Q

Anonymous asked:

Will my ice cream come with a movie?

A

That all depends. Is the movie at my place of work? Then probably yes.

Are you willing to watch the LEGO Movie? because frankly I want to see that stuff again.

I threw together some quick design for my buddy Miguel and the band he’s in - Wunderkind. While they’re still a smalltown group, they are insanely talented. Be sure to keep an eye on them as they start to publish more work! (https://www.facebook.com/oneofawunderkind?fref=ts)
Miguel also has a side project known as Rapscallion Rues, where he tends to focus on folk music. It’s some pretty rad stuff. Check him out! (https://soundcloud.com/rapscallionrues) I threw together some quick design for my buddy Miguel and the band he’s in - Wunderkind. While they’re still a smalltown group, they are insanely talented. Be sure to keep an eye on them as they start to publish more work! (https://www.facebook.com/oneofawunderkind?fref=ts)
Miguel also has a side project known as Rapscallion Rues, where he tends to focus on folk music. It’s some pretty rad stuff. Check him out! (https://soundcloud.com/rapscallionrues) I threw together some quick design for my buddy Miguel and the band he’s in - Wunderkind. While they’re still a smalltown group, they are insanely talented. Be sure to keep an eye on them as they start to publish more work! (https://www.facebook.com/oneofawunderkind?fref=ts)
Miguel also has a side project known as Rapscallion Rues, where he tends to focus on folk music. It’s some pretty rad stuff. Check him out! (https://soundcloud.com/rapscallionrues)

I threw together some quick design for my buddy Miguel and the band he’s in - Wunderkind. While they’re still a smalltown group, they are insanely talented. Be sure to keep an eye on them as they start to publish more work! (https://www.facebook.com/oneofawunderkind?fref=ts)

Miguel also has a side project known as Rapscallion Rues, where he tends to focus on folk music. It’s some pretty rad stuff. Check him out! (https://soundcloud.com/rapscallionrues)

The curse of the stringed instrument player. The curse of the stringed instrument player. The curse of the stringed instrument player. The curse of the stringed instrument player.

The curse of the stringed instrument player.

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cinema folk and society in general

To make some moolah while endeavoring in my educational pursuits, I spend a lot of time working at a small, local, and independent cinema. Such a place has many advantages, and some cons to go with it. Getting free tickets whenever I want is certainly a perk. Working next to a popcorn machine in a non-air-conditioned lobby in Melbourne’s freak 45 degree heat wave for a week is not all that great. Thankfully, the good generally outweighs the bad.

I knew that this job would be the perfect casual position for me to have while completing highschool. My first shift there involved making fencing swords out of straws and cup lids, and dueling my manager behind the candybar. The staff there form a really tight group, and you’re never without someone to either help you out, or crack a joke.

I’ve watched as the cinema has gone from an older, rundown theatre to a flashier, modernised establishment under the new management. I’ve seen the old movie-reel projectors get replaced with digital high definition. I’ve sweated out long summers waiting for the slurpee machines to get installed. 

One of the greatest perks of working at the cinema, is being able to witness the great vastness of humanity that exists. Working where tickets are $8, you see every kind of person in existence; the families keeping a tidy budget, where the children are always saying adorable “thank you“‘s after you give them their tickets, the bogans who get aggressive when you explain that Iron Man 3 left the cinemas months ago, the lonely people who come in as part of their routine and just like to have a chat, and the people who try to scam you for free stuff unwarranted. My favourite folks however, are the elderly patrons who come in without fail to see the movies they value so.

They tell you stories of how they used to come to the cinemas as children, when things were only in black and white. This week I got to talk to some older women who recounted their experiences during the bombing raids of WWII after watching a movie on the subject. My favourite interaction with the older patrons however, is when I’m required to ask for presentation of a Senior ID card to receive a discount. 

After the ever-asked question of ‘What, don’t I look old enough?’, it’s always safest to reply with ‘Oh no, I wouldn’t believe that without proof!”. This is generally a rather well taken rebut, and the responses I get from it are priceless. "You cheeky monkey" can be replaced with "You smooth talking devil" or "You clever [profanity]". While being told that I’ll "go far in life" with that kind of response, the true value in it is the smile and entertained expressions I get out of it. It’s not as though it’s the only compliment or jest they’ll receive - it’s more about how strangers are able to engage in open, uplifting discussion instantly.

It just makes me think how sad it is that we aren’t more open to do this kind of thing on a regular basis. I take public transport on occasion, and I tend to stand in a lot of lines while waiting to get my lunch from Subway. Why is it that we’re so oriented to avoid interacting with everyone? I get that not everyone is social and may feel uncomfortable, or that maybe they’ve had a bad experience… but why are we often so hesitant to go "Hey, you’re a person. How’re you doing today?". Sometimes we’re able to strike up a decent conversation, but often times we’re afraid of making a fool out of ourselves, or afraid that it’ll just be awkward.

Henceforth, I suggest that from now on those interested in randomly embracing our fellow humans in uplifting conversation don a symbol. It would need to be visible, but not permanent - so no tattoos or piercings. You would probably want to be able to use your hands for other things while waiting to be talked to, so no gang signing. Constantly repeating “TALK TO ME PLS” is rather inconsiderate to the general public - so no chanting. As such I recommend that everyone interested in random social chitchat should wear a rubber glove on their heads. Or something link that.

boom social interaction get on it

wild things

There’s a rising Australian band known as San Cisco, and they’re receiving attention worldwide for their catchy, unique sound. Some people prefer sounds like “Fred Astaire” with it’s catchy guitar riffs, or “Beach” with it’s funky vocals. However, my favourite song does not earn its position in my mind due to either of these things. “Wild Things” impacts me so highly because of its message - and how its represented in the music video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h32_wNcjLZA

While possibly being an acquired aural taste, the lyrics really manage to hit home for me. Honestly, I’m cynical by nature. It’s one of my greatest faults. I generally see the bad before I see the good. I’m can be rough on those around me, and especially on myself. As a result, I often get sick of this negativity, but sometimes you just get weighed down with it, and get to sit it the filth like a toddler in a soiled nappy. 

That’s where the song comes in. “Wild Things” focuses on these negative thoughts, and the side effects they can have upon your life. Using the metaphor of wild creatures attacking, the song deals with how “the wild things will chase you down” and how “they’ll steal your throne and break your crown”. It specifies how “ it gets worse, late at night - After the long day, when you can’t fight”.

Maybe it’s because my music taste generally has me listening to songs which debate what a fox says, but I haven’t ever really heard lyrics which apply to this type of thing before. It’s pretty straightforward - you’ve got to “stay away from where the wild things play”. Everything that these wild things will present to you is merely but “a nest of lies”.

The music video reinforces this. Not much occurs during the video itself, but it’s the message of it that leaves its impact. Watching as two people have been chained down by such ‘wild things’, and then sent to their deaths… it just really leaves an impact.

Anyway, I guess the purpose of this post if just to emphasize that there’s no way you can overcome such wild things, if you are willing to get tied down by them. Sometimes you may not be able to break free on your own. Sometimes you need help from others.

"You’ve got the hatred that you,
You’ve always hated in you,
You’ve got to face them now”

It’s what’s on the inside that counts.

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my first smooch

Smooching is an activity, which when you think about it, is rather absurd and somewhat bizarre. "Hey, I really like you - let me smush my food hole up against yours." Isn’t romance just terrific? Anywho, humans are humans and habits carry on for whatever genetic reason.

My first encounter with smooching was a real kicker. Based on some statistic I read, it took place when I was younger than the average age for such activities. She was a little older, but not all that much. We tended to spend a lot of time together, and hung out in the same areas.

I’ll make it clear that I was not really ready for such things. There was still an obvious need for further emotional development on my behalf before I would be regarded as ‘prepared’. Then again, it’s commonly viewed that such things just happen when the time is right - there’s no exact planning or science to it. Was this the case with me? I don’t know.

It caught be off guard. I wasn’t really expecting it. It was pretty out of the blue. Being the oblivious male that I am, nothing but shock coursed through my mind as I realised what was happening before me. She was obviously keen to express her affection - but I was less so.

Turning my head aside at the last minute, I narrowly avoided the onslaught of misguided romance and scraped by with merely a peck on the cheek. Needless to say, the entire experience was more of a scary and negative one for me. I reacted in the manner which any other boy in kinder would have.

i told on her to the kinder teacher and had her change seats from next to me.