Unintentional Pauline Hanson Lookalike

Unfortunately the real P.H never did us all a favour and acted out the above drawing. No matter, time will make trivia questions of all the bloated fuckwads of the world.

K out.

Miscful Miscbook part Misc (etcetera)

HEY KAY! You ain't so bad (a lie).

Grateful Notebook part GIVE IT UP BECAUSE YOU SUCK

I am 100% aware that my art is shit, and my life is a wank and that all human endeavour is meaningless.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go repeat myself into a fucking phone 120 times.

More to come, I guess.

Grateful Notebook part NOW (fresh for Aught Ten)

You can expect much more of my hateful notebook in the coming inter-nights.

Did you fuckers know that Daniel Johnston is playing a solo show Feb 3, officially rendering the Laneway Festival null, void and probably impotent? GET MANIC!

Yup!

Shitshackled! Pens and hi-lighters and sweat and probably microbes of snot (2009).

Anyone else as excited as me at the prospect of Tony Abbott as PM? They're interviewing fucking Barnaby Joyce right now about seeing him in his (black) underwear one time. On the ABC, no less.

Tackle them fucking issues, douchenecks!

Misc: Etcetera/Assorted

Hot Hot Hits for 'Nought-y Nine

Perhaps the Universe was a Better Man in it's Infancy

Time vs. Space,
I used this as the cover on the first GGDD EP and because I like it, I use it as a picture on my award-winning* netsite webbed page.



*2009 Dustin Diamond Award for Outsider Excellence in Swearwords and Scribbles.

Black & Bright is the new Black & White

Gang of Nought, in a haze of heat & high-lighters.

Red Emptyin'

Redemption, drawn shittily by shithead, October 2009.

On a semi-related topic, come and see OK; Peligro! next friday Nov 6th at Rhino Room, Frome Street, Adelaide. Doors are at 1opm, entry is 6 bucks and we're playing with Undefined & The Half-Pints (VIC) and we'll be playing up to TWELVE notes (music).

Smel(l)bourne Cup

Is it just me or does absolutely nothing we participate in on any large scale in this culture make sense?

We're munsters.

I'm betting on myself.

Drink Coffee & Destroy

Let's Call it Off, pencils and whatnots.



This is the house that caffeine built.
Apologies in full.
K.

I, Noblog.

So what if I was a piece of shit for a while there and didn't update my site-page?


Let's Call it Love from the 'My Dirty Underwear' exhibition, Sep 22. Yeah, I know. I know...

More misc/ephemera to come soon.
This is K.

Rocking Roll!

Jobs are for chumps (currently, I am chump).

Come see God God Dammit Dammit with Juke Baritone (syd) this Friday Night (Sep 25) @ Crown & Anchor, Grenfell Street. Entry is free, humans under industro-capitalist monoculture are not. Doors are around 9pm?

Be there or be elsewhere.

General Miscellanery / Assorted Etcetera

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY(ER)!
2005 / 2006 era.




































Art school nude, probably the least awful of the bunch. Hey did I ever mention that I fucking hate charcoal? Because I fucking hate charcoal.

Apologies to model. I did not intend to make you look like sausage.







Square eyes phase, 2005-2007.
Too much TV most likely.

















FLIPPER!
June 2009, one of the best nights of my life.















Been kinda sick lately - watch this space for regular spewings again. In the meantime, endure the turds above.

Be excellent,
K.

Sunday heavy question time...

Had this gnarly dream where I was electrocuted. The toaster, I think, both blew and woke me up.

Could've been a contender...

I started this zine in 2005 and managed to lose most of the pages before it was finished. Disheartened, I gave up and decided to spiral into a shitstorm. Oops. I found this just before stuck in the back of one of my uni notebooks. Aw shit. Maybe I would've found it if only I'd been a better student and/or attended class. In hindsight the world was probably spared a few cringeworthy sentences, but still, I like the front cover. So, up on the world wired net it goes.

Grateful Notebook (Part two)

More scribblings. Craptor, E-kid-napper, Bopper Bear (badpaw), Brodown '09 and The Affirmation of Matt in all their unpleasantness. Endure!

i'm litigatin' it

So, McCurry beat McDonalds in court, and now after 8 years of legal battles the small Malaysian restaurant is allowed to retain their prefix 'Mc', which in their case stands for 'Malaysian Chicken'. How sad is it that McDonalds, largest "land-owner" on the planet, the very epitome of modern day capitalism, would actually spend 8 years fighting for this? Is it only me that thinks this kind of behaviour is pathetic and/or psycopathic?

Lets look at this as a hypothetical scenario. You're in Putrajaya. You're hungry. You decide that you would like to eat. You see 'McCurry' across the road. Do you;

A) Confuse the restaurant's (and it's menu featuring "Fish head soup") aesthetically different decor for that of a McDonalds restaurant (But who could possibly do that? People local to the area still know what a McDonalds looks like and can read their own language, and if you can afford to fly to Malaysia as a tourist, then you've seen a McDonalds too. After all, they're all the fucking same.)?

B) Confuse it for a McDonalds initially, but upon entry decide to settle for a curry, thus robbing McDonalds of the rightfully earned dollars your purchase would have yielded them?

C) Recognise it as a curry restaurant, because you're NOT A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT?

I think I know what most people would do. When does it end? Are we going to see "Don Muck-lene" performing "Bye bye Miss Generic non-trademarked Pie of the Americas"? Where do you greedy shitnecks get off?

Seriously, this reeks. I can't believe we, as a 'culture', haven't set fire to McDonalds, and all of its disgusting scummy ilk. I had to use the toilets inside one the other day waiting for a tram, man, I had to hold my breath. Did I miss the meeting where all we decided that the smell of SEARING HOT DEATH AND PIGSHIT was acceptable?

Does anybody else feel like they're just being fucking used by these people? They use of teams of psychologists to target herds of humans into the insane mass slaughter and consumption of sentient beings and use nasty, nasty chemicals to make sure that their food tastes exactly the same (wet/shitty), whether you're in Adelaide, Tokyo, New York or Putrajaya. And its not just them, all of these companies do it, all of them just commodifying death at our expense.

Anyway, the above jpeg is the sum result of how I spent my time during dial-tones today.

Be excellent, K.

Grateful Notebook (Part one)

Recent notebook scribbles (apologies in advance) mostly done on bus trips or during dial-tones.

Impending Rock/Roll

OK Peligro! are locking ourselves in a small room with King Collins on October 3rd and not coming out until a record exists.




"Shitdamn, I am stoked.
-Me.


(GRATUITOUS DEMO eMPeeThree HERE)

My Dirty Underwear

For Sale, $6.60 ono. Relax, I'm kidding (they're actually a giveaway), the title of this post also happens to be the name of an exhibition taking place at Grace Emily on September 22nd. I'll be putting some of my fartography up, and feeling inferior in the presence of (I'm told) works by Jakes 1 & 2, Mimby & Bekki and about seven others (not actually sure). All money raised will benefit Red Catherine (look her up!).

Here's one of my contributions, The Patriot. Al-x, come back to browntown. We miss your unwashed funk and power mouth.

I didn't take the drink machine incident so well

2004 Brutal Music Love Song (in Moody Blue)

All I can do is shrug now. I must've really liked the girl to let her touch my records.

2004 Late Night Total Mindfuck (in Snot Green)

I've only gotten worse with time. Oops.