... and heres another post, the second in consecutive days - strange that considering it used to take a fair bit of force to tempt me to write more than once a fortnight. Maybe writing to a 'dear diary' (something I was far too lazy to do as a child - actually writing down my own thoughts that were stupid enough in my head the first time always sounded just a little silly to me) is actually cathartic; sort of like an extra dose of maxi-lax for the mind - clearing the soul and the bowels for the passage of more psychological disturbance. Maybe now I can appreciate why so many sad-sacks are uploading diary entries on mass onto locked diary sites that nobody can read - clearing their minds and putting it online to go with other vast amounts of shit and pornography. But do they actually do any good? I riddle you this, if your not comfortable sharing those feelings with your peers then has the process of catharsis really purged your mind from the plaguing thoughts??? Secrets only dwell.On other news it was like Christmas weeks early again today, with the arrival of Dark Alba Season 1: Part 2 (DVD), Live at the Chapel (DVD), and Morning View (CD) into my rusty old letterbox this afternoon. The real joy of this being that I only paid for Morning View (and at half the retail price I might add) and the rest are all freebies to keep as long as I spend the time to review them – which is really what I should be doing now. Perhaps diaries aren’t a cause to purge but to procrastinate. Either way I’m hoping that these new found shiny discs will replace the void in my heart that has been left by the shitloads of crappy television shows that now dominate our tiny 34cm cathode ray tubes.
In fact I think its reached such a drastic level that there needs to be a senate inquiry about the absolute fucking shite that the free-to-air networks are now making us endure. I’ll be looking for people to assist me in a Federal government sponsored (via centerlink of course) research program that will investigate the correlation between the growing numbers of troubled teens and the increase of Canadian programming on our television screens. I don’t believe this co-incidence (like the co-incidences of online arrivals) can go any further without being addressed, and I’m pointing my big dirty finger towards those Northern Yanks. No longer can we blame the Americans with their stupid red, white and blue. Nope, now its time to ‘BLAME CANADA’ with their red, white, and red again (…and while on the topic, who seriously thought that a maple leaf would make a an appropriate flag emblem? The union jack might be lame, but a maple leaf?!? Seriously……). Degrassi Jnr High was one thing, but who’s going to sit back and accept our fate as people like Tom Green, William Shatner, Mathew Perry, Jason Priestly and TV’s Eric Roberts influence the minds of our youth. Can we ignore the problems caused by those cranky-arsed Canadians like Hayden Christensen, Keifer Suttherland (who might not be Canadian, but his dad, the legendary Donald Sutherland is, which certainly explains Keifers emotional conflicts) and K.D. Lang as they tell our kids that its now ‘cool to be cranky’??? No we can’t! We need to ‘be staunch and stand tall’ and defeat this Canadian Menance before it spawns a series of sequels.
Of course this doesn’t include the young Avril Lavigne, who should pack her bags immediately and come to the sunburnt country, the land of sweeping plains, of rugged mountain ranges, and hooome of moisty-pants… – I have always liked that poem. :D
Thanks must go out to gavin-joel for being the only one who responded to my desperate plea for guestbook attention. As said in the previous post, we are insecure and emotional artists that need to feel love and compassion. If I don’t see a slew of guestbook entries soon I might be tempted to write really really REALLY sad songs, about lost love and emotion sickness before I disappear into the night and wait for the tabloids to spread rumours about me not really being a poet, but just a common poofter, and then return like the phoenix from the ahses to show off my new beautiful girlfriend who has torn away with her own hugely successful music career (as well as a 3 year stint on neighbours). Yup, if a cripple can do it then why can’t I!?? So there I go then, I challenge you not to write guestbook posts and then we’ll see who’s laughing, It might not be the greatest view when my knees crack in underneath me due to crippling arthritis but at least I’d learn to luv my life.
Thats all for me tonight.
Love,
Jakey (Johns) Jamieson.
P.S. I shall now apologise for those terrible Gavin Woods style puns there – far too much Countdown with Molly Meldrum for me.
P.P.S. you might be thanked for your guestbook entry Gabba, but the “…” introductions to diary entries are MINE! Seriously dude, why don’t you just write for The January-3 Network instead of just pilfering all our ideas?!?!?!?!
