Below are the 19 most recent journal entries recorded in kungfueyebrow's LiveJournal:

Sunday, March 19th, 2006
12:46 pm	Let down the family. I am a fuckin' pussy. Yeah, which side is more more of the piss pot, the side from Ireland or the side from Scotland. Well, the answer is niether. On St. Paddy's Day i didn't get even the slightest bit drunk. The family are thinking of disowning me. Why oh why can't i be an alcoholic like my old man. Why? Current Mood: Blank. Current Music: SNL Intro music (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 4th, 2006
11:39 am	Oh, by the way. Does anyone have any ideas for disfunctional superheroes or retired superheroes for some fucked up. manic little short stories. Any ideas would be a good start. Go on, brainstrom you lazy bitches. I dare you to create something great. Current Mood: productive Current Music: Serenity Soundtrack (Comment on this)
11:16 am	People Get Old. Its my little brother's 21st birthday today. My Little Brother! I feel so old. My girlfriend is 21 to, to i've not only been old for a while, but i've been a dirty old man. (Anyone out their older then me, let me say "You poor Bastard") (That doesn't include you Fezz) We've got a big party/dinner thing tonight at the Fucking Shaft Taven of all places for the usual family and friends. I want the little bro and his mates to be there, but are the family necessary. Dad and Step Dad will get drunk and have at each other, mum will get drunk and horny, one sister will be stoned off her tits and the other will be stressing out over her two kids. Add shit venue, loud friends and alcohol, heavy food and timid girlfriends and it could be bad. Very, very bad. And my birthday is next week on Friday the 10th. i turn 28. Let's do drinks or some shit like that. I'm ready for booze. Current Mood: Fucked if I know Current Music: Bon Jovi (Sorry) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 27th, 2006
1:11 pm	And Here We Go Again. I refuse to be apart of any of this shit any longer. Everything that goes down in and around the circle of frineds Jen and i get dragged into. For some reason, we end up being the people everyone wants to talk to. No longer. I will listen or talk about it. Any of it. I am sick of the betrayal, lies, backbiting, the holier than thou attitudes, sympathy fishing, false cries of injustice and people ignoring each other. As far as i'm concerned, your on your own. This office is closed. I want my friends back, and if i can't have them, then i want none of you. Good Night and Good Luck. Enjoy your own company, i know i will. Current Mood: At Everybody. Current Music: Frank Sinatra (Comment on this)
Monday, November 28th, 2005
12:37 pm	A Friend in PORN. When your feeling blue Don't know what to do Sitting all alone Waiting by the phone The world is so unfair No one seems to care When your dreams are ripped and torn You've got a friend in PORN. Thank you for the PORN I Know other folks may scorn The constant mindless sex And the crude special effects It gets you through the day Whether your bi, straight or gay When you wish you where never born You've got a friend in PORN When the night is long Everything seems wrong Your love is on a shelf Your forced to touch yourself You reach for your old friend The pleasures never end And i think you'll find Its a freind you can rewind Thank You for the PORN PORNY, PORNY, PORN PORNY, PORNY, PORN You've got a friend in PORN. Current Mood: Playful Current Music: Sean Cullen. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 20th, 2005
1:29 pm	And in Good News... It looks well for the kungfueyebrow at the moment. I just scored an job that 1) I can do 2) I am prefect for 3) I can do even with Uni next year 4) And is fycking impossible to get. I got my ass a job at JB HI-FI. So how do you like them apples? If you already know this then fuck you, you need to hear it again. Well, i'm off to have a dump. Bye. Current Mood: Ramone-ish Current Music: Ramones (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:12 pm	What to do? Why is everyone so hard to get alone with these days? Everyone's little personality faults are all coming out at the same time. Friends are being arseholes or being depressed, people are becoming more eratic and hyper, conclusions are being jumped to, double standards are everywhere, and no fucker wants to talk to anyone else that could help (and they definetly don't wabt to listen) and they all seem to be fishing for pitty or sympathy. Wake up to your fucking selves for fuck sake. The world and your lives are not as fucking bad as your think they are. There are people out there, you properly know one of them, that have had a harder time than you. There always is. So get the fuck off your high fucking horses of self fucking importance and stop dropping the poor souls into the middle of all your shit and don't force it on anyone. Be a normal fucking human being for a fucking chance, because after a while, over two months, all your problems get boring and flat out annoying. Your friends will get to hate hanging out with you. Wake up and care about other people. Current Mood: Take a wild guess. Current Music: Silence (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
10:36 pm	HELP! Jen and i are moving on the weekend. We need help. We need help with transportation to move large items about four maybe five blocks. Either that or someone who can drive a manual. There is free beer in it for you. Furry Frog if your out their, that's means you too. Current Mood: Same as Last Time Current Music: Same as last time (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:28 pm	Read This OR Die! THE MODERN MAN. Part One. I'm a modern man, digital and smoke free; a man for the millennium. A diversified, multi-cultural, post-modern deconstructionist; politically, anatomicall and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multi-tasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new-wave, but I'm old school; and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-heatted cool customer; voice-activated and bio-degradable. Current Mood: Sleepy. Current Music: The Wheels in mt head. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
12:08 am	oh, on other thing. THE MOST CLICHED MOVIE LINE Ii is thought that the most cliched line in screen history is 'Let's get out of here.' A survey assessed 150 American movies made between 1938 and 1974 and found that no less than 84 per cent of Hollywood productions use it, 17 per cent more than once. So ID, EGO AND SuperEgo, Let's get out of here. Current Mood: Fuck, you tell me. Current Music: the fleas in my beard playing bongos. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 6th, 2005
11:46 pm	Everybody is sleeping. its quarter to midnight and everyone is asleep. if i stand in the hallway the many snoring people are produding a night time nasil opera that scares the hairs of my coin purse. Is it just me, or do you feel like just yelling random shit out in the middle of the night just to be a prick. Come on, anyone? Maybe its just me. ok. Let's think up some weird shit. Be careful who you befriend. They will eventually ask you for something. Wouldn't it be fun if, all at once, everyone just forgot everything they knew? Cosmologists are just now beginning to accept the possibility that the big bang was actually caused by a huge explosion in a meth lab. here's something you can't do by yourself: practise shaking hands. A children's museum sounds like a good idea, but i would imagines it's not easy to breath inside those little glass cases. You know what you never see? A really good-looking homeless couple. If i ever have a stroke, i hope it will be early in the morning, so I don't take my vitamins that day for nothing. Ignore these four words. Christians must be sick in the head. Only someone who hates himself could possibly think of the pleasures of masturbation as self-abuse. I can't wait for the sun to explode; it's gonna be great. Just three billions years. I'm so fucking impatient. Advice ti kids: Get high on sports, not drugs. But if there are no sprts in your neighborhood, go ahead and get high on drugs. That is all. Current Mood: I have no idea. Current Music: My snoring girlfriend. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 5th, 2005
2:36 pm	Cool Job Prospects Check this shit out. I may have a job soon as a freelance journo for Filmink Magazine. If i do get it i could be reviewing films and interviewing people at 5 cents a word or reviewing DVDs and CDs for free and keeping the discs. It may not sound like much, my liitle droggies, but it is an area i want to get into. It is very much one of my dream jobs. I feel pretty. oh so pretty. So pretty and witty and fine. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Bad 1990's (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
4:24 pm	Scared I ate a popadom today without breaking it. I shouldn't be able to actually do that. Current Mood: Awe Current Music: The Smurfs (1 Comment |Comment on this)
4:13 pm	And another thing. Some walking after birth came up to me today, after almost running into half a dozen people because he was walking while looking up at the sky, stop and stood in front of me not more than 5 cenimetres from my face and said loudly, 'What do you think of the weather?' You fucking idiot, wasting my time with that stupid question. This is the same guy who come up to people in 45 degree heat and say, 'Hot isn't it?' Fuck you, make up your own mind. How unsure of the world must you be if you have to ask other people about obvious things. I mean, in wasn't even small talk. So i told him that i thought the weather was a very good system, walked off and lit a smoke. Current Mood: Guess Current Music: Angry Slience (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
1:42 pm	Let us continue Fucking Society. Part Two. Part of the problem, i went on - now easily as loud and obnoxious as the fashionists and wannbe movie moguls - is that I could remember a world in which nobody ran. Can you imagine? Where the sight of average joes puffing along the street was bizarre and new and you wondered what on earth they though they were doing. Now running is the new giving to charity. Running is the new wisdom, the absolute good: the modern ritual walkway to the god's appoval and beneficence. Run, and you will be successful; run and all will be well. If we were in charge of the Catholic Church then sainthood would be conferred strictly according to the time the candidate spent wearing Nikes. 'Yes, sure, Father Brian did good works and saved lives and stuff, but what were his splits on the mile? Father NATE/ Forget it, dude. That guy never ran a half-marathon in his life.' We have lost all sense of proportion, of what is important or reasonable or sane: while around the world the countries which don't have the time or luxury for this BULLSHIT are getting ever more pissed at us for behaving like we own the whole playground. But who cares, right? Here's another dumb movie about wacky teens! A great new diet is racing the charts! J-Lo got herself some new bling - just look how damned pretty it is! Who gives a crap what's happening in dusty shit-holes where they don't even speak AMERICAN? (yes that's right American). Life's great! Crack open a decaf Zinfandel! I ran out of steam and drink at exactly the same time. Young people on nearby tables were staring at me as if I'd declared the three-act structure null and void. 'Fuck you,' I suggested, loudly. Everyone turned away. Even she was looking at me, one eyebrow raised. 'The Prozac really just isn't cutting it, is it?' 'The world is fucked,' I muttered, embarrassed. 'Everyone in it it fucked too. Roll on Armageddon.' END of Part Two. Lap it up. Current Mood: George Carlin Current Music: The Doors (3 Comments |Comment on this)
12:33 pm	Fuck Society. Part One. As I got more drunk the people around me seemed to get louder an more obnoxious. The chatter was of the movie business (of course), of money, of health and weight, of fashion. The more inconsequential the subject the louder they seem to want to talk about it, an endless prayer to the gods of fate. I got more and more cranky until she was sitting silently while I ranted. Fashion makes me furious. It always has. This summer we're all going to be wearing vermilion, are we? Says WHO? When we see a bikini made of squares of blightly coloured plastic, why do we pretend anyone will wear it? No one will ever wear it. Ever. No one. So what was the point of the designer drawing it, showing it to other people, eliciting their ooh's and ah's? All of these activities took time and money, as did the marketing and the bookingof hotels and equipment; all of it moved to and fro via the gas-guzzling limos and airports of the world until the action reached a beach somewhere exotic so an over-paid buffoon could photograph a skittish smack-head in a garment which NO ONE WILL ACTUALLY WEAR. The whole episode is a hypothetical. 'If you looked like this model (which you don't) and had the money to go on vaction to places like this (which you don't) and could further afford to pay a head-spinning amount for a smiwsuit ($1000 - have you lost your fucking MIND?) ...then you might wear this - if it didn't look comfortable, modish and plain howling stupid (which it most certainly does).' This, I snarled at her, is what capitalism does to show off. It's our culture flopping out its dick. 'Hey, you shadows in the non-western chaos - just LOOK at our surplus capacity. If we can piss all this time and effort away on such useless, vacant crap, then just IMAGINE the quantities of gold and guns and grain we must have stashed away, how well fed and happy the citizens of Our World Inc. must be.' Except they AREN'T all happy, and some of them aren't very well fed - and as time goes on, this fakery becomes all there is. But nobody knows or cares what happens behind the lifestyle billboards, because life for the people who matter just keeps getting better. The toddlers have taken over the asylum, and they're having everything made child-friendly to fit. They've turned smoky, cool coffee shops into places where the healthy go to iBook the Deep Thoughts; made fuggy, scary bars into places that look like airport lounges and feel like the Personnel Relaxation Facilities of futuristic megacorps. I was in a bar recently and it smelled of INCENSE: how fucked up is that? Not smelling of smoke is nad enough, but spiced lavender? Inside is not supposed to be fresher than outside, can't they see that? The whole country is turning into a muffin-padded nest where the MBA's and soccer mums can sit reading their books on how to love themselves more, as if that could be remotely possible. And they can't achieve this by setting up dedicated shrines for thisungodly self-absorption, they have to change all MY places, the dirty and average and unexpected, so they're exactly the same. END OF PART ONE. Current Mood: Bill Hicks Fucking Denis Leary Current Music: Soundtracks for horror movies. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 1st, 2005
3:05 pm	Why Lyrics? What the fuck is with LJ posts and fucking song lyrics? ok, i understand that you think they reflect your mood. THEY DON'T. They reflect the songwriters moods. By all means identify with them ajust don't ask us to. This section was stolen from a verbal rant from the furry frog. Bugt it reflects me mood. So put on your red shoes Major Tom. Current Mood: Denis Leary Current Music: Cherry Poppin Daddies (Comment on this)
2:39 pm	Cause and Effects. I'm sitting in my room this Melbourne Cup avoiding the six or so booze hounds sitting in the lounge room. No one informed my of this, no asked if i minded, it just happened. My roommate Paul, you know this ass, is in there as the ringleader, the centre on attention. He should be in the centre of a black hole by know. When you live with other people everything you do in the house effects the other people living in the house. Like wise when you bring outside problems into the house, it effect everyone's mood in the house and the way they interact. Liss has said that she doesn't feel welcome in this house, well she fucking shouldn't. But what Paul is doing with Liss and the other members of the Paul is a Pussy Pose, they are making both Jen and I feel unwelcome in our own house. This whole house should be our home, but we retreat to our bedroom to escape the bullshit Paul has put us in the middle of. A butterfly flapping his wings in America will cause a hurricane in China. Paul thinks he is the centre of the universe, he sucks the life out of the house. Bring back the honour code of the old Medievil kinghts, at least they dealt with real betrayal quickly and absolutely. Stalker signing out. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 1st, 2005
8:35 pm	Serenity Rocks. This is my first entry into LJ so i'm going to give you all some advice. Fucking go and see Serenity. Joss Whedon writes and directs the movie follow on from the his tv series "Firefly", a show cancelled in its first season, and makes one of the best sci-fi action adventure movies in history. George Lucas should take writing and directing tips from this man because it was fun fast and enjoyable as the first three star wars prequels should have been. If he keeps going with Serenity, it could be the next major franchise in blockbusters. Go to www.serenitymovie.com.au and poke around. THEN WATCH THE FRIGGIN' MOVIE, DUMBASS! (2 Comments |Comment on this)