She'll Be Daijoubu Desu, Mate
@inferneaux
They/them, 30, Canberra, Australia Philosophically opposed to AI, fascism, and paid parking. Enjoyer of sketchy cars, horny art, and live music.
I woke up this morning so bloated with gas that I had to slap one of these on my car before driving to work.
Another day, another thing to add to the list of "Good things either nearly or completely spoiled by Harvey Weinstein". Today's thing: The theatrical release of Tarsem Singh's 2006 film The Fall was delayed by two years because fuckhead couldn't understand the plot and decided not to distribute it.
In this week's news from Normal Island, the man who has a lawn mowing franchise has written a book about his theories on breeding.
I find it deeply moving that one of the first brands of records was called "His Master's Voice" and their logo was a dog sitting in front of a gramaphone. At the same time, I'm listening to an album my best friend sang for and it feels like he's in the room with me.
I'm sick of my co-workers feeding my carefully written emails into Copilot for an inaccurate summary. I'm going to start adding weird lines in white text below the signature block. Here are some drafts:
I have a 1998 Holden Rodeo dual cab. The clutch gave out last week, but no matter what, I still love it. Just a great workhorse.
Not quite my home region, but nearby. These are from the Snowy Mountains in New South Wales, Australia.
Share a 90s movie you think deserves more love. (Runner up was Pleasantville)
WHS put up posters detailing good stretches to do before beating the entire fuck out of a colleague. Too much time lost from pulled muscles, I guess.
I would like to wish John Howard a very hurry up and die already.
Going to steal one of these signs and hang it at the entrance to my bedroom.
Have you watched Apocalypse Hotel? One of the characters is a tanuki MILF.
My horny arse can't even read an electronics catalogue in peace. Side note, I discovered the sequel to breedable.
Ended up playing Date Everything for a fun bit of escapism and the fucking game hits me with this line.
Made a flower out of brass and copper sheets. Gave it to the most beautiful woman I know. We'll see how it plays out.
Your pfp is your therapist. Well, I'd end up with at least one bass-guitar-related concussion, but I think she might actually help me out a bit. Might learn to hit a satellite back into orbit in the process.