Have been spending the last few days (and nights) tinkering a slightly new web design that utilises CSS which is something I’ve been meaning to do for a very long time and now I know why I’ve been putting it off for so long. Ugly HTML coding is so much easier, but most definitely one ugly bitch. Anyway, be a while before thats fully up and running and also more than enough techno mumbo jumbo bullshit for one post.

Tonight is the Hamilton kick-off of It Came From the Swamp! so if your not up to anything tonight, feel like watching some high caliber short films and want to support the local film making community, come on down to the Victoria Cinemas before 8pm tonight. I’ll the be one drunk out front making rude gestures to old ladies and small children.

Enjoy the first week of your new government and three years of hell.

Had written several paragraphs editorialising the election and thoughts on our one as well, but forget all that. This is how politics should really be done…

Good luck with your election. I’d say don’t fuck it up for the rest of us, but then again, since when have you listened to the rest of the world?

Just remember, when your in that booth, vote Lando Calrissian.

Its also been pointed out to me that the collection of Hamilton Short Films festival entitled “It Came From the Swamp: Short Films From the Waikato” starts its tour of New Zealand next week.

As you can tell from the title, it’s a collection of seven locally made films. Among them is Spit-takes, a short film I made (or at least finished) specifically for this festival.

Others included are Betty Banned Sweets which I mentioned earlier today, Meat, which I helped out on, but mostly hung around and smoked cigarettes with the cast and crew. Dawn Tuffery’s Swing which is a pretty damn cool animated short. Retribution and Clean As A Whistle are the only ones that I haven’t seen. Oh and of course Dark Priest which I still hold high as one of the best student short film to have been made in the Waikato.

So yeah, It Came From the Swamp. Playing next Tuesday 8pm at Victoria Cinemas, the dates for the other areas around New Zealand can be found at https://www.eventfinder.co.nz/user/nadinelee or I could post them here… nah… too lazy and have blogged more than enough today I think.

INTERVIEWER: So why is there no more rock ’n’ roll, then?

NICK CAVE: Maybe because you’re not allowed to smoke indoors anymore.

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Back. Got to see a model over the weekend crying her eyes out. Was a wonderful mixture of gross tears and model hotness. Awesome.

Also figured out a bill payment I made a week ago went into the wrong account, so this week will be the hunting down of the misplaced money and whining a lot about it. Not so awesome.

The short film I worked on “Betty Banned Sweets” just had a really nice write up on it in this weeks edition of The Listener (page 46). It’s a really nice write up with lots of praise for the director Micelle and for the main actor, my good friend Matt and thats definitely awesome. I haven’t been kept in the loop on the films progress, but according to the article, it’s soon to be playing in the Show Me Shorts festival that’ll be screening up and down the country from Thrusday through till January. The article can be viewed here, but you need to be a subscriber to read the whole thing unfortunately. And more details on the festival can be seen here.

Speaking of other festivals, my friend Fin’s short film “Killing Time” is playing as part of the Manukau film festival this Thursday. So if your in the area and you’ve got nothing to do, go see it and support awesome. His blog is also something that’s become a regular read for me. He does a much better job of updating his and keep up to date with various news and other weird internet stuff he comes across. Bookmark his site here.

And while my friend Dom has recently lost his show on Alt due to management doing what they usually do of fucking up stuff. He’s now once again a member of the dangerous group that is motorists in Auckland and no longer has to ride public transport like the hobo he secretly wishes he could be. Just thought I’d point that out for the hell of it.

Its been a long week of work and filming and am now in Auckland for the weekend filming a fashion show. Been in my hotel room for about half an hour and already I’m bored and over it. Never was one for hotels, the novelty of it wears off pretty quickly and by the end of it, your trying to figure out how get rid of the dead hooker. Typical.

Anyway, in other news, there’s word of a Preacher movie again, this time its ‘confirmed’ with Sam Mendes directing this time. The last I heard about this project, it was going to be an HBO series, but turns out it got dropped for being ‘too dark’ and ‘religiously controversial’, which is kind of the point right? Well anyway, I hope they don’t fuck it up, cause I friggin’ love Preacher with all of my body (including my pee pee).

The Mountain Goats have finally announced their return after postponing the Australian leg of their tour and breaking my heart. December 17th, I’m there and so should you.

Man, I’ve now had this tab open for so long and can’t think of anything more to write about. Not that you’d notice. I’ve been clicking between tabs and keep coming back to this window with the blinking icon saying “finish writing this post you lazy fuck. Stop ignoring your blog. Update use more often. We maybe annoying like a herpes sore, but we’re yours to deal with for the rest of your life”… okay… shit, I must be really tired. I’ve just written a whole paragraph of my train of thought and am now writing about me writing about writing my train of thought… wow… I’m actually confused now. Oh and if your reading this Ross, I forgot to return that library book and its up in Auckland with me. Will return it on Sunday. My bad.

I need to sleep.

Sweet Knights of Columbus, that’s right, I have a blog that needs to be updated regularly. So where have I been? Slipping obviously, but one particular recent event which was awesome and totally worth blogging was my recent Friday night…

After a day of nothing and being quite bored, I txt’d around to see who wanted to go out for a drink and by 5 o’clock had a small entourage of friends to chill out and drink some drinks with. Several bars down, we decide that the next place to go and be merry is the casino. Brilliant idea! Only thing is that my friends needed to go move a car first and I simply needed more booze in me, so going our separate ways, we planned to meet out in front of the casino in within a certain amount of time.

As I walked alone down the city street, a carload of young douchefags thought I was the right target for their douchefaggery and one of the morons in the backseat yelled out his window to me “Asian cunt!”.

Now, though there is no doubt I am an Asian and at times, according to some, a total cunt, I doubt either of these terms have anything to do with each other, let alone be called out by some retarded fucktard who’s parents were themselves to retarded to know how to use a goddamn condom.

So this idiot yells this out to me from the safety of his backseat, but lo to his misfortune, he yelled it at me of all Asians and their car had to stop two seconds later at a red light.

Brilliant.

I took one very pissed off and very drunk breath of air and proceeded to sprint towards the car at full speed with the hate of China behind my back.

Where there once sat an over confident, unaborted incest lovechild, now sat a pants wetting assclown who was beginning to realise his mistake and started rolling up his window in fear.

Drunk, and full of rage, I proceeded to open his door with the force of an asian cunt drunk and full of rage and yell the shit out of this total cuntrag who should have been a blowjob instead of the product of his mum accidently sitting down on the little turd ejaculate that came out his dad.

This ranting and yelling proceeded for a while until the lights turned green and then I set the little cock stain and his friends on their way, punctuating the encounter flipping the classic ‘bird’.

Now, many people, even people I’m close to and know, don’t really think that racism is prevalent in this day and age, or at least in New Zealand of all places. But let me tell you for the record, shit like that happens to me very often. Racial profiling and stereotyping has ranged from mild mean words like our retard example above, to real fucked up wankers, pressing me against a wall wanting to cause me grevious bodily harm just because of the colour of my skin.

Whoops… this post went on a bit of a tangent there and I don’t mean to start editorialising too much, but just for the record, I don’t stand for that shit. Not against me or any other human being. No one should be judged based on the colour of their skin and I’ll get in the face of anyone that thinks otherwise.

Now, don’t get me wrong though, I’ll hate the shit out of someone if they’re an asshole no matter what ethnicity or race or country their from. You could be a fellow Asian or a shining example of the Aryan race, but if you’re a total moron, you’re a total moron in my total morons book. Case close. But to get back down to basics, racism sure as shit don’t fly with me and neither does the hitting of women while we’re at it.

Anyway, Batman wannabe speech aside, where was I? Ah right, after my run in with the little fuck stick, I proceeded to drink more, meet up with my friends at the casino, win over 600 bucks, drink a bit more and wake up with one hell of a hangover in my car the next morning (cause I don’t drink drive damnit!).

Batman would be proud.

Its like the horrible melding of a baby keyboard, ukulele and a kazoo. This guy plays a half decent version of The Final Countdown on it too…

…if your feeling masochistic enough. I mean, it still is The Final Countdown.