tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898504695017372262024-03-08T22:34:15.037+11:00The monkey made me do itRamblings of a single bloke with a pet monkey in his head pulling all the strings.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-70400058343024481982021-09-20T02:54:00.000+10:002021-09-20T02:54:26.640+10:00Where is the monkey? A strange thing happened and it awoke something inside. I needed to come back here to see where I got lost along the way.It was not an epiphany. Not so focused or loaded with religious overtones. Just an idea tinged with a sense of loss for a different life and level of energy. It seems that entropy, not fear, is the mind killer.I regret to say that I don't like Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-84500049926295903852011-06-24T14:48:00.005+10:002011-06-24T15:05:04.305+10:00A voice from the pastAmazing the way that life moves you on some times.Truth be told not much has changed except the time and motivation to write have vanished. The outlet that once was this blog has not been needed and as such it has languished untended and unloved.It is sad to say that technical writing and industrial design work have sapped my creativity outside of work hours while keeping my brain at full speed Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-47343449005260594372010-07-30T13:47:00.004+10:002010-07-30T14:06:39.194+10:00Let the fur flyI have rediscovered the bush. My play thing is in full winter coat. Over the last number of years, no fur has been the norm in my boudoir. Not by demand mind you, it was just that was what had presented itself.It seemed that the order of the day was bald badger or if not bald then trimmed to the point that Ashley and Martin were salivating at the need for medical intervention.I had laughed outJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-36858431047268088612010-07-23T11:02:00.003+10:002010-07-23T11:52:03.577+10:00That dirty old fuckerAt what point do you become the creepy old dude? When is an age gap really an issue.I have been pondering this of late. I am pushing towards that magical 40. The marker at the end of your dirty thirties.It has been some time now since my last long term relationship and I wonder if I will have another. I honestly wonder if I am ready to compromise where I need to and open myself up again.To Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-84956707726576888882010-07-09T10:02:00.003+10:002010-07-09T10:15:23.919+10:00EnoughI am not one to whine but seriously this is pissing me off.I want to move on with my life and find that person. I want to share adventures, dancing, good food and laughs. There is plenty more of all to do yet.I don't want to be worshipped and coupled 24/7 but I want a spark and passion and focus when we are together.I want my toes to curl, I want to make your toes curl.I need smart and creativeJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-71953382218604503442010-06-25T08:43:00.003+10:002010-06-25T08:50:14.857+10:00Standing up for myselfSo I was stood upBut I got up and made other plansBigger plans with younger fansWhen my fun was done, I saw the textWhere are you now, what is going on?I got stood up and I need some funDeleteGet with the program, the wheel turns fastI've already moved onJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-55142232241235861272010-03-08T09:59:00.004+11:002010-03-08T13:58:50.119+11:00Old enough to know betterAge is a funny thing. Now more than ever I am convinced it is as much in your head as your bones.Right now my bones are giving me a gentle reminder of what I have done with my nearly 39 years so far but after the weekend just gone I am amused to know that I pulled up better than friends 6 to 17 years younger.As a side note, actually writing that number is a little shocking - It dawned on me justJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-33263689442664429882009-12-23T10:08:00.003+11:002009-12-23T10:14:49.460+11:00PremiereAs always, there are engagements and functions to attend at this time of year and strutting your new found single status is a little tiresome among old friends. It is so much more fun to shake things up with surprises.An old, old, like started school together old, friend returned to Sydney a few days back to premiere a film he had made. He is one of those people who ooze success and talent. He Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-66437746063972350852009-08-24T11:03:00.004+10:002009-08-24T11:12:14.345+10:00The problem with cheating I don't work in the city, I don't do suits. I don't do office drama and drunken Friday night shenanigans with the girls from abc bank/lawyers/brokers.It is not my scene. Just never has been.On Friday I was reminded why.I went into town to join a mate for drinks of the Friday evening office worker type.On arrival she greeted me with a smile and warm kiss. The sort of kiss in a crowd that says,Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-52820460975847577892009-08-18T11:52:00.002+10:002009-08-18T11:58:19.613+10:00The mark of a woman. I can't remember the last time I got a hickey.That ugly red bruise, like you have been hit in the neck with a high velocity squash ball.A mark that screams teenage passion, territorial marking and mischief most recent.Actually I can remember the last one...it was fucking yesterday.In a moment of mock rage I suggested she just cock a leg and piss on me if she wanted to mark me...there was a pauseJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-85251445919177661622009-07-17T11:44:00.004+10:002009-07-17T11:53:03.569+10:00Devil in the detailWhen I was a kid, I was a geeky, Star Wars loving geek king of kid.Sure I played with death constructing the jump of doom for my trusty BMX. I lobbed my self up and down cliff faces occasionally using a rope and some semblance of safety gear.I always wandered way too deep into the local bushland to see just where the creek went - and all of this before the days of GPS, mobile phones and parents Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-68428489102388285362009-06-27T09:28:00.001+10:002009-06-27T09:39:06.274+10:00How much is that pussy in the window?The guide books suggest you see other parts of Holland first so that you don't get the wrong idea about the Dutch if you go straight to the red light district in Amsterdam. Fuck that I say. Goldmember taught me everything I needed to know about these crazy Dutch basrards. All I needed now was to do some window shopping. Making the most of existing connections, I spent the majority of the day Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-50213685421120783612009-06-21T14:49:00.001+10:002009-06-21T14:51:23.190+10:00Digital monkeyI am the first to admit that I am a geek and early adopter of technology. I would however say that I tend to watch, wait and research a product until I know it will do what i need and in a fashion that meets my expectations.This post for example is being written on my new phone, the HTC Magic while I sit at the airport ready for another jaunt to Europe.Some have dubbed it the iPhone killer, for Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-73764307972394227212009-05-15T13:12:00.004+10:002009-05-15T13:29:21.506+10:00I'm a half twitIn the interests of riding another techno fad wave face first into the shallow shore break of the internasty I have joined Twatter to find out what all the fuss is about.So far it seems that the number of people on it does not match the hype and surprise, surprise, the updates are just as banal and silly as those on crackbook.Despite all this, I shall persist for a little while longer as I can atJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-19260135095183772632009-05-04T10:34:00.002+10:002009-05-04T10:41:33.246+10:00I don't understand.I have a dance partner and a lover.One was born about the time I finished school and knows none of my silly music, life or film references.She has an eternity of growing up to do, none of which I want to carry her through.She is slim and petite but almost too much so for my carnal tastes.She lacks the self assured sexuality I desire despite being able to turn on just enough to make the judges Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-42159892074996842712009-04-17T11:56:00.006+10:002009-04-17T12:21:10.376+10:00True LoveThe plan was simple, dance until late, return to my place and snuggle the night away with a lazy sleep in.Yes, it was a school night and the lazy sleep in was to be on a Friday morning but I am the boss so fuck off back to work and don't question why I am late ok?As I gently woke from my slumber and peered through bleary eyes at the alarm clock there was a confused recognition that the numbers Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-10502687700961599062009-03-26T10:14:00.004+11:002009-03-26T10:23:06.103+11:00Exclusivity in the modern dating game..What does it mean after one date, a bit of a snog and a few saucy text messages to get hit with the question "so are we exclusive?"It is a bitch of a question in my book because it is way to early to know the answer to that unless you are a 18 year old romantic that still believes in true love and in reality when it is ready to be exclusive, you should not have to as such a stupid question.Being Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-68896202196292069682009-03-05T00:13:00.004+11:002009-03-05T00:27:01.080+11:00The way it always happens...I have a mate who, along with his wife are Virgin Blue flight attendants. It is hilarious the antics they get up to and the fun they hare having.Unfortunately I am in that age bracket that is probably too old for Virgin Blue and too young for Qantas.Anyhow, having also worked for an airline in a different capacity in my deep dark past I had preconceived ideas about staff travel allowances. I Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-80606633353982841212009-02-26T17:05:00.004+11:002009-02-26T17:09:11.076+11:00A new year and an old friendBoxing day was every bit as much fun on the water as expected and many more afternoons like it followed. With new years eve rapidly approaching and no firm plans in place I did the only thing I could think of doing and put in a booty call to water bed girl.There was no commitment as she was trying to make something else happen. We agreed that there was a dance party to fall back on for the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-71005878154562999812009-02-11T14:22:00.004+11:002009-02-11T14:31:45.012+11:00Christmas continued..Yet again my enthusiasm for Christmas was failing fast.Cracks in my relationship with LTL were tearing open faster than the San Andreas Fault in 1906. Arguing over stupid shit like my choice of tree left me dazed.Christmas eve continued into an ever increasing whirlpool of negative vibes.Her failure to succeed in cooking some exotic rice based desert somehow became my fault despite me having no Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-88841863570169976532009-02-05T13:44:00.004+11:002009-02-05T13:56:23.445+11:00An interruption to regular programmingIt is that time of year. The heat wave that ravaged South Australia and Victoria is creeping up towards Sydney and it is making life a challenge.In the middle of all the heat I am trying to rehearse three dance routines and learn a whole heap of West Coast Swing from a couple of amazing dancers from California.To say things are a little insane right now is an understatement.I have danced every Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-87992282435820311692009-01-22T09:45:00.003+11:002009-01-22T09:53:12.025+11:00Thats not a Christmas bush!I did think long and hard about the offer.The longer I thought, the harder I got but despite the attraction to waterbed girl, she just was not the one.At the first opportunity, I set it out for waterbed girl. It was not going to play out that way. LTL and I were making a commitment so that took me off the streets or more to the point out of her bed.To say she was pissed off was an understatementJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-25076956031314797942009-01-09T16:21:00.005+11:002009-01-09T16:48:01.811+11:00Complications of the highest order.2009 is underway and I have already made a mess of things.Way back before I started blogging I knew this girl, she is just my type of person except she had a douche bag boyfriend, from now known as DB. We always got along like a house on fire and through various sport related gigs spent a fair bit of time together both in Australia and overseas. This was not a dancing thing.There were moments Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-63033592516102809512008-12-25T10:39:00.002+11:002008-12-25T10:44:13.220+11:00The fat man is dead to me.That is is. Christmas is over for me.Every year I have been good, I have bowed to the commercial pressure of Christmas and prayed to the fat man in a red suit for a Playstation 3.I look under my tree today - the first xmas tree I have rigged in years by the way - and still it is not there.Boxing day sales, here I come. If you want something good, it seems you have to buy it yourself!Merry Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289850469501737226.post-13074885619430411152008-12-14T11:14:00.004+11:002008-12-14T23:07:28.078+11:00Not dead yet.To quote Twain, the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated.The bike is yet to provide more danger than an increased heart rate and surge of adrenaline. It is still surpassed in risk by activities like kite surfing in over 30 knots of wind as per yesterday afternoon.Some how I have managed to retain my licence and all my skin despite the little red thoroughbred wanting to get up on Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15212665906591126286noreply@blogger.com5