Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Ye olde groupe

Over the years I have noticed that there has been a lot of groups poping up everynow and then, some stay others die out.
And with this latest group influx (if its not spelt right I blame the government), I have taken on the duty of creating a list so that said groups can be easily identified.

  • Skaters: A dieing breed, known for low pants and lower IQs often hang in groups of threes, can be seen in most local town, wearing backpacks full of well nothing, and wearing baseball caps.
  • The Fake Skater: These have only come to light very recently, after the unfortunate rise of Avril Lavigne. These can be clearly seen in any shopping outlet as the ones with the big pants, tiny tops and stripey ties, which they have clearly just bought at a well-known chain of shops famed for their cheap accessories.
  • Surfies (1): The laid back, stoner types that have that nothing seems to bother me look except that I'm in class not smoking weed.
  • Surfies (2): wanna be surfies, these types are overly aggressive, usually on account of the fact that they haven't had their daily weed hit.
  • Emos: Try hard goths who think the only way to be individuals and non-conformasts is to all dress alike and listen to the same music. Can often be heard having fights with skaters. all have black hair that they do flippy things with, their pants are the opposite of skaters in the fact that they are skin tight. The males are usually Bi.
  • Skinhead/Skip: Know for there low baggy pants and baggy shirts. They seem to lack the ability to use their arms when they walk, possibly because they are holding up said baggy pants. Can often be heard saying "Fuck (pronounced FAK) you cunt, wanna faking rubble cunt." Aviod eye contact with this type or they will try to fight you.
  • Indie chick/dude: much like the emo but with out the black hair, often listen to better music.
There are more but I got bored half way through......I bet you did too so see ya later alligator and don't forget your poxy-adhesive.
Im the moleman and your funny lookin'
MOLE OUT.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Fear of the non-believer


Christians, is there an other word that as much fear in the hearts of regualr people, well yes its Exam but that comes later, right now im focusing on Christians, they can scene when there is a theological discusion around and then home-in and strike.
"the bible says this......the bible says that.......the bible told me to kill my entire family."
I just think shut the fuck up.
But then again I have been known to say that to everyone.
Christians believe that any discussion no matter how far removed from the bible is always linked to the bible. Here are some quotes taken from real life christains.

"you know last night I had a dream a Jesus told me the answers to todays test."
"I don't care what you think, I know that the bible is true and I'll keep believing it until you prove otherwise."
"Can you believe that Thanh doesn't believe in god?"
my reply
"Yes. hes buddihist. Buddihists don't believe in god. because they have what you don't and thats the ability to take your life in your own hands."

Now, christians like to quote the bible, no, they love to quote the bible, it turns them on. So I thought Id share some bible quotes that christians seem to just flip past.

If your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and throw it way.
Mattew 5:27
....And the Lord was with Judah; and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could not drive out the inhabitants of the valley because they had chariots of Iron.
Jud 1:19 (see you can beat god just build shit out of iron).
All these signs should follow them that believe; in my name they shall cast out the devil; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpants; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover.
mark 16:17-18 (i don't see any of those bible bashing christains drinking posion and surviving nor do they heal other with a simple touch)
I ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.
Matt 17:20 (see christain you can move mountains so go ahead and see if you are really a beliver, go ahead do it.)

Well thats all i got so till next time Im the Moleman and your either with us or your against us.
MOLE OUT.

Saturday, December 31, 2005

How do you do? WHO? you.

I don't know why but for some reason, Ive never really liked mirrors. It may have something to do with the fact that they always seem to break when Im near them, or the fact that when they break I get another 7 years bad luck, or maybe its that when they break the pieces fly out in a reflective shower of pain and embed themselves into my skin causeing blood to stream out of the lacerations and stain the walls and carpets, which I am then forced to clean by my evil step mother and three ugly step sister (who next to me would look extremely attractive).

Boy do I have good self-esteem.

But seriously, I do hate mirrors, and its not for any of the reasons that I mentioned before.
No its the simple fact that every time I find a mirror, or similarly refeclive surface, they always end at my chest. So when I try to gazed deeply in to my green eyes, all I end up seeing the top of my beer belly and my man bosoms (I might add though I can make my man melons dance to the tune of the nutcracker, complete with encore).
And if I had a choice between looking in to my eyes, my only feature that doesn't send the opposite sex screaming as the attempt to all flee at once, or my beer gut and male boobies, then I would choose neither.....I would much prefer to stare at my wonderfully toned bottom.

Till I finish pulling shards of glass from my face I'm the Moleman and your beautiful. PSYCHE.
MOLE OUT.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Radio Waves

Ok I went to 3D and attended the "training" session, which was 4 hours of an old lady telling us what we could or could not say, we can't swear, or say anything defamitary, (I guess that means Lindsay isn't allowed to talk anymore) and we can't play songs that have to many swear words...and by too many I mean any.
And if the facist radio trainers weren't enough, I have to work with two "indy" people who think Tori Amos is in the same league as Twisted Sister, and think that Green Day (current) is a hrad core rock band.

But it's all worth it as I get to be on radio, and I get to choose all my own music, from a library of like 30,000 CD and 7000 vinyls, yah!

Well thats about the only thing thats happened lately, I think I'll go play basketball in this lovely 37 degree (C) day. Because its the new IN thing.

Till I pass out from sun stroke, or listening to bear vs shark, I'm the Moleman and your my favourite out of everyone, yes you, no not you the other one, yeah thats the one.
MOLE OUT

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Motivate This!

I'm doing ABW (aussie business week) this week, yah we won, and for some reason they think that year 10 students, need to be motivated (just because teachers are so drepressed because they entered a career with no future and didn't realise until it was too late, doesn't mean 16 year old kids want or need to be motivated).

So these moltivational people come in and the first one starts to tell us that everyone is perfect just the way they are, then the second one comes and tells us that everyone has something about them selves to change and that if they dont see it then they are blind to the light.

And then a third came in and told us that no matter what anyone says, what you feel is right (which opens the paradox of if you think she is wrong and feel that no matter what she says your right, you actually think she is right).

I also found that there is a common trend with motivational speakers, one they always SHOUT, (no matter what their on about, every SECOND word IS probably GONNA be SHOUTED. Is this because it makes their point more obvious or just because they feel the need to shout because it makes them feel POWERFUL).
Two they always tell you about how much money they make.
And three they always tell "don't take my word for it, go on google and chech the facts."
Go on google, go on google, why not ask jeeves, what is it too inferior is google now the only search engine or is it just that google is now paying all motivational talkers to send people to their site.

Maybe I should try that...although the motivational speakers would have to be contempt to be payed in cans.

Well thats my little rave for today.
Till you find a better page (like thats hard just "go to google") I'm The MoleMan and your pathetic.
MOLE OUT.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Fun With Dislocation

Today I dislocated my index finger, and then popped it back into place. And as I type this, I keep using it to push the keys.

But on to more pressing matters and that is the fact that right now I am worth around $2.24 Million.

Okay so I not really worth that much, but in the ABW, I am.

But now on to even more important info, very soon I will have my own radio show on 3D thats 93.7 FM in Adelaide, tuesdays at 4 pm.
So if youd like to hear your name on the radio just say so in the comment section.

I'll leave you tonight with one of the only good pictures of me (and thats saying alot) which was taken on friday night about 30 minutes before I got plasted, so I was a little tipsy. Yah.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Broken...like my heart

Dumped...dumped...dumped, it couldn't have have come at a better time.
Parties are just about to happen, and i'm heading into year eleven, if I had a girlfriend than what would I...oh who am I kidding, i'm so sad, I'm destined to be lonely.

Until the next one and then it's gonna be all lovey duvvy, kissy kissy, no pants any more, sexy sexy sex sex.
Oh who am I kidding there aren't gonna be any more, I've struck out in the world series of love (thank you *M*A*S*H*).

Well I'm too drepressed to be funny (as if I'm ever funny), so I'll read you a song I wrote:

I wanna tell you, you're special.
I wanna tell you, you're great.
But I was brought up never to lie,
so tell you that, would be a mistake.
(piano solo)
I wanna tell you, you're sexy.
I wanna tell you, you're hot.
But to me lying is wrong,
so telling you i'm not.
(meaningful 80's guitar solo)
I'm not gonna weep,
I'm not gonna cry.
mainly beacause my tear ducts are dry.

thank you and good night, try the veal.

till I find the love super glue, I'm the MoleMan, and you may be the next MoleLady, so look out.

MOLE OUT.