17 December, 2008
I've A Lumberjacket And I'm Ok
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but sometimes it seems like mX staff are writing these to try and bait me. Still, on with the show.
You might think I'm about to make fun of bogans or alcoholics or the dentally impaired, but you'd be wrong. I'd just like to point something out to anyone trying to find love through HLAY; anyone that eagerly scours the entries every day hoping to get a mention. A physically abusive mother with three front teeth who is drunk at 10 in the morning is the leading candidate for transport romance. Are you sure that's something you want to be a part of?
10 December, 2008
Please Tell Me You Didn't Sit On His Lap
Harley, I think maybe it's time to tell you the truth. You know how all those kids at school, and then everyone at uni, and now everyone at your job keeps telling you that Santa's not real? Well, they're right. I know we probably should have told you sooner, rather than letting you grow into a 29-year-old with a warped sense of reality, but that's all in the past now. Merry Christmas.
Also, I recommend you watch Silent Night, Deadly Night as a cautionary tale against anyone dressed as Santa.
15 November, 2008
There's Probably Stalkers Overseas, Too
I'll be on holiday in Europe for the next few weeks, so there will be no updates till I get back (unless mX has greatly expanded its territory).
During that time, if you see a Here's Looking At You entry so bad it can't go unmentioned, cut it out, scan it (200 DPI or more) and send it to me; heresleering at gmail dot com. I'll do a catch-up post when I get back.
Until then, treat each other well, be kind and stop staring at that girl on the way home. It's creepy.
During that time, if you see a Here's Looking At You entry so bad it can't go unmentioned, cut it out, scan it (200 DPI or more) and send it to me; heresleering at gmail dot com. I'll do a catch-up post when I get back.
Until then, treat each other well, be kind and stop staring at that girl on the way home. It's creepy.
11 November, 2008
10 November, 2008
My Name Is Legion, For We Are Many
My Puns Can Totally Beat Up Your Puns
22 October, 2008
20 October, 2008
Would This Count As A Bail Out?
Nothing against Asian finance girls, but it seems to me that soliciting chocolates via newspaper is not the best foundation for a relationship. I mean, there's not even a promise of anything further, no hint that it might lead somewhere, they just ask for more chocolates. Anyone that responds to that would have to be pretty gullible.
Then again, there are two of them...
15 October, 2008
At Least They Weren't Stomping The Yard
14 October, 2008
07 October, 2008
And Get Into My Arterial Blood Clot
Essendon't
Let me get this straight. Some guy asks you for your number. You want his number also. You think the best way to achieve your mutual goals would be to put an ad in the paper that he might not even see, rather than just give him your number.
All I'm saying is, there's a reason some of you people are still single.
22 September, 2008
Cue The Blue Velvet Quotes
Unsurprisingly, this entry from last week prompted a few replies.
Wow, did you not even bother listening to her? The one thing she said she doesn't do is coffee. That's like someone telling you they're allergic to peanuts, so you offer them a Snickers.
No, you moron, she doesn't want to play catch up! BABY WANTS TO FUCK!
This wins.
Wow, did you not even bother listening to her? The one thing she said she doesn't do is coffee. That's like someone telling you they're allergic to peanuts, so you offer them a Snickers.
No, you moron, she doesn't want to play catch up! BABY WANTS TO FUCK!
This wins.
19 September, 2008
18 September, 2008
Hey, You Can't Call Yourself Commuter, That's My Thing
17 September, 2008
That's The Same Atrocious Aftershave You Wore In Court
This one showed up the other day and I was going to leave it alone, but the number of replies today begs attention.
These are the boring ones (click for higher resolution). Way to sound nothing like a complete pushover, Dave.
Juice, you are one of the few people in this world who deserves true happiness.
Also, to mX staff: This is the third time in a week you've used "Man Hunt" as the heading for one of these (Fitzroy Girl, Dave and Anonymous on the 12th). Is that really all you got, or are you just keen on making Michael Mann/Brian Cox references?
16 September, 2008
Or You Could Just Talk To Her
15 September, 2008
I Thought Everyone Knew This
Second carriage from front, about halfway down. There's 22 of them, they all get on at approximately 8:15 am on weekdays and congregate around the doors. They enjoy the music of Genesis, Chicago and one of them is a big fan of Foreigner but won't admit it.
They are primarily herbivores and spook easily, but can often be found gathering near large sources of fresh water.
12 September, 2008
11 September, 2008
Attention Specimen - Coffee?
10 September, 2008
Commuting Is Just A Ride
05 September, 2008
There's Nothing Emo About Wonderland
04 September, 2008
03 September, 2008
02 September, 2008
If It's Good Enough For Bill Paxton, It's Good Enough For You
Maybe She's Just Concentrating On Avoiding You
27 August, 2008
Somebody Out There Must Be Needy For A Weedy Shy Guy
22 August, 2008
Are You There, God? It's Me, Awestruck Tall Guy
20 August, 2008
On, Lusty Gentlemen!
You again? I'm guessing your first love poem wasn't received so well? It's not yet been three weeks and you're already writing poetry to someone else.
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
I do admire how seriously you're taking the Romeo thing though - he's all depressed at the start of the play because he's been turned down, then instantly falls madly in love with the next girl he meets. My advice? Get thee to an apothecary.
19 August, 2008
14 August, 2008
I Assume They're All Busy Having Pillow Fights
What I love about this is how specific she is. I'm betting she's had to turn a few offers down at some point.
Girl: "Hey, you're pretty cute..."
Sarah: "Hang on, how old are you?"
Girl: "23."
Sarah: "Fuck off."
Girl: "Excuse me?"
Sarah: "Listen, as far as I'm concerned, lesbians are like apartments. I'm not moving in unless it has new carpet."
13 August, 2008
In Russia, Commuter Stalks You!
04 August, 2008
Disclaimer: "All Day" Means From 7:21 pm Onwards
Warren of Noble Park: when using the second-person singular simple past tense verb of “were,” followed immediately by the subject pronoun of “you” to begin a sentence, that sentence should end with a question mark to denote the enquiry implied by your word choice.
Everything else in your letter should guarantee you scoring.
31 July, 2008
Here's Lyric At You
Composed of three rhyming couplets, this deceivingly simplistic poem expresses a wealth of feeling and demonstrates skill with metaphor, wrapped in a tender declaration of public transport-related love.
The subject of this particular piece of poetry, the ‘fair academy maiden,’ is left intentionally ambiguous by the poet in an attempt to convey the uncertainty of unrequited love and longing affection. This not only helps the reader empathise with the poet, but also encourages them to recall their own memories of unrequited love, thus ensuring a more immersive experience.
After addressing his intended, the self-declared Romeo describes her as not only beautiful, but so beautiful that she is borne down with it (‘with beauty you are laden’). He or she understands what a weight such beauty must be to carry, simultaneously complimenting the maiden whilst demonstrating the ability to look past the superficial.
The third and fourth lines of the poem are fairly lacklustre and straightforward, expressing the hour the poet became smitten followed by a somewhat predictable personification of his soul as property. The rhyme present in this couplet is also the least successful, stringing together phonetic sounds that, whilst similar, do not match and are in fact jarring. It is possible, however, that the poet intended these lines as a clever play on the theme of transportation – the idea that falling in love on a train could result in something so pedestrian.
The lovestruck poet concludes with an ultimatum that the maiden meet him for coffee, providing a final accolade on the sweetness of her eyes. The juxtaposition of the bitter (coffee) and sweet (toffee) within the same notion speaks worlds about the poet’s view of romance, relationships and the unity of opposites; they would complement and balance each other if only they could be together.
A love poem worthy of recognition.
30 July, 2008
You Should Probaby Rent "The Crying Game" For Good Measure
Two days ago I posted this:
Today came a reply:
I like where this is headed. For anyone else who doesn't know what a Friend of Dorothy is, here's a helpful link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friend_of_Dorothy
Sounds like some hilarious consequences are in store. Now all you need is a girl and a pizza place and you've got yourself a sitcom.
Today came a reply:
I like where this is headed. For anyone else who doesn't know what a Friend of Dorothy is, here's a helpful link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friend_of_Dorothy
Sounds like some hilarious consequences are in store. Now all you need is a girl and a pizza place and you've got yourself a sitcom.
29 July, 2008
28 July, 2008
Wait, Does That Make Me Aughra?
First one: if you're a Goth you're supposed to embrace your loneliness, it fuels your shitty poetry.
Second one: Emo guy in a baseball jacket. Because nothing says Emo like America's national pastime.
I had to put both of these up at once to prove they ran together, but also because I have this theory that Goths and Emos are like the Skeksis and the Mystics, and one day they'll both journey to the same place and reunite, leaving us alone forever. As for why that hasn't happened yet, blame the fuckin' Gelflings.
24 July, 2008
23 July, 2008
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