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I’m currently in the midst of what could be called a mild obsession with Belle & Sebastian at the moment, and no sooner had I finished Paul Whitelaw’s excellent Belle’s biography Just A Modern Rock Story, than I learn that Image Comics have released Put The Book Back On The Shelf: A Belle & Sebastian Anthology which is essentially a collection of stories by independent comic artists, inspired by B&S songs.

Kako’s interpretation of Dog On Wheels. A little bit too literal, but it looks totally hot.

It’s more of a graphic novel than a comic book, the styles of the artists featured varies from brilliant to just plain embarrassing — Chalet Lines deals with some heavy subject matter, and yet the artist merely offers some two-colour surrealist nudes and underground rail carriages. Not good enough.

As soon as I heard about the book, I pre-ordered it through (apparently) everybody’s favourite comics store Alternate Worlds, and this weekend had the pleasure of picking it up. Upon opening said book, I was greeted by a rather hastily scrawled missive tucked between it’s pages, which I will present here:

“D, I know your every move, mu ha hA HA HA HA HA! ♥ Robert”

I admit, I may have been wearing my current adoration of the Belles prominently on my sleeve of late, but am I really that predictable? Perhaps, if Robert would care to leave a comment, he could shed some light on his side of this egocentric (and possibly uninteresting) anecdote.

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When we arrived at Richie’s building, we suddenly realised that neither of us knew which number his apartment was, given that we neglected to print out a copy of the e-vite before setting out. So, mustering what I mistook for some sort of recollection, I pushed 7 and hoped for the best. I now know Richie’s apartment is actually number 5. Number 7 is the home of an old Asian woman (for whom home invasion is obviously not that much of a concern) who let me in anyway (albeit with a bit of bluffing on my part).

Anyway, once we were inside the correct apartment, the party was well underway. I’d have to say, I think it went off pretty well. Amid the drunken banter, plans were made to catch up again the next day, to have lunch and collect several cars that had been left overnight, but subsequent hangovers dictated otherwise.

Robert and Twelve cutting a rug. “Face… face… face… face”

In a scene reminiscent of Jeffs’ parties of yore, Robert and Twelve took to the living room floor for a Flashdance style routine, which looked almost choreographed. The spectacle was exacerbated by Twelve conferring Robert the names of fictional dance moves, and Robert frequently upside down.

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Inspired by AnonymousCoWorker and his cat, Nao and I started listing all the nicknames that we have for Grace. At the risk of becoming one of those bloggers, I present said list, for your viewing pleasure.

To those of you who think this is a lame post: Suck a fuck! You think you’re so great, get your own damn blog, freeloaders!

Grace, Gracie, Grace-ah, Gracie Grace, Gracie Cat, Gracie Girl, Miss Grace, Miss Grace the Disgrace, Miss Muppet, Munchkin, Munchie, Munch, Muncha, Muncha Bunch, Bunch Of ‘Em, Shorty, Shorts, Short-arse, Shortius Arsius, Shortius Maximus, Short Round, Bunny, Bunny Bear, Bunny Girl, Bunna, Bunski, Bunski Bear, Fat-guts Fat-guts, Cheeky Charlie, Cheeky Charles, Charlie, Charles, Cheeky Chicken, Chicken, Chook-chook, Chook Malook, Chooky, Chooky La, Loudy Tourky, Hot Bot, Peanut, Pookie

This is an old photo, from when she wasn’t so fat.

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There’s a few movies that Nao and I have pegged in the pre-Oscars period, and this was one of hers. Which is not to say I didn’t enjoy it — far from it — I’m just a bit sick of hearing Heath Ledger’s name at the moment. If you wan’t my opinion, and let’s face it — why would you be here if you didn’t — the good money’s on Philip Seymour Hoffman.

All cynicism aside, Brokeback Mountain is an excellent film, and well acted by both the leads, but Hoffman’s due — didn’t anyone see Boogie Nights, Punch-Drunk Love, or Almost Famous?

My only other hot tip this year is Joyeux Noël for Best Foreign Language Film. Again, one of Nao’s picks, but brilliant. I’ll be very surprised if anything can top it.

Anyways, I probably should’ve called this entry Oscars Crap but oh well. Even if you’ve not seen Brokeback Mountain, the trailer should sufficiently prepare you for BrokeMac Mountain.

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This actually happened a couple of weeks ago but I was away in Cairns at the time (yet another event that went unheralded blog-wise), and got wrapped up in other stuff once I got back. To be totally honest, I’m only writing this entry so I can post this picture of my car looking all swishy again.

Hold your mouse over the image. Aaaah, there be Photoshop trickery afoot!

I back-dated this entry so as to not interfere too much with the chronology of the other posts. I also attempted to do a rollover image, but it’s not working for some reason (reason = I don’t know what I’m doing!). Correction. I apparently do know what I’m doing!

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