It's party time. I got tickets to a Science cruise party thingo which means I'm going to have to pretend I'm not an Arts student. So, uh, physics, man. Quantum mechanical theory of robotic genetic alterational methodological scientistics. Graphs. Atoms. Fuck I don't know. Anyway I was hitting up Eureka Tower yesterday on a date and I have some ways they could make the Edge Experience more fun. Firstly, they need to hire actors. Before you step into that glass box which juts out of the tower, there's a person who explains the rules to you and who takes your photo at the end. During the experience, this person should be able to act all panicky and upset as they inform you over the speakers about a malfunction. After that, fake computer generated cracks should appear in the glass. Then the whole thing should start rumbling and shaking. Finally, the compartment should tumble about thirty stories like that ride at Dreamworld. That would an experience.
Is the Kony thing making a comeback? It seems people are putting posters up all over the place. I put a poster up today. It was for my musical act. I'm a one-piece post-grunge indie jazz-folk vegetarian indie industrial artist. I play out-of-tune guitars and toy keyboards from the K-Mart bargain bin because I'm anti-establishment man. Buy my album. It was recorded with a rusty old tape recorder I pulled off someone's front lawn during the last hard rubbish collection. It's so anti-establishment it's almost it's own establishment.
Which reminds me:
Dear world,
we have our own Kony. His name is Tony Abbott. Can you please send your entire combined military to come and tear him a new asshole. The nation would benefit from such action.
Yours sincerely,
H.O.I.T.
P.S. Kill the cast of Dancing with the Stars too.
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