song for you..

my song for my little man

the coroner phoned my parents today, and they cannot find an obvious cause for nathan's death. we were hoping for an answer, but unfortunately got nothing. we're still further confused. i've downloaded a copy of the final pirates of the carribean movie for him, which i've put on a dvd. he loved his movies so much, mum was getting ready to take him to the movies just before matthew (my other brother) tried to wake him and found him. sad times indeed.

i had to go to the funeral home today to help with the preparation.. you wouldnt believe it, they have a coffin named 'the black pearl' so sure enough, thats what we've gotten him. (the black pearl being the name of the ship in pirates of the carribean)

nathan's funeral will be on thursday at 2pm. i'm not looking forward to it. poor little guy. he should be there, right now, on msn, messaging me as quickly as he can type (which wasnt very fast mind you) telling me of all the great new movies and games coming up in the next few months.. but he's not..

my little brother died in his sleep last night/this morning. i am absolutely devastated.

the little fella was going to be 21 in november. :'(

thats him in the middle with my dad and other brother.

his actual cause of death is unknown. he was picked up by the coroner and will have an autopsy. they say we'll know in a week.

i miss you already mate.

skating cheaply...

so today i wandered into borders to pick up a book to read. i never thought i'd get into anne rice but i'm moving along to the 4th book in the vampire chronicles - the tale of the body theif. anyway, as it goes, much to my dissapointment, borders had every single one of the books except the one i wanted, and dymocks down the road didnt have it either.

but what does this have to do with anything? well nothing i suppose, except for the strange people i encountered at borders. i had to step over and around people every corner i took, nealy standing on some kid in the graphic novels section of the store.. and the magazine section.. well, needless to say it was worse. i was beginning to wonder how this store made its money, with nearly every second person sitting on the floor reading books. the other thing i started to wonder about was if these people bookmark the books they read, or turn the corner of the page as i so often do.. i mean the last thing i'd want to do after paying $30 for a book is to get it home and find some cheap skates bookmark in the book, or find all these dog eared pages from where people have gotten up to on their latest lunchbreak.

the magazine and graphic novels sections were the worst though, as far as the quality of the books that is, they were all bent up and folded and falling apart.. i couldnt believe it. so anyway, off to amazon to get a book i suppose. stupid books stores never seeming to have what i want.

so the rather large neighbours with booming voices are out on their front porch smoking. i wonder if they realise that they talk stupidly loud, and seem to whisper louder. eugh.

loki and the dance of the tragic otter...

Yes, its been a while between hello's, but I find I have not a lot interesting to add to my little blog of doom these days. There is something about brisbane, at least I think its something about Brisbane, that kind of sucks the creativity out of me. i don’t know if its that I'm not hanging out in Collingwood with junkies and bums anymore, hence leaving no amusing antics to observe and then write about.. or maybe my askew view of the mundane goings on of life just isn’t there anymore, but something.. yes, something, it may have been that giraffe that stole my brain meats.. but I'm not so sure..

Speaking of giraffes, i want to give one some lsd just to see what happens when he looks at himself.. it'd be kinda "woaah my spots are made of lava" as he watches the dance of his funny looking coat. Hopefully he doesn’t freak out when he realizes that lava hurts like a bitch, and then run around screaming "get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Laaaavaaaaa"

I thought I'd mention something about my latest idea of money making schemery. I call it, the man-snaggery. An alternative to your 3am kebab shop stop, you could rock on down to the man-snaggery.. The ladies and 'trendy' folk alike will love it.. cause lets admit it, they all love a bit of man snag. It'd be a simple menu, like hot dogs with mayonnaise and an optional side of meatballs.. or hot dogs with one end chocolate dipped.. and once a month there could be special when you get chunky tomato sauce free with every mayo covered hot dog you buy. Just think, hanging out at your favourite club and then telling your friends you're just stepping out for a bit of man snag.