Week in review from the cave.

So it's been bit of a mixed week round these parts.

Firstly there was the hair colouring episode. Now I dunno why it's so goddamn hard to buy peroxide but it is so instead of using afforementioned head burning chemical my flatmate and I try a blonde colour treatment doodad thingy. The result? The shorter parts of my hair go yellowish white while the thicker strip down the middle used for spiking up ala psuedo mohawky metrosexless goes a golden orange colour. Fantastic. So my mum's friend is visiting my neighbours and pops in to say hello, see's new hair colour and drags me next door to show the neighbours who just at that time happen to be actually on the phone to mum in the US. Walking through the door I am greeted with "what the fuck happened to your head?" At this point everyone continues to have laugh at my expense as neighbour continues into phone "Gawd you should see your son, he looks like a fucking poof."

Fantastic.

So I end up talking to mum and beside mentioning my fantastic new hair colour my neighbour had told my mum about just how pissed I was the week before. My neighbour thought this was hilarious (being I don't drink often) and gave me strict instructions to invite her over to join the drinking next time. Mum doesn't take this quite aswell. Being the stress ball and firm believer that "if it can go wrong it will" attitude (and she wonders why I have this panic attack shit, its bloody contageous) she's gives me the sad depressive "look I know your lonely at home and everythings abit rough (I did mention I was largely agoraphobic in the last blog) but you shouldn't turn to alcohol to feel better." As much as I find this as annoying as I do insulting, I consider jokingly telling her "no it's ok, I have drugs to make me feel better." Thankfully my conscious snaps into gear before my witty little remark has time to surface; my mother has no concept of 'sarcasm' nor does she of 'joke' and this particular little joke would probly have had her on the first plane back to Brisbane. I tell my neighbour what I had considered saying and she agree's it was better I kept my mouth shut. It's probly worth noting that my neighbours are well cool. Every second nights a party and I can easily get along with them.

Anyway hair comes good, its now burgundy / purple sort of colour and recent haircut makes it more mohawk than anything else. I am considering putting some black blue through either the whole thing today or portions of it. Will decide later.

In other news, my flatmate and I planned a BBQ yesterday and disappointingly only one person of the 8-10 invited rocked up. Even then the one person who turned up had work and stayed for little more than an hour and didn't eat anyway. Disappointing because some mates just seemed to all round forget, despite being reminded the day before, and they say ravers have the memory span of a goldfish. Nah it was all good, some ppl were sick and others had to go to work so not alot you can do about that. Love them all regardless....I spose :P Will catch up with them another time, till then my flatmate and I have a fridge full of cow and we sussed that BBQ out so we're eating damn well this week :)

So aside this not much else happening, nothing that I can remember being news worthy anyway (told you I'm a boring prick), hell the highlight of the week was probly seeing the ACA highlights of the Xbox360 promo. It's exciting (considering its a hobby of mine) and yet at the same time sad it rates as a highlight. Ahwell, heres hoping next week is better.

Suteki :)

Life beyond the cave....

So I might aswell start of talking about me, namely because this is my blog and well, I'm a selfish prick who likes to talk about me.

Some of you fellow ITM'ers already know who I am, some of you probly don't seeing as I dont post too often these days. I've been a member since 2002 (I think) and I was at some stage Brisbane General's answer to the 'General Forum.' This was atleast the days before the M&CE, Lifestyle and whatever other forum have since been added. Indeed these were the days before the great Thread Spamming of 2003, an act that saw one of ITM's most controlversial members permanently banned and another a semi-permanent ban. Also a time when the ITM Late Night crew posted more frequently and in large part consisted of members the likes of BlueSteel, JulesPlees, Iain, Bella_Boo, w0rm, Bushy, that guy that thought Paul Van Dyke wrote subliminal messages intended for him in his music and Random_Josh; the self appointed ITM'er making the forums all the more homo by his presence and then the others. Some of these members are still here, some have disappeared, some are probly on their hands and knee's at The Mansion........we won't name names but was an interesting time.

I discovered ITM after having my photo taken at tctcbn (Family) and joined as a partially interest; though it wasn't long before I was addicted to ITM like a fat kid loves cake, or maybe even a dag stuck to the asshole that is the ITM family. I'm not sure which is the more enticing metaphor but I think the second one sums this up nicely, a lovely ITM family whom come Tuesday suddenly turn into a pack of asshole's, come Wednesday however it's usually all good.

My introduction to dance music began late 2002 when an English friend of mine dragged me out to many a Brisbane club that would predominantly play a combination of Breaks, Drum n Bass and Hard House and / or Trance. From there the transition was made to Freeform and Happy Hardcore. Currently I have gone back to Drum n Bass and Breaks though occasionally I still have fond memories of tracks the likes of Breeze & Styles - Your Shining. While I still love the music my interest in the club scene has long since dwindled. Jaded? Not really, I still have the odd comment to say to the jaded types in the Brisbane forum, though I dont usually post nearly as often as I once had.

Now my connection with ITM remains through few factors: my connection with past and present ITM'ers in person, interstate ITM'ers I have yet to meet but will hopefully do so in the future and my contributions to ITM as a reviewer of video game software.

Currently I call home my little cave, its sort of a safe haven. My predisposition to worry and overall level of anxiety has made the past year and abit rather difficult, it may also be the reason my love for clubbing is now virtually nil. Leaving the house has for the most part over the past 15months resulted in having a panic attack and as such I havent been able to really go out and about like I used to. It's nothing unusual if I look back at my family history to find that all of my mother's family have suffered from this at some point; in many ways I am virtually mimicking my mothers condition from when she was my own age. Anyway, its something that I need to fix and I will, but it makes it kind of weird for the moment. It also means you probly shouldn't expect to see this blog and expect to hear stories of wonderful trips across the globe and around, right now the city is a big ask but hell I'll come up with something to write about, even if I have to venture out into that big confusing and chaotic world thats closer to reality than my current state.

Its interesting that for my current situation I actually live out of home...well I dont but I suppose on technicality I do. My mum, dad and sister (she's 9) now live in Texas, USA. I live in my parents owned house but right now, myself and a good mate of mine are the only residents. In one sense I suppose this is lucky, I mean hell, look at the size of this thing;

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Two young guys living in a house this large.....it's just not right, but hell who am I to complain (cept for when it comes to cleaning).

Living here without the parental units is the last interesting to thing to have happen and its still an adjusting period.

I may or may not update this blog, depending on how exciting my life is, wether anyone else finds it interesting or unless I suddenly decide your all a pack of wankers and I dont want to update anymore (actually ITM is full of wankers, you only need check the lifestyle forum for proof) but never the less I shall put something here sporadically, wether its merely regurgitating what I had for dinner the previous night or perhaps more random jibberish from the this here little cave.

Till then be careful; if you can't be careful - wear a condom.

Your resident cave dweller,

Teki

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