Fat City Fucks

I need to get to it and do a Splendour write-up for all of our loyal readers, but I'm fucking lazy at times, still don't have a proper internet hook-up, have been sick with the flu, and have had a house full of god-damn relatives. Anyway, enough excuses, I'll get to it soon.

You may also see an article from Anthony Lazzaro detailing a recent night on the town. I won't say more just yet, but keep an eye out.

Next blog post will be genuine content, I promise.

Link of the Day:

Disinfo - Because everything you know it wrong.

ASK WASTREL PIG FUCKERS GO!

Friends...

The application is done.

We go Bar now.

Masturbate for our success, please.

LINKS OF THE DAY

(for assistance w/ scary satanic "sigil creation")

www.grantmorrison.com/mag.html

(for assistance w/ "sigil charging")

www.askjolene.com

NOTE: Askjolene also features pictures of beastiality. I'm not sure how that's legal but it sure is...something.

See you later, horsefuckers!

Wastrel the internet whore

Wastrel is spreading it's tendrils further throughout the internet, claiming a tentative foothold on the net-savvy scnester hangout, MySpace.
But hey, the way I see it, one of the tenets of the Wastrel philosophy is using whatever is in your means to get what you want/need, and if that means flashing our metaphoric tits at geeks, nerds, emo kids and other jerks, then it must be done.

So, if you're reading this, the magazine is getting closer to completion and release, as soon as the government approves our grant application, we'll be on the last leg of the race...

I'm using bad metaphors, and just generally lack the wit that I would normally like to write with. So either shoot me, or keep reading and give me a chance at redemption.

Give me an 'R', give me an 'A', give me -- ah, Fuck It

Give us the money you bastards... but seriously, we're keeping fingers crossed about this RADF application, as it would make this whole printing-the-first-issue thing so much easier. If we can do it without having to resort to whoring ourselves to corporations for sponsorship, then I'd be a happy son-of-a-bitch (Hyphens Hurrah!).

There's so many things we haven't organised yet, which should have been done at least a week ago. I blame my lack of a proper internet hookup. Stupid house-moving shit, we still only have a phoneline in one room.

Anyway, enough bitching.

Check out our newer, shittier page at myspace/wastrelmag.
Follow the link to the blog, though I think you need to be a member to read.

And don't forget to clean behind your ears.

Maybe I'm Wrong

Another of Austin's blogs from Wastrel-Myspace:

This blogging thing...it feels good...therapeutic.
It's like the modern equivalent of talking to yourself while jerking off in public...no one cares what you're saying but DAMN does it feel good.

It's not without it's dangers, though, oh my no.

I felt bad when I realised that the MySpace slander of my first post was potentially being read by the creator of MySpace, Tom.
After considering an apology I realised that the guy would probably be too busy fisting hookers with wadfulls of cash to give a fuck about what I write.

Reason prevails!

In other "news" I got to see the League of Gentlemen movie at the Gold Coast Film Fantastic Film Festival (good work on the name, fellas)...it was, as you might imagine, fantastic. I was also going to see Serenity but the creepy Whedon-ness (or is that Whedoninity?) of the amassed fanbase gave me the heebie-jeebies and I had to get high, immediately.

In summary:
LoG:A = Very Good
Whedonites = Very Creepy
Me = Very High
Score = Twelvety

Austin.

Hello, MySpace, you old whore.

Tom Reason here, re-posting our blogs from the Wastrel Myspace Page.

So here we are- after incessant nagging from our friend Rupey (www.myspace.com/rupert_murdoch) we've joined the mighty legions of MySpace, The Whitest Place on the Internet (tm).
As he put it, "What bettter way is there to tap into that sweet Emo Dollar?"
You said it, Mur-dawg!
But seriously, MySpace fucking sucks and the sooner we've struck on out of here for greener cyber-pastures, the better. In the mean time we'll just have to amuse ourselves with some brazen Ninja Style Link Theft Malarky.

KIIA!
Direct-to-DVD Futurama Movie announced by Voicemaster Supreme Billy West! Geeks make Pants Wet! Angels get Wings!
Link Via Slashdot

POW!
Is having consensual sex worse than murdering prostitutes with a chainsaw and then stealing their money? American organistion, The Entertainment Software Association says, "Hells yes, Mutherfucker!", bans GTA:San Andreas and then shoots a cop in the face with a combat shotgun.
Ban also considered for Australian market. Surprise, surprise.
Link to Earlier Kotaku Article
Link to Sydney Morning Herald (may require reg)

SKKKRT!
Travelling Wastrel correspondant investigates the multi-layered tapestry of culture and history that is Europe. This week: Amsterdam!

shrooms = tripped out in park
weed = lots and good
sex show = vibrator, ppl having sex on stage and really nice lit candle work in the cunt.
amsterdam = crazy place. bit dirty and the dutch are fucked
beer= not as plentiful as germany but good anyways

See? Who says that culture is dead? I mean- where are you going to find classy lighting FX like that here in Australia? Nowhere, i tell you.
And I've looked everywhere...

Until next time, keep your fringe perfectly sculpted!

Austin