tarantulatrash

merh.

Posted in culture, life, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on September 1, 2010

my camera is broken, my boyfriend has gone back to england, my house is a mess, i’m sick and i don’t know what to do with myself. i’m sitting on the couch crying, eating peanut butter from the jar with my finger.

woooooooooooo.

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Oh hallo, Mr ghost.

Posted in art, culture, film, life, lomo, lomography, photography, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on June 10, 2010

True ghost. I swear. Just floatin’ around in the house. Smenaaaaa.

I am horrendously irritable. It’s lasted a week. I’m hoping it goes away soon. Tonight I’m getting my hair done, which may help. It’s a month until my exhibition and I’m sooooo disorganised. I want so many things I can’t afford. I have 5 kilos too many on me at any given time. I’m sick of rude people. I’m sick of people talking mindless shit. I can’t tolerate it. I am a cynical semi-hermit.

I’m also going through a massive “I have no talent whatsoever” phase, which depresses me and makes me entirely unmotivated, and makes me feel like anyone could pick up a camera and take photos of similar or better quality and character.

BUT.  I don’t do this to impress people. I like the photos I take. No one else can take photos like I can, because they reflect me. They’re different, imperfect, and I have complete ownership over every one of them. (I have to keep telling myself that)

One New Years Eve.

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, fashion, indie, life, melbourne, photography, photoshop, street fashion, venting by tarantulatrash on June 7, 2010

This is one of my favourite photos, taken of Daniel and Bridie- two very excellent people, one new years’ eve at my old place in Kensington.

I’m off work sick today, waiting for the man from Jim’s Mowing to come around and hack my nature strip. My eyes won’t stop watering, my body aches and I’m freezing even though I have a woolen jacket on and the heater blaring. Blergh.

Yet another end of roll image.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, venting by tarantulatrash on June 3, 2010

I like.

I have had an interesting week, to say the least. Work has been hectic, reports for the kids are due and I’ve had to write around 50. This is one of the main reasons I’ve been such an infrequent blogger. That, and I have a few films needing developing that I just haven’t gotten to yet.

Jamie gets here in 12 days. I’m excited, but it still doesn’t feel real.

It’s been reinforced to me this week that you can’t take people at face value. Someone who has been very nice to my face, was the opposite behind my back and it really hurt not only me, but other people. Trust factor 0. Bit of a rollercoaster week, really.

I get very upset sometimes.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 15, 2010

I blame things from the past; people, environments, situations, myself.

I believe that some demons and insecurities, you  live with your whole life. If they can’t be eliminated, it’s best to ignore them, look after yourself  and just get on with it.

It’s time for a demon cleanse, and I have a lot of the little bastards.

Sorry!

Posted in culture, funny, humour, life, love, melbourne, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 12, 2010

I know I haven’t been as good a blogger lately, but I’ve been feeling like shit, been insanely busy and having a mini creative rut. Tonight, Jamie made me feel a whole lot better, by showing what he really thinks about my intelligent mind-

I shudder to think of what our children are going to turn out like.

I’m getting a film back tomorrow, with some good shots (I hope) of friends and Melbourne. Will scan/post/attribute words to ASAP.

Cage

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, philosophy, photography, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 4, 2010

Study sciences. Study specialist math. Study languages. Dux your highschool. Get into a course that requires a 96. Get high enough grades to be accepted into the academic society. Don’t do drugs. Don’t smoke. Don’t have sex. Graduate. Get a good job. Mingle. Don’t get tattoos in places that show. Smile at patronising people. Go to clubs. Wear colours. Eat 3 meals. Take out your piercings. Don’t waste your time on things people don’t understand. Date guys who don’t waste their time on art and music or smoke or look weird. Work full time. Hide your dreams because they are ridiculous and make people look at you with disappointment and confusion. Become a grade 2, a grade 3. Do a masters. Do a PhD. Open a clinic. Get married to someone with a successful career who doesn’t waste their time on art or music or smoke or look weird. Have children. Own a house. Get an investment property. Go to SE Asia for holidays. Read Twilight. Read Harry Potter. Read the Bible. Watch current affairs shows about neighbours from hell. Listen to Fox. Listen to NOVA. Believe in God. Don’t get angry. Don’t criticise. Be organised. Be tolerant.  Be a success. Choose reason over love.

Be what you SHOULD be.

I just re-read this, and realised it’s sort of like the opening to “trainspotting”. It’s not. It’s my frustration. I hate society, and its expectations. I want to escape.

formspring?

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, religion, Uncategorized, venting by tarantulatrash on April 4, 2010

I now have a formspring, but I don’t really know what it is. I’m assuming people ask you questions on it? Ask away. I’m currently frustrated because I really want to do groceries and the shops are shut. I will not eat tonight, just because some bearded bastard decided to die, and rise, etc etc, and people decided to believe it.

SO. TARANTULATRASH FORMSPRING.

Also, a bit of portobello.

Where is Dick? Dick is Rick.

Posted in culture, humour, life, literature, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 31, 2010

Today I bought my little sister her own copies of the “The Faraway Tree” series by Enid Blyton. Tonight, we sat down and she read me the first two chapters. I WAS SHOCKED AND APPALLED.

Not at my sister’s reading ability, or the actual story, but the names of the characters have been changed!!! MY BELOVED DICK AND FANNY NO LONGER EXIST!!!!

These are changes I am aware of-

  • “Dick” has now been replaced with “Rick”  (Due to the obvious slang association).
  • “Fanny” is now “Frannie”. Dear God. We all know why this is.
  • “Jo” is now “Joe”- because apparently Jo is a girl’s name now.
  • “Bessie” is now “Beth”. That is just pointless.
  • “Dame Slap” – who used to use corporal punishment on naughty children is now “Dame Snap”, and she simply yells at people. I’m guessing this was to avoid promoting corporal punishment.
  • Instead of saying things like “Good gracious!” , “I say!” and “Why, it’s simply ENORMOUS!” Joe now just says “Wow” a lot. That makes me want to kill myself.
  • Mother packs the children doughnuts in the new version. In the old version, they got sandwiches, chocolate cake and apples, and it’s quite likely that doughnuts didn’t even exist.
  • Instead of looking “fine” dressed as a clown, Fanny (Frannie) now looks “the real thing.” SPEW

This is political correctness gone mad. The book has lost so much of its charm, and I’m sure Enid Blyton would be rolling in her grave. I’m sure there are other changes, if you know of any, please let me know so I can add them.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

A retort so ridiculous I couldn’t respond.

Posted in culture, life, religion, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 26, 2010

I recently commented on this blog.

Over the past forty years successive governments have betrayed the indigenous white working class population of this country, our manufacturing base is practically non-existent, we have had every one of our home based industries sold from under our feet to foreign conglomerates which have in turn meant our manufacturing base is non-existent, the time when a 16-year-old could leave school and find a decent apprenticeship is long gone, everything today is short term contract based work, no job today has security which means one cannot look to the future and plan.

The majority of unskilled work now goes to foreign immigrants and this is causing great antagonism and anger, we are constantly being told by New Labour that foreign immigrants only do the work our supposedly lazy Indigenous workforce refuse to do, this is utter rubbish, the foreign workforce has driven down the wages of our workforce to the stage it is unable to survive on the wages that the greedy employers pay the migrants, If this continues and immigration is not HALTED then we will see civil war in this country.

We must protect our indigenous white workforce before others get employment, we must also give our white indigenous population first pick when it comes to social housing, schooling, and all medical services(NHS).

In some parts of our country we have over 150 different languages spoken in some areas, this causes great hardship on local services, schooling for our children suffers as the numbers of children expected to be taught increases/class numbers.

The other serious problem in our country today is the problem of the Islamization of our country and the hatred from Muslims of our country, our government has closed its eyes to this problem for too long and we are having to pay the price, the politicians have tried to socially engineer our society to be an ethnically diverse country, this experiment has been a complete failure and is destroying the indigenous populations culture and way of life, people need to sit up and look at what is going on around them…………”


My response-

I am Australian, and I will soon be one of those terrifying immigrants you speak of, to move over to be with my boyfriend. (Who in fact, is in the “Debate” part of your blogroll.)
I will be working for the NHS as a physiotherapist for children with disabilities, an area that is always lacking in skill and staffing.
Should they keep me out? Or is it ok, because I am white?

His response-  (If you could call it that)

It makes no diffrence to me what colour you are as I have previously stated on this blog, (NOTE, he specifically refers to his “white workforce” in his blog) I am talking about numbers and cultures.

Islam does not fit in with the western culture just as the wests does not fit in with Islam, they are totally seperate ideologies and cannot live side by side.

As for you coming over here and working for the NHS i think it is wrong, we have plenty of qualified people here already but they wish to leave their country of birth because they see their country having no future, they do not wish to bring their children up in a country that will not defend itself or protect it’s own heritage/culture or people.(I’m fairly sure this sentence comes to the general conclusion that “all the qualified people have left England, and there are no children here now, hence you contributing to our public health system is wrong”- WTF?)

And finally, yes they should keep you out, why? because we don’t need anymore here like your boyfriend……

OH, TOUCHE’. I AM OFFICIALLY SHUT DOWN.


I didn’t actually even know how to respond to that, it was that ridiculous.

How can people like this exist, and actually have supporters? Am I the only one that is actually shocked by the ignorance and stupidity of this guy? PLEASE comment to this post, I need to regain faith in humankind.

blerghhhh

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, venting, weight loss by tarantulatrash on March 21, 2010

Diet starts right now. yuckkkkk

B ack to Ballarat, for Aquatic rescue course, double yuckkkkk

I also really, really don’t want to put pants on.

I’m fairly sure I haven’t posted this photo before, if I have, can someone tell me? I can’t be bothered checking. LC-A+. Slide film.

Geoff

Posted in art, culture, life, love, melbourne, photography, venting by tarantulatrash on March 20, 2010

This is Geoff. I’m currently sitting on Geoff’s couch. I have no idea who took this photo. Geoff is incredible, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a friend like him. You should all praise him. Become his minions. I have to go to work now at the children’s hospital, I’m having a million yucks.

Addition- I found out that Chris took this photo. Yayyy Chris.

I’m not really sure…

Posted in art, culture, fashion, humour, indie, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, street fashion, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 19, 2010

Luke and Liam, circa New Years 2009? Lomo LC-A+. One of my favourites. Liam looks so utterly content.

It’s Friday, thank god, and I’m about to have a massive weekend

– Sister’s 21st dinner tonight in Bendigo (Happy birthday Paigie)

-Go to see Geoff and Kerry in Melbourne

-Work tomorrow morning at the Children’s Hospital

-Help Gianna drive things around in the afternoon

-? Gig on Saturday night

-Drive back to Ballarat Sunday

-Aquatic rescue course Sunday afternoon

So amongst all that, I MAY not have time to blog. We’ll see how it goes.

Off to work. blerghhhhhh

I miss England. I miss you.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 14, 2010

Every day I look at the world from my window

But chilly, chilly is the evening time.

Cheap Monday

Posted in art, culture, fashion, indie, lomo, lomography, photography, street fashion, venting, vintage by tarantulatrash on March 13, 2010

Cheap Monday. Lomo Smena Symbol. Dressing room courtesy of American Apparel, Jeans courtesy of Cheap Monday and  Daniel. He may have even taken this photo, I can’t really remember. So possible credit where credit is possibly due.

It’s a gorgeous day, and I’m ignoring the fact that my house is a dump and I’m going to the Ballarat Mill Markets to spend money on vintage clothing that I shouldn’t really be spending. I’ll clean the house tonight.

I’ve become obsessed with Etsy. Will post some favourite stores up later, but the sun is so shiny I can’t possibly stay inside. Today is going to be better than yesterday, which resulted in me coming to a few realisations about myself and ended in tears.

I’m really excited that after only a week, people are reading my blog! Thanks guys!

In the spirit of hating on the direction photography is going…

Posted in art, culture, funny, humour, photography, photoshop, venting by tarantulatrash on March 12, 2010

I found an old blog I wrote, around 2 years back.

Please, when reading this, understand that I am aware that the application of photoshop can result in some magnificent art, and some artists, for example Bastien Biomechanical Artwork (B. in my blogroll, who I will blog about later on) use digital manipulation in an incredible way. I just get quite frustrated with its overuse and the reliance that people now have on it, particularly when it is used to make their images LOOK like they were taken with film. It is one thing to make photography and image manipulation very accessible to everyone, but photoshop can really taking the artistry out of photography.


“I’ll be an artist yet”

I am yet to understand why people seem intent on ruining photography.

I went to a photographic exhibition a while back, paid my $2 donation at the door, and ended up walking out after 10 minutes in pure awe. not awe, as in “zomg what amazing work, I am truly inspired to better my own” awe. Awe, as in “wtf? I don’t even know what day it is anymore.”

The majority of photos in the exhibition were well taken, with great lighting, subject matter and composition. I was quite impressed with one of the featured photographers, a man called Bradley King- gorgeous black and whites of candid moments and beautiful macro shots with amazing vibrant colours. His photos, although edited digitally, seemed untouched- as though you were looking through the lens yourself at the moment he had captured. Beautiful photography.

The remainder of the work had the potential to be what I would consider “aesthetically pleasing”. That was until the photographer decided they would “move with technology”. They bought Adobe Photoshop CS4 for a cool $800 at Harvey Norman, took a night course, and learnt how to make their photos look like a three year old scribbled on it with a metallic pen, and then threw up on it. I have taken the liberty of taking these steps myself, somewhat-

-downloading photoshop for a cool $0

-playing with it for half an hour

-ruining a perfectly good photo

and I have included a demonstration of how you, too, can become an exhibited digital photographer.

It is as easy as that!! my photo went from this-

to this!!! IN TWO EASY STEPS!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be rich.

This is a dog.

Posted in art, culture, lomo, lomography, photography, photoshop, venting by tarantulatrash on March 12, 2010

I don’t have much of an explanation for this, except that it is my dog. When I went over to Europe, he slept at the foot of my bed for the entire 6 weeks, even though the other dog was sleeping on my mum’s bed. Do I hear a “Nawwwwww” everyone?

Taken with Lomo LC-A+. You may have noticed by now that I’m a bit of a fan of film. I’m trying to get as much use out of it as I can before it sadly becomes extinct, because of fucked up shit like poladroid.

I may try to find my old post describing how photoshop, although useful in some ways, can ruin lives. And photos. Put some effort in, and do the effects yourself with what used to be known as a CAMERA. fnwiuergvnnlmesdkfjgmiwrl

Bakery Hill Bastards

Posted in art, culture, funny, humour, life, photography, photoshop, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 11, 2010

I was a monster child, apparently. By Dev @ Dev-estate

In other news, I got home today and realised that the night before, someone had jumped on top of my car, cracking it and leaving footprints. This is but two weeks after my Valentine’s day package was stolen out my mailbox and thrown in the creek. ARGH. I live really close to the centre of town, which is great. Coincidentally, I also live near said creek, which appears to be some form of overpopulated haven of chroming youths with a penchant for methylated spirits and plastic jackets.

In my search for an appropriate term for these pieces of scum, I went to no other than Urban Dictionary. Upon searching the term “tiprat” I was then linked to the term “Westie”. The first, and voted as most accurate, definition that came up was-

A very under mannered person dealing in drugs and wearing raggy clothes eg: Dada!!!! Mainly found in Wendouree WEST, Ballarat.
“Get out of my garbage bin you fucking westie, it’s not my fault you couldn’t be fucked picking up your Centerlink payment”

Also in the top ten, was-

A westie is a person that wears clothes such as dada, starts fights (mainly in the rotunda outside Bakery Hill McDonalds, Ballarat), deals and uses drugs. The male version of a westie can vary, having tattoos, piercings, is involved with more than one girl and is most likely a father to a child somewhere. The female version of a westie, tends to have more than one child to many different fathers, they may have tattoos and piercings and tend to mouth off at other females.

Westies are generally found in Wendouree West, but can also be found in other comission houses in the Ballarat area.
They have common unoriginal names such as Steph and Joe.

You fucking westie! Get your drug-fucked head out of my fridge, and get out of my house!

Quite hilariously, I live around 3 blocks from Bakery Hills McDonalds, Ballarat.

I am planning my revenge.