Phooooooar!

The past few months have been weird for Ben and Meself. We've moved in together, told each other to get fucked on a number of occasions (Ben's mostly thought it, I've said it), almost every weekend with Marcus and another Good friend Marty we've come a little bit closer to God on the dancefloor, been backstage at LCD Soundsystem at Field Day, unexpectedly decided I am going to Uni this year along with Ben so have O-Week next week, and currently we are in the process of looking for another place to live (we've only got one and a half weeks until we have gotta get out of where we are now. Yikes! Hello boarding house). Ben's still unemployed and madly in love with the internet though.

The word 'uninspired' mainly comes to mind when describing my state of mind right now. In my vastly wild and erotic fantasies, moving out was going to be one huge love, blood, weed and ecstasy fuelled orgy of laughs, dancing and general hilarity. Leaving home was supposed to open up a Poppy field of sexy opportunities; everybody that passed through our home (both dudes and the abundant number of girls that would be inevitably coming in and out) walking around in nothing but underwear (actually guys can also wear a hawaiian shirt if they are so inclined) and surviving on nothing but watermelon and each other's good company. We would have intimate group baths together where we would all pile in, smoke bongs and discuss the evils of technology. After we started to wrinkle and got out, we would have a dance, read books ( not blogs) by the heater and talk about our favourite sharks. The cold and unforgiving world of the internet would have no place in our warm House of Green Love!

In harsh reality, an internet connection exists in our house on Darley Road and it sucks. It drains the will to live life out of all of the 4 members of our household, including Meself. When another guy isn't watching a million downloaded back to back episodes of 'How I Met Your Mother' on his computer, someone else is shouting at 4AM while they shoot people in the face on Call of Duty. And when that guy isn't doing that, Ben's zombie eyes are morphing into squares as he trawls through the Never-Ending Blogosphere, and lives for his favourite DJ's next Twitter update. What he is searching for, while the sun shines outside his window and the dwindling Summer days count down (there's only 2 weeks left!), I will never understand. Even when I get straight home from work I'll sometimes find myself jumping on fucking Facebook for a stalk before I even say hello to the others, then two hours later I'll realise my time (and youth) was sucked through the black hole of the internet known as social networking. Or I'll lose a couple of hours sleep because I've been mindlessly downloading albums I won't even properly listen to.

To be fair, we have fun at Darley Road too. Monday and Tuesday nights when we cook and eat together are great times. The same goes for when we go for a swim. The others have also been going to the pub together at least once a week, but I've been working so I've missed out which sucks. It just seems that a lot of the Darley Road household time is spent separate and on the computer, and that includes Meself.

In short, moving out of home has been kind of lame so far. However, I know it's not only the internets fault, it's mine too. Now I sound like a big weirdo, but I've had a couple of these dreams about Australia being invaded. It's probably because we rented Red Dawn recently and I've been thinking about Tomorrow When the War Began a lot, but maybe they are metaphorical premonitions. Technology is invading our generation's day to day lives and I honestly believe one day it will destroy the fun life our parents knew, and which we will probably be the last to know. The internet, and especially Facebook at the moment, attacks certain aspects of people's brains in much the same way as heroin does to a junkie's. It's like when I played Sims for the first time and was obsessed with it for the next few months. My time not spent playing Sims was spent thinking about the next time I'd get to play Sims. Then one day I just got bored of it and haven't played it ever again. I hope that's what everybody one day does with Facebook and eventually the internet.

But hey, I don't want to bring so many bad vibes to this year because I actually see change-a-comin'. 2010 is going to be great and filled with amazing adventures for us.

So basically if you read this, please just leave a comment to give Ben some inspiration to stop looking for some obscure 80s disco album to download in 320kbps and come to the beach with me.

PS. Dylan, Hunter S. and Kerouac never had Facebook or Youtube did they?

P.P.S. Risky Business 4 life.