home of Zoli and his family felt like a long way out of the city. On the way, a fleet of helicopters flew overhead in formation. No one in the car was able to understand my questions about where the helicopters might be going or doing. The house was the kind of collection of mezzanines and sunken living areas that I love. Up the teak stairs without rails, I was shown to a room belonging to Zoli and his wife's eldest son, who has apparently moved out. I was greeted there by a shelf with a machine gun. I slept a lot. I suppose I was still recovering from the interrupted sleeps of Splendour and the flights, and it was good to be sleeping in a bed for the first time. In the morning I met Zoli's son, also named Zoli. He'd apparently offered to escort me into the city, though I said that directions to the train station would be sufficient. Still, his company helped me into the city, and when I bought him lunch, he introduced me to a local beer, Dreher, which I liked a lot. I'm not big beer drinker, but I did enjoy drinking that big beer. After lunch, Zoli left for work. I hoped that he had actually offered to show me around and that Poppa hadn't insisted upon it. I checked into the Hotel Budapest. It is a round tower, not unlike the Saville in South Yarra, and about as grand. Its guest information hilariously stated 'contrary to the urban legend, the rooms of Hotel Budapest are not shaped like slices of cake...' It is luckily conveniently located to a Metro station, so getting around should prove no problem, although after arriving in town, I got around on foot instead. I mainly used the day to familiarise myself with my location, and ensure I would know where to go for my tour in the evening. It was around 35 degrees during the day, so after trekking across the city, I wanted a shower before my evening's adventures. It was while resting at the hotel that I witnessed an incredible storm above the mountains visible from my tenth-floor room. Whilst impressive, I hoped it would pass before I needed to head back to the Zero Kilometer Stone for my tour. When the time rolled around, it was still a little wet, so for the first time in my life, I borrowed a hotel umbrella and started walking toward the Stone. I'd allowed plenty of time, and hadn't eaten since lunch, so I stopped into a bar overlooking the round-about and ordered lángos, and also ordered a Unicum cocktail - the first time I've ever enjoyed the herbal-mediciny spirit. The guide, Fanni, arrived at the square carrying her lantern as promised, and was less vampiric perhaps than advertising for her Vampire History tour suggested. I enjoyed the castle tour though, and Fanni's combination of what would be fodder for the Horrible Histories show as well as tales of folklore and true vampire stories. Plus, despite the rain, the castle by night was amazing. During the tour, Fanni pointed out what looked like a well, but was actually a portal into the labyrinth beneath the castle. I asked about the closure of the labyrinth, and Fanni gave me a tip about an entrance, which I took note of for today. Hopefully I'll be able to find it.



	2017.06.14 23.59 Gary Glitter... As I stumbled out into the hipster streets, I thought it would be easy for people to think I've missed this career for the lifestyle. It's true, I'd felt like going home when I had my name ticked off the media guestlist. I was somewhat intoxicated, and I'd made the most of the antipasto in the private bar before the event. I recalled the lifestyle, certainly - starting work in a pub at midday, evenings on duty in lobbies and bars - but as the thought crossed my mind, 'It's good to be back,' what I was thinking of was purely work. How could I create an honest review, whether positive or negative (and my feeling at the time was that it could go either way,) whilst still crafting enjoyable content? That was my job before. It wasn't lucrative, but I enjoyed it. Perhaps now, I can enjoy it again. On Tuesday, May 16, I submitted my notice of resignation, giving my final date of employment as June 30. For the following week, I kept running into my new manager, Chris. He kept telling me that we needed to talk, and I promised that we could, when I had time, or after hours. It wasn't until over a week later that I was available for a few minutes. I was asked to stay. I was asked what I need to be given to stay. I can admit that I was surprised to be asked, but also satisfied with my autonomous respose - that I would only need everything that I have been requesting for the past two years: the minimum resources required to do my job to even an adaquate standard. During that meeting, I was promised that everything would be done to make those requests a reality. The CEO and other stakeholders were called. I responded that those improvements would be wonderfully beneficial to my antecendents... so I suppose my answer was moot. I would not stay somewhere where it takes one's resignation to be provided with a notebook, pens, and space to work. It was nice after months of 12, 13, 14, and a few 22 hour shifts, to spend an evening going to a different type of work, the kind I enjoy. It might have only been a one-night deal, but it was good. The show - a premiere of a web-series - wasn't exactly my cup of tea. I'll need to consider it in context though. As Marshall McLuhan said, the medium is the message, and this was a medium which fascinates me. I'll need to consider the work in its original context before writing. At the station, I discovered that trains were cancelled. Signage to the arranged alternative transport seemed to assume prior geographical knowledge, but all I knew was that I was somewhere near where I bought breakfast after Angela's birthday party. After a lucrative detour to a gaming lounge, I found my bearings when I spotted the Brunswick Hotel. I knew that the tram route with a stop outside would lead to the city, but a glance along Sydney Road revealed no tram in sight. Live music was playing inside the Brunny, so I headed towards the entrance. A group of people seemed to be debriefing outside, and I was shuffling past them to the door when a large man speaking on a mobile phone grabbed me by the shoulder. I assumed I was being refused entry - perhaps my intoxication was more evident than I realised - but the man's arm moved from my shoulder to wrap around me for a hug. I looked up into his face and recognised that it wasn't a bouncer, but Adam. I hadn't seen him in at least six months, but maybe closer to a year, and I'd been postponing returning his telephone call for over a month, knowing it would lead to a long conversation during a time when my hours between work were limited and generally dedicated to essential and limited sleep. So I spent longer than I had planned with him and his friends. With them, I praised, rather than heckled, a few dreamy guitar boys, each of whom wore his heard on his sleeve and his influences on his setlist. Both of them were undeservedly self-depricating in their banter, but this was perhaps fueled by the fact that the group I had joined were only half-watching, seated directly beneath the stage,and at similar stages of intoxication as myself. All of this, in hindsight, was probably causing us to speak at a higher volume than neccessary during an acoustic performance. We probably also did nothing to encourage the following performer by starting to leave right when his act was annuonced, but it was getting late and we all hail from the suburbs. The act was a rapper with an indeterminate yet charming accent rhyming over a backing tape reminiscent of the New York rap of the 1990s. Part-way through his first song, he demanded that the music be halted so that he could restart, though we had noticed no fault. We were leaving by that time though, so didn't get to see the song in full. It couldn't have been long, because it seemed like only a couple of minutes later that the rapper joined me on the tram I'd boarded outside the pub. I asked him about the restart, and he told me that he needed to correct a mistake. 'No, you should have rolled with it!' I told him. 'You sounded great there at the start.' He seemed disappointed, like he didn't agree. I asked how the rest of his set went, and was told quietly that it wasn't good. I asked if he ever went to dedicated freestyle nights, but the rapper told me that he needed a lot of practice before he tried that. I told him to keep it up, that he sounded on the right track. He thanked me quietly, but didn't say much else, which I took to mean he wanted to be alone. It is equally as likely that I was still speaking loudly and he simply hoped to avoid encouraging me, or that I would not draw attention to him. Either way, I went to a different seat and opened my notebook to pen some thoughts on the series premiere. I suppose I won't be getting far on that though, since I've ended up writing this entry instead.



	2017.01.22 22.32 finalList 2016... Amy Shark - Adore Avalanches, The - Frankie Sinatra Ball Park Music - Whipping Boy Cub Sport - Come On Mess Me Up Hellions - Nightliner Rhapsody M83 - Do It, Try It Midnight To Monaco - One In A Million Miike Snow - Genghis Khan Sløtface - Take Me Dancing Weeknd, The - Starboy {Ft. Daft Punk}



	2017.01.18 09.30 shortList 2016... A Day To Remember - Paranoia A Day To Remember - Bullfight A Tribe Called Quest - Solid Wall Of Sound A.B. Original - 2 Black 2 Strong A.B. Original - Take Me Home {Ft. Gurrumul} A.B. Original - January 26 {Ft. Dan Sultan} Abbe May - Doomsday Clock Action Bronson, Mark Ronson & Dan Auerbach - Standing In The Rain Against Me! - 333 Alex Cameron - The Comeback Alex Lahey - Let's Go Out Alex The Astronaut - Already Home Alex The Kid - Vinyls Alexandra Savior - Shades Ali Barter - Girlie Bits All Our Exes Live In Texas - The Devil's Part ALTA - Unbelievable AlunaGeorge - Not Above Love Amber Mark - Monsoon {Ft. Mia Mark} Amity Affliction, The - This Could Be Heartbreak Amity Affliction, The - Nightmare Amity Affliction, The - Tearing Me Apart Amy Shark - Adore Amy Shark - Miss You Love {triple j Like A Version 2016} Anderson .Paak - Put Me Thru Angel Olsen - Shut Up Kiss Me Anne-Marie - Alarm Apothek - Waiting For The Thunder Architects - Gone With The Wind Arthur Beatrice - Since We Were Kids Artificial Pleasure - I'll Make It Worth Your While Atmosphere - Salma Hayek AURORA - Warrior Avalanches, The - Frankie Sinatra Avalanches, The - Subways Avalanches, The - The Noisy Eater Avalanches, The - The Wozard Of Iz Baauer - Day Ones {Ft. Novelist/Leikeli47} Babaganouj - Sorry BABYMETAL - Karate Ball Park Music - Whipping Boy Ball Park Music - Pariah Ball Park Music - Peppy Banks - Gemini Feed Banks - Lovesick Banks - This Is Not About Us Banks & Steelz - Love & War {Ft. Ghostface Killah} Basement - Aquasun Basement - Oversized Basement - Promise Everything Bear's Den - Auld Wives Beautiful Monument, The - Disorder Bec Sandridge - You're A Fucking Joke Beck - Wow Bennies, The - Legalise (But Don't Tax) Beyoncé - 6 Inch {Ft. The Weeknd} Big Scary - Oxygen Birds Of Tokyo - Brace Birds Of Tokyo - Harlequins Birds Of Tokyo - Gods Birds Of Tokyo - Catastrophe Bleached - Wednesday Night Melody Blink-182 - Bored To Death Blink-182 - Los Angeles Bloc Party - Stunt Queen Bob Evans - Matterfact Brendan Maclean - Hugs Not Drugs (Or Both) British India - I Thought We Knew Each Other Broods - Free Cage The Elephant - Trouble Canary - Chameleon Castlecomer - Escapism Cat Empire, The - Bulls Ceres - Choke Ceres - 91, Your House Childish Gambino - Redbone Chvrches - Warning Call (Theme from Mirror's Edge Catalyst} Chvrches - Bury It {Ft. Hayley Williams} Chymes - Grow Citizen Kay - Brickhouse/Uptown Funk {triple j Like A Version 2016} Client Liaison - Off White Limousine cln - Owls Coda Chroma - Ones & Ohs Columbus - Say What You Want Confidence Man - Boyfriend (Repeat) Courtney Barnett - New Speedway Boogie Crepes - Hidden Star Crystal Castles - Fleece Cub Sport - Come On Mess Me Up D.D Dumbo - King Franco Picasso D.R.A.M. - Misunderstood {Ft. Young Thug} Daughter - No Care David Bowie - Lazarus David Bowie - Blackstar DBFC - Autonomic Deadmau5 - Snowcone Deap Vally - Gonnawanna Declan McKenna - Paracetamol Declan McKenna - Isombard Deep Sea Arcade - Learning To Fly Desiigner - Panda Desiigner - Tiimmy Turner Dillinger Escape Plan, The - Symptom Of Terminal Illness Dillon Francis - Candy {Ft. Snappy Jit} DMA'S - Step Up The Morphine DMA's - Believe {triple j Like A Version 2016} Dorsal Fins - Sedated Drapht - Frankie Sinatra {triple j Like A Version 2016} Dream On Dreamer - Stay Drugdealer - Suddenly {Ft. Weyes Blood} Ecca Vandal - Divided EDEN - Sex Eliot Sumner - Firewood Elizabeth Rose - Playing With Fire {Ft. Remi} Emma Louise - Colours Empire Of The Sun - High And Low Empire Of The Sun - Digital Life Fakear - Silver {Ft. Rae Morris} Feki - You Got Me {Ft. Dom Vino} Felix Riebl - Shadows Fil Bo Riva - Like Eye Did Florence + The Machine - Too Much Is Never Enough Flume - You Know {Ft. Allan Kingdom/Raekwon} Francis And The Lights - See Her Out Frank Ocean - Nikes Frank Ocean - Pink + White Frank Ocean - Solo Frank Ocean - Nights Frank Ocean - White Ferrari From Oslo - No Sound Gabriella Cohen - Alien Anthem Gang Of Youths - Strange Diseases Ghost - Square Hammer Glass Animals - Life Itself Glass Animals - Mama's Gun Glass Animals - The Other Side Of Paradise Glass Animals - Cane Shuga Golden Age Of Ballooning - So They Say Gordi - Wanting Green Buzzard - Do You Ever Glow? Grenadiers - Live Fast, Diabetes Grouplove - Welcome To Your Life Grouplove - Do You Love Someone Hands Like Houses - Colourblind Hands Like Houses - Don't Speak {triple j Like A Version 2016} Harts - Fear In Me Harts - Hope Hayden Calnin - Caution Cares Hellions - Quality Of Life Hellions - 24 Hellions - Thresher Hellions - Nightliner Rhapsody Hellions - 25 Highasakite - Someone Who'll Get It Highasakite - Samurai Swords Hilltop Hoods - 1955 {Ft. Montaigne/Tom Thum} Hockey Dad - Malibu {triple j Like A Version} Holy Holy - Darwinism Honeyblood - Sea Hearts How To Dress Well - Lost Youth / Lost You Hudson Mohawke - Play N Go Illa J - Spiders Illy - Hazard To Myself {Ft. Sir The Baptist} Infinity Ink - Full Capacity INHEAVEN - Baby's Alright INHEAVEN - Treats Introvert - Everything Is Different Now IV League - Bleached Jack Garratt - Fire Jagwar Ma - Slipping Jake Bugg - Gimme The Love James Blake - Radio Silence Jamie T - Tescoland Jarrow - $$ Spoilers $$ Jarryd James - 1000x {Ft. Broods} Jezabels, The - Unnatural Joey Purp - Girls @ {Ft. Chance The Rapper} JP Moregun - Street Signs K.Flay - Blood In The Cut Kacy Hill - Lion Kanye West - Famous Katy Steele - It Ain't Me Kaytranada - One Too Many {Ft. Phonte} Kendrick Lamar - untitled 08 09.06.2014. Kills, The - Doing It To Death King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Gamma Knife King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Rattlesnake Kingfisha - Left It Kita Alexander - Damage Done Korn - Rotting In Vain Kuren - Home {Ft. Ben Alessi} Ladyhawke - A Love Song Last Shadow Puppets, The - Dracula Teeth Last Shadow Puppets, The - Everything You've Come To Expect Last Shadow Puppets, The - Sweet Dreams, TN LAZERTITS - Boss Bitch Le Pie - Up All Night Lemaitre - We Got U {Ft. 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Anderson .Paak/Idris Elba} Maids - Girl Power Make Them Suffer - Ether MANU CROOK$ - EVERYDAY Margaret Glaspy - You And I Matt Corby - Belly Side Up Methyl Ethel - Cry Me A River {triple j Like A Version 2016} Methyl Ethel - No. 28 Mezko - Everyone Mickey Kojak - Move Too Fast Miike Snow - Genghis Khan Miike Snow - The Heart Of Me Milky Chance - Cocoon Modern Baseball - Wedding Singer Money War, The - Recall Montaigne - Because I Love You Montaigne - In The Dark Montaigne - I Am Behind You MS MR - Genghis Khan {triple j Like A Version 2016} MUTO - Through The Fog Naked And Famous, The - Laid Low Ngaiire - Cruel Nicholas Allbrook - Advance Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Skeleton Tree Ninjas, The - Morphine NOFX - I Don't Like Me Anymore OLSSON - Hold On {Ft. Mapei} Olympia - Somewhere To Disappear ORB - Iron Mountain Orwells, The - Buddy Owls, The - Feels Like Gold Paul Dempsey - Morningless PEZ - Calling Out {Ft. Paul Dempsey} Phantogram - Cruel World PIXX - Grip PJ Harvey - The Wheel Polaris - Regress Polish Club - My House Pop Cult - Feels Right Porter Robinson & Madeon - Shelter Preatures, The - I Know A Girl Pretty Littles, The - Sleeping In Water Prism Tats - Death Or Fame Promises Ltd. - Days Of Lavender PUP - DVP PUP - If This Tour Doesn't Kill You, I Will PUP - Familiar Patterns Radiohead - Spectre Radiohead - Burn The Witch Radiohead - Decks Dark Radiohead - The Numbers Radiohead - Daydreaming Rat Boy - Move Raury - NEVERALONE Raury - L$D {triple j Like A Version 2016} RAYE - Shhh Remi - Lose Sleep {Ft. Jordan Rakei} Remi - Contact Hi/High/I {Ft. Silent Jay} Resin Moon - Feels ROI - Maths & Engineering Rubens, The - King Kunta/Hello {triple j Like A Version 2016} Rubens, The - Same Drugs Ruiins, The - Eventually Ruminaters, The - Bad Bad Things Running Touch - Aubrey SAATSUMA - Floating SAFIA - Over You SAFIA - Together, Locked Safely SAFIA - Bye Bye Sahara Beck - Spinning Time Samuel - Killr San Cisco - SloMo San Mei - Revel Sans Parents - Can't Stop Moving Santigold - Chasing Shadows Saosin - The Silver String Saviour - The Quiet Calm ScHoolboy Q - Ride Out {Ft. Vince Staples} ScHoolboy Q - JoHn Muir Scott & Charlene's Wedding - Distracted Shining Bird - I Can Run Skegss - Spring Has Sprung Skepta - That's Not Me {Ft. JME} Sløtface - Take Me Dancing Slumberhaze - Silence Soft Hair - Lying Has To Stop Sophie Lowe - Crazy Soulwax - Transient Program For Drums And Machinery Sticky Fingers - Our Town Stonefield - Love Storm The Sky - Jaded Ghost Strokes, The - Drag Queen Sum 41 - Fake My Own Death Sundara Karma - She Said Tash Sultana - Jungle Temper Trap, The - Fall Together Temper Trap, The - Burn Temples - Certainty Tenderfoot - The Balcony Tale Thao & The Get Down Stay Down - Nobody Dies Thom Sonny Green - Vienna Thundamentals - Think About It {Ft. Peta & The Wolves} Timberwolf - Something That I Said Tired Lion - Not My Friends Tourist Dollars - Horse Girl Travis Scott - Goosebumps Trophy Eyes - Chlorine Twelve Foot Ninja - Invincible Two Door Cinema Club - Surgery Urthboy - Second Heartbeat {Ft. Sampa The Great/Okenyo} Urthboy - Daughter Of The Light {Ft. Kira Puru} Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Killing Me To Love You VANT - Fly-By Alien Velociraptor - Hunk With A Hunch Venus II - Inside Yr Sun Violent Soho - Viceroy Violent Soho - Blanket Washington - Saint Lo Weeknd, The - Starboy {Ft. Daft Punk} Weeknd, The - False Alarm Wesley Fuller - Melvista West Thebarton Brothel Party - Dolewave Why We Run - Hallway Woodes - Daggers & Knives xx, The - On Hold Yellow Fang - Morning Zeds Dead - Too Young {Ft. Rivers Cuomo/Pusha T}



	2016.10.13 23.58 Review... I was not disappointed. Shin Godzilla was, admittedly, pandering to both Evangalion and Godzilla fans, but was unafraid of bucking the conventions of each. That said, it played kind of like a mash-up reMix of both - even musically: Akira Ifukube's original Godzilla score gave way to Evangelion's drum-heavy strategy plan theme. They were even played over boardroom montages. The addition of guitar fuzz over the familiar bass and drums gave me hope that the fabled live action Evangelion film could one day be a great thing. The caption on the poster in the lobby - 'A god incarnate. A city doomed.' - suggested a return of Gozilla the villain, rather than the hero of the multitudinous Godzilla vs. Evil Monster type of movie. The name of Hideoaki Anno with the title of director hinted that we might see a blend of action and drama to match his previous creation of television's finest series. The bold design prepared us for something devestating. Once seated, the film lauched into action immediately, an explosion in Tokyo Bay. The first appearance of the god incarnate is less than godly - this new Godzilla starts as a weird salamander-like creature, and evolves throughout. The tactic is intially jarring but puts the audience firmly in the same position as patrons must have been in 1954 when they first saw Godzilla: expecting a giant monster romp, predicting what is to happen next, only to be shocked a new ability to push the devestation forward. The film does, however, take some getting used to, particularly for those who don't speak or read Japanese. Like Anno's Evangelion, scenes, titles, tactics, timeframes, vehicles and almost everything else are labelled largely on-screen. For Shin Godzilla, he has surpassed the number of labels in Eva, plastering almost everything other than our antihero. For the western audience following the dialogue via subtitles, it took a while to realise where we needed to look, but once we could, we could sit back and enjoy watching the futility of the military efforts. It was strange to go back to the beginning, to a present where Godzilla has never been known, but also an amazing experience, with the monster looking better than ever, reviving the ominous tone of the original film and playing the terror of the creature - even in its early, ridiculous forms - completely straight, whilst not being without the humour of the human condition. Evangelion met Godzilla, and it really worked.



	2016.10.05 19.19 Boozy Lunch... Nothing will make one feel a sense of professional indifference and power like squeezing a whole boozy lunch into a predeterimined very short time. The morning before the lunch had been spent co-facilitating a training session to a plan which is attrocious, and not at all engaging. Despite this, I have been asked to deliver according to those instructions provided - emulating the developer - in the interest of avoiding an argument. Prior to commencing the group, I had proposed bold, theoretical plans which could improve learning immensely, however due to the requirement of several hours outside of a training room to develop the idea, will be doomed to be lost forever. Lunch time discussion included situations in which terminated personal relationships are reignited when people enter one's professional network, with a debrief on past professional faux-pas, with a poignant realisation that despite one having behaved in a clearly insulting manner, it was the insulted party who had ended up leaving in disgrace. The lunch had been prompted by an ice-breaker activity delivered in the morning in which we had participated, involving the question 'What is your favourite food?' followed by the response 'Chips and beer,' and the glance between myself and a colleague which shared an unspoken agreement that this seemed a fine suggestion.



	2016.08.31 14.44 Cola Festival This was a disappointing Cola Festival from the majors. Pepsi released their weird emoticon packaging earlier in the year, and - as far as I could tell - didn't release anything in this lead up to the Australian summer. Coca-Cola seemed to have forgotten a local summer release in the fanfare of their Olympics promotion, though their golden 1970s inspired promotional packaging was sensational. Just when I thought Coke had neglected to acknowledge the Cola Festival at all, they dropped the news that they were selling off pieces of their original King's Cross billboard in a charity auction. Awesome! This season I exhibited a range of organic colas, with the results below: Daylesford and Hepburn Springs Organic Cola: This organic cola presented as a very dark black, and though it at first appeared to be as typically flat as organic cola tends to be, it was actually very fizzy once opened. The taste was surprising, particularly given the 'Organic' label. The cola had a strong, almost chemical flavour, cut with something a little lemony. I typically like strong flavours, but there wasn't much with this cola that would have me returning. I couldn't think of anything it would mix with, and the taste was just too alien to enjoy. New Zealand Phoenix Organic Cola: Beneath an embossed bottle is a rusty-coloured liquid, textured with what looks like tea leaves. The flavour is exactly as strong as one would want it to be, with suggestions of honey present. Whatever is floating inside is thankfully undetectable by taste, perhaps masked by a carbonation greater than that usually present in drinks listed as 'Organic.' Whilst the previous organic sample had been disappointingly bizarre in flavour, the mild taste of Phoenix is refreshing. Though not exactly what I would reach for when I crave cola, it is a taste I enjoyed. Boylan Cane Cola According to the embossing on the glass bottle, Boylan have been manufacturing cola 'Since 1891,' although this was the first I'd tasted it. I was immediately impressed by the light yet conspicuous carbonation. It had a not-too sweet taste, but was incredibly smooth to drink. I suspect that it would probably mix well, particularly with an older whiskey. After the rest of the colas of this festival, this was an impressive treat and the pick of the showcase. Wild Cherry Pepsi The international spotlight was on Wild Cherry Pepsi. It was a variety that was available in Australia in the early 1990s, but didn't last long, disappearing from shelves before Dr Pepper sadly followed suit. I haven't tried the product in years, but remember it fondly. So I was a little disappointed when I found that the cola - at least in its present, US-imported incarnation - was underwhelming. The cherry flavour is weak, particularly when compared with Cherry Coke (or, indeed, adding some Elixir to regular Pepsi.) I don't know if I am looking back with rose-tinted glasses upon the local release of the '90s, or if the formula has been dramatically altered, but this was a very disappointing selection. Luckily, I picked up some Cherry Coke while I was shopping for the international selection. Moss Creek Moonshine Corn Whiskey with Cola The alcoholic cola premix selection was also disappointing. At only $11 for a pack of four cans, Moss Creek Moonshine and Cola was justifiably reduced to clear, though seemed like a good deal while I was at the store. I was let down after excitedly opening the can to find the contents almost undrinkable - a weird chemical flavour that tasted like no kind of whiskey I've sampled (and I've sampled a few.) I tried my hardest to find something to enjoy about the drink, but in the end I painstakingly finished one can with the help of family and friends, and was left with the three remaining cans, and wondering if there is some kind of charity where I can leave contributions for poor alcoholics.



	2016.12.26 11.22 Christmastime... A little known fact is that I actually have extended family. I might not talk about them too often, because they are equal parts dead and not people I have spoken to for a long time. A result is that, since the phasing out of Gazareth, I usually don't have plans to report by Christmas. I still celebrate Christmas, but it is usually over before Christmas morning. For the last few years, when asked about my plans for Christmas, my answer has routinely been 'Sleeping in.' This year, I was invited by my aunt to Christmas lunch, at her family's house in Bendigo. In years gone by, my family would often spend Christmas day either at that house, at my family's home, or at my other aunt's house, though the last time that tradition was observed was probably in 1988. In the lead up, I found myself looking forward to the lunch, and in particular to seeing my cousins. I figured it must have been over fifteen years since I had last seen them, and I had long sought opportunity to do so. We left early on Christmas morning, with my father having offered Poppa a lift which he had declined. He had wanted to go to church in the morning at his leisure, but promised to drive himself to Bendigo, and he'd also offered to drive me home. My parents, meanwhile, were staying in Bendigo over night, and booked a hotel room large enough to accommodate me should I also wish to stay. It was suggested I leave my car at a station in case I needed to take a train home, but once Poppa confirmed that he would be driving home, I decided against the plan. After a couple of hours, we arrived. It was a hot day, and I expressed my guilt for leaving Jessie at home, but she seemed to have very much enjoyed her gift which Simon had sent from Paris, care of PETA - vegan dog treats displayed in a stylish wreath format. It was great to see my cousins again, as well as to meet their partners, both of whom I immediately liked a lot. Then of course, there were all the people I had no idea about and how they fit in. It probably shows how far out of the loop I've become. An announcement was made before lunch by my aunt Joy: My grandfather would no longer be joining us. He had phoned on route to say he couldn't find the address. He'd used his GPS to get to the correct street, but unfortunately navigated to the completely incorrect town, a similar distance from home in the wrong direction. Gifts were exchanged in a Kris Kringle (or Jidka-style) fashion, with my cousin Stuart proving himself to be the most colourblind of the males of our generation of the family. 'I'd like the orange present, Stu!' called Bob, innocently. Stuart looked blankly at the gifts, and whilst I could understand, having been in similar situations regularly (particularly in a professional context in regards to Mr Sketch tones,) I was surprised at the extent of his afliction. Meanwhile, my immediate family cemented our reputation by choosing distinctly bottle-shaped gifts each time our names were called. My aunt, a real estate agent, asked some questions about my house, and my mother complained about the fact that I still didn't technically own a house - I must have forgotten to tell her that I actually had had the house signed over to me a few days earlier. When I revealled this, she became incredibly angry at me, as though I had kept the fact a secret for some reason. Perhaps I had failed to mention it, but if so, it was probably only because I'd worked so much and only seen my family when we were doing specific things. My uncle Ian, as well as being a gunzel of the classic variety, is also renowned for his car collection, and I was pleased after lunch when the invitation was extended to browse his elaborate garage and see his vintage ambulance and Austin convertible (I think it is an Austin.) I had alterior motives, however. My parents had, at my cousin John's wedding, strategically mentioned my Mini, sitting devestatingly in need of repair. Their hope, I learned, was that someone might offer to give it a good home. Whilst that isn't my ideal solution, it is one I might consider. Apparently, my ideal solution was the one that was assumed by Stuart - that he'd like to repair the car for fun. So as people paraded to the garage, I sought opportunities to reintroduce the idea and state my strong support for it. And then the point came. Either one was staying, or leaving. My parents suggested I stay, but I said someone had to look after Jessie. I had made my plan. Unline the previously anthemic Blink-182 single, I would be home for Christmas. So I headed to the station. I'd planned this. I had examined the V-Line timetable and packed my Gameboy and a book. Whatever research I had done was thwarted by the unpredictable country Christmas time table. I waited a couple of hours before the train came, quite certain of the direction I needed to travel, but doubting myself after several scenes of the game Secret Files: Tunguska were completed I started to find myself wondering if the trains that felt like they were going in the wrong direction might have been the ones I needed. Eventually the train that felt right came, and I climbed aboard. I found a map to confirm that I was in fact going in the right direction, and settled back to enjoy the ride. I didn't need my Gameboy a lot, because I wanted to check out the scenery, but darkness fell quickly. It was a longer journey than I expected it to be, and it was after midnight when I arrived at Spencer Street. I opted to take the first train to Flinders Street to find the most suburban trains. My guess was, that by this time, I would need to walk home. As is my usual Modus Operandi, I took the first train heading in the right direction. It happened to be a Dandenong train, so I walked home from Springvale. On the way, I seemed to frighten a girl, who screamed when she turned a corner and came face to face with me. The walk also gave me a chance to observe some of the local Christmas lights, but by that time it was after 1am, and perhaps some had been deactivated, or maybe they just aren't as prevelant as they used to be. I'd cited Jessie being at home without food as the reason for my desperation to leave, but when I served her a late night dinner, I realised she had had the vegan wreath treats to much on all day. Mood: energetic



	2016.12.20 18.48 These Final Stages... Without ceremony, I became a homeowner. I was grateful for the lack of fanfare. In my years of house hunting, I'd seen numerous pictures of couples standing proudly before real estate sign boards, some plastering a 'sold' label over the sign, others raising Champagne flutes with a smiling real estate agent. Whilst I might have enjoyed drinking with a real estate agent, I would prefer to do so within the familiar confines of a bar, and not involving being photographed committing offences in contravention of Victoria's anti-social behaviour laws. I didn't drive over the weekend, and when I turned my ignition yesterday, nothing happened at all, so I've been leaving my car and heading to the bus stop. That afternoon, I headed back to my future home. The builders had been very enthusiastic a couple of weeks earlier for me to attend a 'Pre-settlement Inspection,' but during that visit, the townhouse was, in my opinion, dismally far from completion. This week, when I tried to request a subsequent inspections, all stakeholders have acted surprised. It seems that they expected me to be satisfied with the initial inspection, which I was not (though, I admit, I was quite happy with the size and layout of the rooms.) I went through my list of contacts related to the property until I was given a direct number to the building foreman. He was surprised to hear from me, and initially directed me back to the person who had provided his number, but reluctantly set an appointment. On site, the property at least looked like a completed house. I identified a few areas of concern and was promised that they would be rectified. On the bus ride home, my conveyancer called to tell me that they were 'ready to settle,' and that this would happen the following day. I mentioned the matters I'd seen at the house, and was told to put them in writing. I did so, and was included in an email between them - the first piece of action I've experienced from them other than an initial meeting months earlier with a lawyer who later denied having ever met me, but can be forgiven because I admire the car she drives - and also a response from the builder this morning with brief mentions next to each of my concerns detailing the time of day it would be fixed. Shortly after midday today, a lawyer who identified himself as Liam called, and said 'Settlement of your property is now complete.' When I asked what I needed to do now, he seemed a little confused. It seemed he expected the call to have concluded already. 'Well...' Liam stammered. 'I guess you move into your house, if that's what you want to do.' I thanked him, and later recieved an email from the office of the builder asking that I attend their office, en route to my Werribee office, tomorrow. I arranged to do so at the latest available appointment, so I can at least get some of a day of work in. This is apparently to collect keys as well as 'key documents.' After months of me rescheduling appointments (or skipping them all together,) I ended up being the one having to rush to meet deadlines. Everyone has been how exciting it must be to be a homeowner, and I guess it is, if for no other reason that all of these appointments are hopefully now finished.



	2016.11.27 18.04 Complimentary... Angela and Paulo took annual leave from work which threatened to be permanent. Kate was made redundant. And then the training calendar filled up. It meant that for the past six weeks, Adam and I have been the entire training department and left responsible for more days of training than there are in the week. The result, despite our protests, has been a lot of overlapping sessions at the beginning and end of training groups, and weekends and evenings spent on preparation. An unexpected result was a significant heaping of praise on myself. I don't really take that sort of thing well. Further, I was suspicious of its authenticity. My manager phrased things in an unusual way: 'Because they were so impressed with your work last time, they've asked you to train another group.' 'What day does it start?' I asked, and instead of telling me, my manager asked me to respond to the compliment. I told him that I would have done it either way. He told me that I should be proud to have had my hard work recognised, but I commented upon my doubt that that recognition would translate to financial advantage. Later, in speaking with Kate, she told me that upon her departure she made mention of the lack of recognition of the work of her team. I guess now we are being overcompensated. But, as I said to the boss, not financially.



	2016.11.09 08.03 Watches and Watches... I've been trying to remember when I lost my watches. I know that I had gone months without wearing a watch after the batteries had run out in all of my three watches. I'd taken all of them to a stall in Dandenong Market to have the batteries replaced on a Saturday. On the Monday following, I'd selected my newest watch to wear to work - square-faced and featuring more gold than I usually like to wear, I wouldn't have chosen this for myself, but the gift - with its matching cufflinks - apparently suited me, based on the numerous compliments I'd recieved on it. When I went to bed that evening, I set the watch on my bedside table. Getting ready for work the following morning, I went to select a watch from my bedside table. Only two were lined up there. The gold-detailed one from the previous day was nowhere to be seen, but I took my favourite watch and left. I perhaps thought the absence odd, but but didn't think too much about it. Maybe, I considered, the watch had fallen into the drawer or somewhere behind the table. Maybe I'd flung it somewhere during an overnight convulsion. My favourite watch, that I wore that Tuesday, was usually reserved for casual occassions. A blatant rip-off of the 'Big Tic' design which brought fame to Fossil, my watch improved upon the original design, with bolder colours and shamelessly cartoonish circularity. On Tuesday evening, I left that watch on my bedside table too. When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I found it gone too, with only one watch remaining. That last watch has remained with me and did not suffer the fate of disappearance that the others did. A thorough search for the missing watches followed at the weekend of the disappearance, but when was that? It was certainly well before June, 2015. On that date, I'd returned from the Terminator Genisys premiere in Sydney to find everything removed from my room and my parents painting. During the removal, they'd not found the watches fallen behind any of the furniture, with my mother commenting that she had expected to. I also took the opportunity to empty all of my drawers to find if the watch had perhaps been misplaced - maybe I remembered incorrectly. In any event, I'd gone well over one year without the watches, and, I suspect, probably several years. Then, on the morning after Halloween, I woke up and started to get ready for work. I went to my bedside table to put on the new watch I've bought - another one that attracts a lot of compliments, as well as surprise when I reveal that it had cost little more than four dollars - to find the fake-Fossil watch, exactly where it had disappeared from years earlier. Its battery was flat, and it appeared to have travelled - scuffs now appear on its band - but it was otherwise as I had left it, including the slightly off-centre numbers from when the batteries had been changed at Dandenong. I was thrilled to see it, even though I couldn't wear it immediately. During the absence of my two watches, my mother sometimes commented 'I don't know how things can simply disappear,' which was something I had never really had a problem with. I'd used the example of the disappearance of my watches as evidence that things do in fact sometimes disppear without a trace while people were fretting the loss of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 (which, I realise, took place in early 2014, when my watches had already gone.) Now that one has returned, she had changed her tune: 'How can something just appear like that?' I had wondered if the pattern would continue in reverse - would the watch with the gold detail appear on Wednesday morning? - but so far only the one watch has appeared. I am happy about it. I have had the batteries replaced and am wearing it today for the first time. I continue to be satisfied with the explanation that sometimes things just disappear, but it is also nice to know that sometimes they come back.



	2016.10.13 20.37 Shin Godzilla... I am completely comfortable now to attend a film screening or concert by myself. My taste (and often dedication to) is often such that if I didn't allow myself to go unaccompanied, I'd miss out on a quality event. Friends of mine simply aren't interested, or as interested, in many of the things I am. Next year, I may travel to parts of Europe alone: Chernobyl, certainly, but depending on line-up announcements, possibly a music festival or two as well. Tonight I'm drinking Mexican cider alone in an unfortunately brightly lit bar before I'll attend the premiere of Shin Godzilla. I have surprised myself withe the level of excitement that I have experienced for this film. I usually try not to be too enthusiastic about things, but I haven't been able to surpress it in this instance. I hope I won't be disappointed. On an unrelated note, why do people seem to feel foolish when doing foolish things that other people witness, but only when they realise they've been spotted by more people than they first thought?



	2016.08.26 19.49 Casino Heist... The charity fiasco finally over, I made tracks into the heart of the city. I'd proposed an unprecendented team activity, and it was surprisingly wildly anticipated. This was back when my only schedule for the day had been taking charity phone calls from 6am until 10am, so making a 7.45pm booking did not seem a problem. At it happened, I made it to the booking, but only after briskly walking, and with my pockets still filled with training room supplies. I headed into the basement bar and promptly ordered a whiskey and announced my arrival to the staff. I fell into a chair near where a bartender was assembling a game of massive Jenga. I tasted my drink - they'd served me rum by mistake - and sent an SMS to the team, Rendezvous at the downstairs bar.. The team arrived individually from their day's work and collected drinks. At our table in the bar, Angela idly placed Connect 4 pieces into the rack as Bryce recommended a strategy. 'Once we get in,' he started. 'Be aware that everything could mean something. Pay attention to everything. Everything could be a clue.' He flipped over a spare coaster from the table. It was an advertisment for the escape room experience I'd booked for us. '"The cards are stacked against you..."' he read. 'That could be a clue already. Once we go in, be on the lookout for cards.' 'And stacks,' someone else offered. When I'd made the suggestion to try an escape room, we'd browsed the scenarios online, and without much argument had decided upon a casino heist scenario. The host (an animated member of the bar staff) introduced himself to us at our table, and invited us to finish our drinks and meet him behind the bowling alleys (the venue's cheif business.) There, the host challenged 'So, you think you're the next Ocean's Eleven, huh?' 'I'll be Julia Roberts, then,' Kate said. 'I wanna be Brad Pitt,' Angela raised her hand, then looked to Bryce. 'And you can be Clooney.' 'Ah,' Paulo groaned. 'Does this mean I have to be Matt Damon?' The team and bartender looked at me. 'Can I go old-school and be Sammy Davis Jr.?' The host didn't disagree, but gave us a large iPad. He told us that he would soon take us to a route that could lead us to the casino's vault, but once there, the iPad would start a countdown. 'After 50 minutes, if you haven't managed to crack the safe and get out of there, the cops will arrive, and then it's all over.' He explained that we might find barcodes which could be scanned into the iPad for clues, at the cost of a time penalty. The host lead us to a wall plastered with Polaroids, with three positioned prominently as the top-three times: a photo labelled as 'The Filo Queens' showed us a group of smiling young women who had apparently pulled off a successful heist in 19 minutes. Finally, he handed us an early 2000s era mobile phone, breaking character to tell us that we could hit the call button to contact him to forfeit the challenge and be released from the room in case of emergency. I was handed this responsibility due to my alleged penchant for antiquated tech. We were blindfolded - it would be inappropriate to be allowed to know the route to the vault - and marched conga-style through an unknown route as the host wound us tales of the exotic casino target's splendour. The sounds of the bowling alley were eventually replaced with those of slot machines and falling coins. 'Now it's up to you,' said the host, and we heard a heavy door close. We removed the blindfolds as we'd been instructed, and found ourselves in a very small, blank room, kind of like a service elevator's loading zone, with two doors: one that we'd entered through. Under my arm, the clock on the iPad had started counting down. We burst through the other door into a private gaming lounge. A slot machine was spinning in one corner, with a Blackjack table on one side of the room, and a couple of other table games. Kate quickly identified the only other door in the room, locked with a combination lock. We split apart naturally, each taking a different game or menu in the room to analyse. I took to the slot machine, and quickly noticed a consistant pattern to the winning spins, but had also noticed a suspicious looking score card above the Blackjack table that seemed significant. We called different numbers we'd deduced over to Kate, who tried them on the code, and the heavy door fell open. I felt proud of our performance in that first room. We stumbled into an intimate lounge area. At the bar, six cocktail shakers were lined up, each emblazoned with the name of a top-shelf spirit, along with other tools of the bartending trade. There was a cocktail menu, and behind them all, a small safe, locked with a combination lock. A close look at the lock revealed it to have letters rather than numbers for the combination. On the opposite side of the lounge was a roulette table, also with a safe atop it, this one with a more traditional, numbered combination lock. Next to this was a table set for two, with a cryptic advertising poster above it, showing a list of precious stones. There was another door, this one locked with a key. Kate, Angela and I tried to find some direction at the bar, while Bryce warned Paulo not to remove any of the chips from the roulette table lest they have been strategically positioned. Kate discovered numbered gaming chips inside each of the cocktail shakers, which we guessed could provide a clue to the roulette table's safe, but we couldn't figure out the order. I suggested that perhaps the chart with the stones was significant - 'Sapphire' could refer to the gin cocktail, for example - and we started trying to compare ingredients used in the cocktails listed on the menu, but couldn't come up with anything. Angela headed to the roulette table, where the others seemed to be just as stumped, though Paulo had found one of the barcodes - providing access to clues via the iPad - on the coaster underneath one of the drinks at the table. As time ticked down, Bryce's voice took on a tone of seriousness as he suggested that perhaps we should consider taking a time penalty in exchange for a clue. None of us wanted to, but we were stumped. Before we scanned the clue, Paulo flipped the other coaster on the table to find a note beneath it. 'Have you found the Roulette score cards?' Bryce seemed changed, as he frantically scanned the room for score cards. With no sign of anything like that, he became more creative than any of us had dared to be so far, knocking on walls. He eventually found a false panel in a wall, and broke it down to find hidden score cards. Suddenly, the tide seemed to have turned, and activity flourished at the roulette table. Angela announced that she thought she had a letter for the first combination. I grabbed my notebook from my bag, and started noting down the letters as the rest of the team called them. I needed to figure out the order, and quickly realised the letters could be rearranged to spell a word. I tried the word, and opened the lock, and found a key inside the safe, along with a drinks order. I tossed the key to Kate, and she used it in the lock on the door. Rather than opening the door, a compartment built into the door fell open, revealing another keypad. I don't remember how we did it, but the drink order ruled out some of the cocktails, and gave us numbers to try on the other table's safe. Inside, we found the code for the door. Spilling into the other room, we were immediately overwhelmed by flashing red light and the sound of an alarm. Looking down, we'd carelessly stumbled across a line on the floor reading 'Alarm will activate past this line.' Luckily, a kind of cypher appeared on the wall, and Angela and Kate took to cracking it. The walls of this room were lined with safe deposit boxes, and the door was a vault door. When we'd deactivated the alarm, we could cross to the vault door, and figured out the code to open it. Inside was a glass safe, filled with cash and jewels, and the final exit door. I found an envelope carelessly hidden behind the safe. On it was a handwritten note. Something about clubs. Bryce and Paulo discussed which card games focused on the suit of clubs, and I felt useless, since the only card game I can play well is Uno. Since the inside of the vault was otherwise bare, we backtracked. Paulo called out that he'd found something. Back in the first room, the gaming lounge, he'd noticed that the cards on one of the tables had been left with hands heavy with clubs. I noted the numbers in my notebook and ran them back to Angela. She spun the numbers into the safe's combination lock, and we cheered when it swung open. We sorted through the gems and wads of cash for a clue to opening the door, and quickly realised there were numbers on the stones inside. In unison, we remembered the chart in the roulette room with the precious stones, and darted back to take note of the order. We relayed the numbers from there to a team member in the final room, who pressed the numbers from the appropriate stones into the door, and it unlocked. We were back in the bowling alley. We checked our time against the Polaroids on the wall. We hadn't beaten the Filo Queens, but did come in at second place. And held the sign the wrong way around for our own photo.



	2016.08.26 08.03 Cataract charity... Terror, like charity, begins at home. - The Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett Several years ago, I was happy with my life. It was simple, but I quite liked it. I was glad to celebrate my birthday at bars on King Street with colleagues I considered friends. Now those colleagues are gone - as are their desks - and the bar has become a strip joint. Perhaps in an effort to regain the simpler times of call centre work, I agreed to participate in a charitable endeavour - taking calls collecting money as a part of a radiothon. I'd been looking forward to a simple day of talking on the phone, but at the last moment, I noticed my name removed from the list of participants, and I was advised that rather than taking phone calls, I would be required to train staff for the role - exactly what I had hoped to avoid. So yesterday I attended a session with representatives from the charity in question. The charity is discretely Christian on paper, and devotes most of the money they collect to financing surgeries to remove cataracts from the eyes of the poor the world over. The initial meeting with their representatives was overpopulated - they seemed to have sent not less than seven people to discuss the project for only an hour. The system to be used was a simple one to train, and the information provided on the organisation answered sufficiently to be deemed thorough without overlong. The scripting provided raised other concerns, making several references to God, most prominently concluding a donation transaction with the phrase, 'God bless you for your generosity.' The team went through their intended session with the first group of volunteers, and, unsurprisingly, a question was asked of the 'Title' field. As well as the usual 'Mr.,' 'Mrs.,' 'Ms.,' and the like, there was also an option for 'Mr. & Mrs.' As if on cue, a participant asked, 'What if the couple aren't a Mr. and Mrs.?' The facilitator agreed enthusiastically, noting that 'Some couples actually are something other than just "Mr. and Mrs." Sometimes you'll see couples who are known as "Doctor and Mrs.," "The Reverend and Mrs.," or "Seargent and Mrs.," and so on...' She demonstrated how one could replace the stock 'Mr. and Mrs.' option with alternative couples, such as those listed. A further question arose, beyond the one I was thinking of about women with positions earning titles other than Mrs., of how one would proceed with a couple made up of a configuration other than man and woman. The facilitator didn't seem to understand. I vowed to address to inevitable question during my own session in a different fashion. The question had not been fully addressed, but moved on from, when the 'God bless you...' scripting was raised. A couple of people raised that they weren't completely comfortable with this, which the facilitator acknowledged that she could understand this view. 'But just give it a try,' she stated. 'As you can see here,' she indicated the screen showing her presentation. 'It is listed as scripting, so you should read it as is, regardless of your view.' I didn't think that forcing the quoting of that exact phrase was neccesary or grateful for the organisation, though did not vocally disagree, noting once again, that my training session would not focus on this slide (and, when it happened, I showed the slide in the presentation for mere seconds, without actually making mention of it.) When it came to actually taking the calls, the day had been broken up into two batches. There was expected to be a morning rush, from 6am to 10am, when the company would be helping the charity, and another from 2pm to 8pm. Hilarity had ensued when the company requested volunteers for the two periods, and less people than anticipated (i.e., promised to the charity by the company) agreed to participate. I enjoyed watching the frantic scramble to employ temporary staff to take these calls for the evening session. In the morning, it was, in fact, very busy. The calls came without break, and those taking calls - I managed to sneak onto the phones for a while as people needed breaks from the incessant demand - were surprised at the generosity of radio listeners. The same demand had been suggested for the evening shift, so, as well as the temporary staff who I would train in the hour before they started at 2pm, a further call was put to this company's staff to volunteer, and a few did, even returning from the 6am start to put in an extra-long shift that surely breaches workplace health and safety conventions. After all of the needless panic in the lead up to the afternoon calls, I was delighted to witness a stark contrast to the peak of the morning's calls. It was several hours before any calls came to the temporary staff at all. When they did, there was a brief rush (evidently stemming from an announcement on air on the radio station) where they took donations and then... back to nothing. With people become restless, I prepared some of the activities used as state-change exercises in training to keep them occupied. Before long, though, a colleague who had also agreed to be involved, and who was liasing with the charity client, decided that enough was enough. He contacted a representative from the charity to propose ending the day due to lack of interest. All the while, the organiser of the endeavour from this company was conspicuously absent, though was seen by me to be touting the exercise as an enormous success amongst various company executives.



	2016.08.23 07.10 Return... I was tired, but I had a long way to go still. Rather than carry everything onto the set of the movie I'd worked on I'd thought it best to leave my luggage at the hotel in the morning when I checked out. I'd met another zombie-extra staying at the same hotel as we followed her smart phone directions across a park (and, interestingly, a cemetary) to the railyard. Ten hours later, I cut back across the park alone, this time still made up as a zombie, though I thought I had probably managed to remove all of the fake blood. To avoid incident, I tried to bypass the general public on my trek across the park and through the streets back to the hotel. I'd disposed of my bloody shirt and put on my emergency hoodie, attempting to cover my face with the hood. When I got to the hotel, I could see a pair of women at reception, checking in, it seemed. I decided to hold back until they were finished to approach the front desk. Luckily it appeared to be the same attendant I'd met the evening prior, to whom I had explained that I was appearing in a film in town. I feigned a deep interest in the options available in the vending machine outside the reception office until the women opened the door, when I'd intended to pass by unnoticed. Unfortunately that plan was cast into turmoil when their luggage wheels caught on the step. As I reached down to assist one of the women with her case, I noticed just how boldly the blackened veins appeared through my grey-green skin. The woman had the decency not to comment, though, other than to thank me for the assistance with the luggage. Likewise, inside the reception office, the attendant at the front desk did not make reference to my appearance, thought she did appear to recognise me, and to be taken aback. Before I'd finished explaining that I was here to collect my bag that I'd left, she had rushed to bring it to me. I asked if there was a bathroom that I could use to remove the make up, and she directed me upstairs. Once locked inside, I glanced at the mirror, but not for long. The illness that had been swelling within me since the lunch queue became overwhelming, and I lurched towards the toilet to vomit. I tried to be quick - I figured it might take a while to remove the make up and didn't want to attract further suspision from the front desk attendant. Once I was finished, I flipped back my hood in front of the mirror, and saw that, despite my earlier efforts, there was still blood spattered on my face, particularly around my neck. I ripped off some toilet paper and was able to wet it to remove most of the blood. I likewise replaced my bloody jeans with a clean pair. My reflection in the mirror still had a deep gash on my right cheek and, though it looked cleaner than it had when I arrived, was still conspicuous. I was able to slowly rip the latex of this off, and also scratch away the bulbous pustules that are apparently the trademark of the film's zombies, though they left rings of my skintone showing their former presence. I tried to wash away the graze on my forhead, but it wasn't washing off, so I dampened some more paper to try to wash away the artificial green tint given to my skin, but it was no use. I gave up, put on my other shoes, and stowed the bloody shoes and socks in a bag. I quickly threw up again, before covering as much of my face as I could with the hood and leaving the hotel. Thankfully darkness was falling as I started walking towards the station. I kept my head down as I passed by locals taking evening walks. At the station, I didn't have to wait long, but would have to change trains a couple of times before home. There had been another zombie-extra who had mentioned that he was taking the train in the same direction as me. I'd considered suggesting travelling together, but thought this would be inconvenient for him, since he'd have had to make the stop at the hotel too, or organise to rendezvous elsewhere. It wasn't long before the first train pulled up, and I climbed into an empty carriage. This train would only take me two stops though. When I changed stations, the second train was also quite empty, and I took a set at the rear of the carriage, facing away from other passengers. I saw my reflection in the window, and thought I looked ill. After only a couple of stops, a man sat opposite me and put his feet onto the seat. I noticed he was looking at me, grinning, and met his gaze. 'How's it going?' he said, smiling deviously. 'I'm okay,' I replied. 'Thanks.' 'Are you meant to be a zombie?' he asked. 'Have you been at that zombie thing?' I told him that I had been at the zombie thing, and he then asked 'What zombie thing?' and I explained that there had been a movie in production. 'I'm glad you are a zombie,' he said. 'When I got on and saw you I thought, "Fuck, it's some fuckin' street kid whose gonna hassle me the whole way!" But I'm glad it's just you.' 'Right...' I replied, hoping the conversation would be over soon. We sat in silence for a while, before the man tried to reignite our conversation. 'Could I have a cigarette?' he asked. 'I don't smoke.' 'Then could you give me ten or twenty bucks?' 'I don't have any money.' We were close to the city, where I would change trains again, which was lucky, because I felt like I needed to vomit again. At Flinders Street I didn't have to wait too long for my final train to arrive, and managed to stick to the shadows. This was the most crowded of the trains, and it sat at the station for a while before it departed. A couple sat next to me, but moved away after a short time. Perhaps there are benefits to looking like decay. I was also feeling like it though. I could feel myself starting to sweat from trying to stave off vomiting. When I arrived at my home station, I noticed the Public Safety Officers looking sternly at me and recalled scenes of uniformed officers in combat with zombies during the filming. Oddly, a steam train rushed noisily past, going back to the railyard I'd just been filming at.



	2016.08.22 06.58 Painted Freak... 'These zombies are fast, and they're angry. These are not the shuffling, slow, Romero-style zombies. Those just aren't scary.' I disagreed with the director's comment. When visiting the cemetary, the first zombie seen by Barbara and Johnnie in Night Of The Living Dead is made fun of, allowing him to creep up by surprise. Later, horders could be underestimated by viewers, until they surround the house, overwhelming it completely. It is terrifying in much the same way as Godzilla looming over Odo Island. But I didn't argue. It's his movie, not mine. The statement was made as a part of a briefing during 'Zombie Training,' the precursor to fulfilling a New Year's resolution of several years ago. That resolution was actually a very specific goal that I have worked towards spasmodically since viewing a scene in a Transformers sequel several years ago, the goal to become a prominently featured extra in a feature film. Upon starting the quest, I also determined that roles such as 'corpse,' 'explosion victim,' and 'zombie' appeal to me. So when I saw a broad call out for extras in Werribee's local paper on my last visit, I immediately acted. The extras, it was revealled through the seemingly demanding application process, would be ranked into their tiers, and the fact of my invitation to this session seemed to suggest that my application had impressed enough to see me into one of those higher tiers. The 'rehearsal' was actually just an overview of the film's plot, a gentle request for further funding, and running and falling practice - perhaps designed to weed out those who are enthusiastic, but physically ill-prepared for the role. I was given a five.am call for the following weekend in a location kept secret until a couple of days before. Once disclosed - a vintage railyard - I booked accomodation nearby. I was vaguely annoyed when the call time was delayed until eight o'clock, as I could have saved the expense of the hotel and travelled there early in the morning, but not too much. I arrived that morning to be ushered eventually in groups of 15 from a mass of around 500 extras. In those smaller groups, we queued for a long time, guided by officials who revealled themselves to be extras from the filming the day before who had been so impressed that they'd offered more of their time. We were broken into tiers based upon a number of factors - if we had attended the previous weekend's training, physical ability, and knowledge of languages other than English. This decided it - I had made it to the tier one stage, and closer to the goal of being prominently featured but uncredited. We were given numbered, colour-coded tickets, which we were told would be presented to the make up staff to identify which extremity of make up to apply. We waited in a less organised queue, and I started talking to a guy named Jeff, also designated the role of 'Tier 1 Zombie.' Together, we checked out the catering tent, which at this stage was only serving biscuits and bottles of weird juices. I took one of each, and the staff apologised for the lack of coffee, apparently the result of the outdoor setting not allowing electricity, and promised that some would be available once we headed into the railsheds to have make up applied. The juice, I discovered, was beetroot and celery flavour, which might have made a nice soup, but was not as successful in juice format. After some more waiting, Jeff and I were called into the shed, home to vintage steamtrain carriages. We followed the tracks in the long, darkened shed to the end of a train, where the first of an elaborate team of make up artists started working on us, first on our hands. A second artist further shaded our hands. We were then taken to a row of seats, where we had ever more elaborate facial make up applied. There were no mirrors, but I could see the progress of Jeff and the other casts' make up to get an idea of how each stage progressed my own. One of the make up artists, who appeared to be in charge, at one point dragged a guy who looked convincingly zombie-like back through the action of artists, asking him to identify the artist responsible for each stage of his make up. He seemed uncommitted to any response. 'Was it you?' the leader asked of one of the artists close to where I was having diseased veins painted into my skin. I didn't hear the response, but the outcome saw the leader raise her voice and call over all of the artists. 'Alright, girls,' she called. 'All of you, leave what you are doing. Get over here now. I want to show you how not to do face make up!' 'See this?' The leader pushed the subject's hair back at his forehead. Right at the base of his hairline, his natural skintone could be barely seen. 'What if his hair goes back when he is running on set? Everyone can see that! This is no zombie. This is just... a painted freak!' The actor looked sheepish beneath the elborate, if apparently inadequate make up. After the interruption, those midway through the make up process were left in their seats whilst touch ups were done to others later in the process. I asked for some direction, and the artist looked at my face, telling me I looked done, and directing me further down the line. There, I reconvened with Jeff, who was gritting his teeth, now stained with make up. Through clench teeth he asked 'Is it dry yet?' I asked the tooth make up artist on his behalf, who told us the effect takes only ten seconds to dry. It was my turn next, and I quickly moved to the hair and finally dirt booth, before moving out of the rail shed into the warmth of the winter sun. It had been frightfully cold inside the shed. Just outside, the final stage of make up was more artists applying a spatter of blood. Once again, we were left to await direction. I've worked on sets before. I know the drill. In the down time, I decided to venture back to the catering tent before we were called to shoot. I had spent over three hours having the make up applied, but the catering stand told me to return later - they said food would be served shortly. Meanwhile, a few extras cast as soldiers and refugees were called away for filming. Extras now made up as zombies were asked to pose for publicity photographs, but since the photographers were using smart phones, it seemed to be more an exercise in promoting the bulk of the cast as useful rather than as an actual productive exercise. I'd brought my copy of Trainspotting and my Gameboy, but we'd been asked to leave our belongings inside the rail shed. So I checked out the rail yard. After a few more hours, it was announced that lunch was being served, and a line instantly formed behind a barbeque that had been set up in the catering tent. I joined, and predicted a lengthy wait. I hadn't moved at all when the line was halted by the same voice which had been calling 'painted freak!' earlier. 'Would you please hold off for a minute? My girls haven't eaten all morning!' The queue was held back while the make up artists took their well-deserved lunch. Meanwhile, a crew member paced the queue, calling for and pulling aside Tier 1 zombies. We were led away from the catering queue around the corner to the set. It was an impressive location. A stone archway between two tall, vintage workshops divided two sets or train tracks laid into rough cobblestone roads. On the rail sidings of one set of tracks stood two diesel train engines. For the purposes of the film, a chain-link fence had been erected beyond the engines, serving as the checkpoint for a quarantine area. We were given further directions, and asked to wait for further make up once the artists had finished their lunch. We were instructed on how the scene would pan out, and told to draw upon our inner anger. 'When I'm hungry, I get angry, so it shouldn't be hard,' commented a woman in the crowd scene. 'Maybe that was the plan all along,' commented another extra. 'Starve us until we're really ravenous zombies.'</i> When the make up artists arrived, they came carrying a couple of buckets of blood each. They arranged the extras in rows of ten, and ordered our eyes closed. They flung blood on us, and we started to film the scene - a horde of zombies chasing soldiers ushering children through to the quarantine area as it struggles to keep the infected outside. Although the shooting confirmed that this probably won't be the kind of zombie film I liked to watch, it does seem like an exciting scene. My favourite part involved the application of 'mouth blood' by the make up artists, for the front runners to spew as they surged towards the blockade. The scene was run throguh several times, with a few shots utilising a drone flying overhead through the arch. I pictured sweeping shots of the desperate, mindless horde below, which would look impressive with the three tiers pushing through. It didn't last long before the drone crashed, to a sigh of disappointment from the horde. We were also asked to film various detail shots to intersperse from within the chase sequence. I would have preferred to feature as the director's non-scary zombie, but I did enjoy this role. It wasn't long before someone - a vocal producer I'd met at the rehearsal, perhaps - called that it was a wrap, to applause through the rail yard. By this time, I was eager to leave. I started to head out, but was caught first as someone I'd not seen all day was asking once more to take photographs. Someone during this called for three cheers for the crew, but I felt bitter and starved, so did not participate - though by 'crew,' I guessed they were referring specifically to film crew, and not administrative and organisational, who did seem to perform admirably. Another round of applause was also called for the expansive team of make up artists, which I did join in on enthusiastically. I'd been impressed with their efficiency and also working under a forceful manager. At the rehearsal, we'd been promised provisions for removal of the make up, but I found this to be limited to a few WetOnes, which didn't remove much. There was no mirror in the bathroom, but I felt around and it seemed like most of the blood, at least, was gone from my face and neck.



	2016.08.01 16.12 moneyClip... That was weird. I woke up on Sunday feeling fine. I had no headache at all - unusual for a night when I slept without waking myself. When I started to climb out of bed though, I noticed aches throughout my body. I felt it first in my legs but it ran through my spine and into all of my joints. I moved, kind of painfully, to the kitchen and made coffee. While there, I noticed dried blood all over my hands. They didn't feel sore, but were bloody. After I'd made the coffee, I rinsed my hands, and found cuts at the sides of most of my fingers. They were actually more like grazes, as though my hands had been dragged across asphalt. I had no recollection of how this could have happened. As soon as my mother saw my impaired gait, she asked if I was sick. 'No,' I replied. 'Just sore.' When she asked where, I thought for a moment about just where the pain was, before replying 'My skeleton.' She asked why, and when I said I didn't know, she stated that I had 'obviously had an epileptic seizure.' I conceded that that was possible, although I couldn't claim it as obviously as she could, because this felt different. There was no headache or sickness at all. It was different to the newType seizures I'd previously documented and discussed, and unlike the kind of seizure that was caught on tape in hospital. Also, I didn't end up dead. So today I am still sore, but still not sick at all. This is something new. I wonder what this is.

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	2016.02.19 23.55 Leave Your Friends Behind... Perhaps I was too quick to judge both Kate and the woman on the bus. Maybe their extreme views on safety were justified. Maybe for all of these years, I have been living life with too much of a laissez-faire attitude in regards to personal safety and that of others. In the same week that I'd been warned of safety risks, I would experience someone succumb to one with my own eyes. I'd been called to Werribee to deliver training on job application and interview skills. It turned out to be an interesting topic. I was surprised at how many people insist that a resume must include a photograph, or even a video clip. I had been completely unprepared for the sessions, having originally arrived to deliver a different course, but the reception seemed fine. It made me feel like applying for jobs myself with my newly-trained skills. Since construction work commenced on the Frankston train line, I've been taking the Dandenong line. I must have been engrossed in my Gameboy game, because I looked up just in time to see my train pulling up to the stop. I hastily stashed it in my bag and headed to the train's door. I was last in a trail of commuters trailing out of the carriage, and as I was stepping out, a young lady, clutching a smart phone to her face, ran up the ramp towards the carriage. As she headed towards the door I was stepping through, she crashed into another passenger leaving the train and stumbled. She followed the trajectory towards the carriage she'd started on, and for a moment, it seemed she would skirt past me successfully into the train. Instead, she just missed, and slipped into the narrow space between the edge of the platform and the train carriage. I was a little surprised at how easily and completely she seemed to have fallen down. In one fluid action, she'd gone from upright and about my height to partially obscured beneath the platform and trapped. I wouldn't have even imagined it to have been possible - the gap is such a small one, and she wasn't a remarkably thin woman. She was slim, but not unusually so. It seems like it would be hard to guide a smaller object to fall into the narrow space, yet this girl had fallen in without trying. She sank beneath the platform to her elbows, which had slammed with a painful-sounding crack into the carriage floor, and now seemed to be all that was supporting her. I'd grabbed her shoulder, but only seemed to be holding a piece of the flimsy fabric of her shirt. She was still holding the phone. I tried to clutch the girl's shoulder, but couldn't hold on in a way which seemed helpful. She wasn't moving a lot. I had assumed that she would lift herself with her elbows, but she didn't do so, and I wondered if she was unable to move in the gap at all. Instead, I stepped back into the carriage and fumbled to grip the girl's shoulders from a frontal position. When I failed to lift her from this position, I took a more awkward one. Crouched in front of her, I put my arms underneath hers and then returned to a standing position, lifting her up out of the gap with me. It must have looked awkward to the bystanders crowded around. Once I'd brought her up, she stumbled forward into a chair as tone rang indicating the doors would close, and I quickly stepped back. As I left the station, with the train doors closing, I noticed the station's transit police running in my direction. I hoped they weren't prompted by my inappropriate grasp of the girl's body, though they did seem to be pointedly running in my direction. I quickened my pace toward the underpass exiting the station, putting dawdling commuters between us. By the time I'd left the underpass, I couldn't see the officers when I checked quickly over my shoulder. I rushed to my car. I had to get home quickly. I'd left my game of Secret Files: Tunguska running on my Gameboy in my bag, and had to save it or risk losing my progress.



	2016.02.15 23.39 Safety Dance... Today I caught a bus. It isn't an unprecedented event, but for the last decade has not been a common one. I create this entry based upon my interaction with someone I perceived to be a regular passenger, though this is not to be a commentary on 'the great unwashed' aboard public transport that is often penned by infrequent travellers. This shall be an observation of a trend towards alarmist safety precautions. 'Omigosh!' Kate had cried earlier at work, without provocation. 'I just realised that I'm eating peanut butter!' 'Okay...' said Andrew, seeming to be uncertain of the significance of the exclamation, as I too must have appeared as I searched between the two for hints of some running joke I'd missed the genesis of whilst relegated to training rooms. But no laughter came. 'I mean,' Kate started. 'I didn't ask everyone if it's okay.' 'It's fine...?' answered Andrew, the tone of uncertainty prevailing to the point that Kate further clarified. 'I mean, I didn't check first if anyone on our level is allergic to peanuts.' Andrew and I laughed, and Kate asked what was funny. 'You're just going to eat the peanut butter though, right?' I confirmed. 'You weren't going to smear it all over people's faces, were you?' Andrew continued. 'Obviously not,' Kate rolled her eyes. 'But some people are extremely allergic.' By now she had packed away the offending condiment. 'And I don't have an EpiPen.' The apparent neglect over, I went back to work, and thought to myself that it would never occur to me to go to such extreme lengths in the interest of public safety. I am also the first to admit that I am not the most civic-minded of people, probably. I encountered someone else later that very day just as interested in public safety. It was on the aforementioned bus. I'd taken my car to have its roof replaced that morning (it was damaged by criminals in December in a crime almost identical to one five years earlier.) Due to staff at the repair shop being absent, the car wasn't ready as planned this afternoon, so I'll pick it up tomorrow. In the meantime, I sought alternate transport, and ended up on a bus. I took a seat at the rear of the bus, but noticed a woman already at the front speaking loudly to the driver, who was paying her little attention. I paid her equally as much attention and continued to read. I did look up, however, as she raised her voice significantly each time the bus started drawing to a halt before upcoming stops to let passengers on and off. Each time a passenger rose from their seat, she would shout at them to sit down until the bus stopped moving, and would also loudly advise the driver that she had warned the passengers of such. As far as I could see, the driver did not respond. 'Watch out!' she shouted at a woman with a shopping cart, then, to the driver, 'Aren't you going to do something about that?' I couldn't tell exactly what she was talking about. 'Oh!' she seemed distressed. 'It's still happening!' I wondered if she was less cogent than I had originally thought. 'Why aren't you doing anything?' I heard her ask the driver again. 'What will it take? Does someone have to be injured? Does someone need to be killed?' As the bus stopped to let more passengers alight, the woman crept carefully from her front seat to one more centrally located. Her distress continued in her new position though, and she continued warning passengers to the unseen danger she had identified, to little response. She sounded almost defeated as she wailed 'Why won't something be done?' Before long, the bus drew near my stop, and I pressed the button to inform the driver. As I rose to leave the bus, I was, predictably, screamed at. 'Watch out!' the woman wailed at me. 'For what?' I asked. She pointed to the floor of the bus, and I looked to see an empty Coca-Cola bottle rolling on the floor. 'Watch out for the bottle?' I asked. 'Someone could trip!' she confirmed. 'Someone could be killed! And the driver doesn't care!' I took the bottle with me when I left the bus, and put it in my recycle bin at home. It was the first time I have seen such commotion in regards to a plastic bottle and peanut butter in the one day.