You know when a tune is so ludicrous and OTT that you can't help but totally fall for it. Well the brilliantly named Wolfgang Gartner has done just that. I don't know what kind of drugs he took to dream up Space Junk but I want to try them. Wolfgang. Take me to your dealer.
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Having a younger sibling who has a better job than you, who earns more money than you, is capable of holding down a relationship and just doing all the normal shit that adults do can be a bit of a bummer. That's if you dwell on it for too long. Or compare yourself to them. The best course of action is to not think about it all and try and piggy back on their success. My sister works at the zoo and basically runs tings in the gift shop. This is great as it means you receive animal-related gifts all the time and free trips to go and leer at the anteaters. Big. It also means she gets to pick and choose the stock and receives weird shit sent to her by those looking to get their merch on the shelves. These wonderful tee shirts were rejected. I don't know why.
Rudolph goes rogue
The end of January has been strong. Dancing to Ignition next to a dude in a wheelchair on a late school night was big - Singing a terrifying rendition of Two Can Play That Game at a local karoake house was big but on more deviant tip. Asparagus has been everywhere while djing at a 30th (birthday vibes to Dan) was also large. This is a small snapshot. Total vibes...
What the dickens?
Mixing shit up
The first of many new vices