What a terrible blogger I have been. All not posting for over two weeks.

I have returned to announce that my zine, As Curious An Entity #2 has been completed. The zines are ready, the boys is here, I am six, I am sixty, we are all unbearably happy.

During the process of creating this piece of independent literature (which also features the work of Stephen Lloyd and Jessica Sutton) I struck a problem. A decent portion of the content is derived from either BCorTM of Stephen's blog, It's Alright, I Know You're From Circumstances (iknowyourefromcircumstances.blogspot.com). About half of the content was all ready to go before we even started, yet it took way too long to actually complete. It is a pretty tight production, I think you will find. The connoisseurs amongst you will recognise that a simple sound achieved was not without labour. In our defence, our studio was not particularly up to scratch for the sound we desired. This resulted in Stephen recording all his bits in the laundry of the Wigram Rd studio. It nearly sent him deaf, but he didn't care. Stephen is raw. Our producer was a man of a pleasant nature whose name escapes me. His main downfall being his constant bragging of having worked with Beasts Of Bourbon during "the real druggy times mate. Tex recorded his vocals for the entire album in 43 minutes." My response was usually to smile and say "wow, I can't imagine."

"The most frustrating about making something is that by the time you have finished it and it is ready for public consumption, you can't stand it," I lamented to two of the guys from NZ indie sensations Cut Off Your Hands last week over non-fuss schooners of cheap domestic.

Our bleary-eyed solution was that from now on, all of As Curious An Entity's content will be print-only. Thus, I will be forced to actually do things apart from a weekly 300wd derivative paragraph. Also, this will hopefully result in people buying ACanE, because this blog's creative gene pool will get so shallow that it's reduced to reports on meals, youtube links and maybe even apologies for being a very terrible blogger.

Eric.

It was funny for Eric, watching everyone change around him. He had seen school, work and uni mates floating, often flying, in different directions. Rock solid alliances gradually lost and gained members, until he was surrounded by noone that could remember why screaming "CHICKS!" was funny anymore.

"Of course you've changed, blowjob. You just think you haven't because you still wear those Volley Classic's that cost $10 more than the normal ones. They're completely gay, by the way. Your pants have got tighter, you've lost about 40% of your social conscience and are way more arrogant."
"Don't call me 'blowjob', that's a verb. I'm not a verb. It's like me calling you 'wanking'. Wanker."
"Seeing as you never change, why don't you scream CHICKS! at cars that are probably full of dudes, like you always have then?"
"A Mitsubishi Mirage isn't a car of dudes. A Mirage is a TOTAL girl car! Why don't you go and write some essay on how Maggie Aldersen uses way too much petrol getting a handbag from France? You can even call her a 'blowjob', or one of your fancy terms."
"Oi, CHICKS!"
"I think that it is rad to call people 'a blowjob'."
"I accuse my friends of 'changing', which is completely cliched."
"I'm just upset because my cousin overdosed."

"What? I'm just saying, that's probably why you're upset."

A novelty post.

If you write a blog entry right after you had four beers then watched the Candy DVD in bed on your laptop, you are but a quivery voice away from a Bright Eyes song.

Yours,
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