Technically, I’ve only been writing under the guise of ‘jarrydpage’ for a bit over two years. If you’ve been reading since my Blogger.com days (which say I’ve been doing it for 4 years, but it lies, I swear), you may remember a post of mine saying I was going to buy jarryd.net, but was thwarted by some rude British prick who thought it would be hilarious to buy the domain a month before I was about to. The worst part? He did nothing with the domain for over 2 years. I sat there watching the thing change from different servers, to a domain holding place. I made sure I was going to get the domain when it expired around October sometime. Well, October of last year rolled around and the domain expired. A month later, it was up for deletion. A week later? Some domain squatting company stole it right from under my nose. Fuckin’ shit cunt. WHY! Mid-December they snatched it, and put some retarded price of $100,000USD on the domain to buy it from them. Why the christ would anyone do that? Much to my delight, a couple of weeks later I get an email from GoDaddy (the company where I get all my domains from) saying they secured my domain and I am now the holder of jarryd.net! Finally. I spent three years waiting to buy that domain, and now that I have it in my grubby little paws? I’ve done nothing with it. I’ve so far come up with the pretty idea of the image sitting in the dead center of the site, that’s about it. I’m wondering if I should just make it an alias of my current site and make it easier for people to access me (’cause you know, that’s important.. and all.)

In usual fashion, I’ve got absolutely no idea where I should start off. In actual fact, I don’t think anything of interest at all has happened. Oh, I’ll tell you what did happen though. These past few months at Kmart have been nothing but fucked (because, there is seriously no other word to properly explain what is happening in there at the moment.) Ted Carter. Yes, if you happen to have Googled his name and wound up here, I hope you read the following loud and clear. He is a fuckhead. If ever a fuckhead were to grace our presence, it would be him. Some people cannot comprehend how much retail sucks the life out of you. You work in the same place for x amount of years and you begin to not give two shits about things. Alongside this, throw in some people who rotate every 18 months, and you’ve got yourself a regular whorehouse for which you wish would burn in a horrible housefire out on a houseboat. Like I’ve said before, new manager, you expect certain things to change, but not the majority. Well, I dunno what the hell he’s done, whether he forgot his intelligence back in Alice, but he’s not only managed to make the whole store not give two shits, he’s losing money and blaming everyone else! I shan’t bore you with details, but needless to say, no one in that store cares what happens now, and I’m one of them (I’m going to take credit for this serious apathetic movement.) The store moves from a whole stack of staff not caring, to Jason. Here’s where the going gets laughable. Remember Tim Rule? A few weeks before New Years, the dirty rumour went around that he was coming back with his darling pregnant “wifeywoman” to work back in Darwin. That got the large of the intelligent minds working, and we had concluded that we had absolutely no conclusions about where he’d come back to work. Jason and I were joking around one afternoon and I had said that he’d come to replace him and he kind of shrugged it off. Fast forward a week or so, and Daryl and I are out one Friday night, wandering up for Nick’s going away thingy and bumped into Manoli wandering the other way:

Manoli: “So did you hear about Neely?”
Me: “…What”
M: “Oh.. Nevermind, you’ll find out tomorrow”
Me: “Fuck you, I’m not working, tell me now”
M: “Oh, he was fired, but that’s all I can say now”

Well. I must say. What the christ. That weekend went by nonchalantly, and the monday I come to find out that he was fired for credit card fraud. Fired, and looking at being charged. Ahahahaha. Wait. Hahaha. Ok. $13,000 worth of stolen monies. I couldn’t think of anything else worse to happen. Needless to say, the mood at Kmart the following week was incredible. I, for one, didn’t give two shits. People seemed to be pussy footing around talking about the whole issue (and for that fact, are still incredibly touchy about the subject.) Me on the other hand? I did not care one inch. I know it sounds incredibly selfish and what other words you’d like to call me, but frankly, things like that shouldn’t really be kept quiet. But, that’s me. Now, we’ve got a store that has absolutely no idea how to run itself, and we’re being run by cunts who have no idea themselves. Go figure.

I’ve been saying the past few months (probably a whole buttload longer) that I need to get a new job. Well, this past month or so, I’ve been doing the photos for Discovery whenever there is a major DJ up from somewhere. By god have I been having fun. I did new years pro-bono, but the past few events I’ve been their “official” photographer. After the last thing that was on there, Vandalism? I think. Evolution ‘08 was on a couple of weeks after. Oh, it was on the Australia Day long weekend, which, I had the for some reason agreed to work the Monday after Evolution, which was meant to end at 7am. Ah fuck. Daryl and I head out and for something I wasn’t sure what to expect, it was actually incredibly awesome. There were two DJs which I was excited to see, TyDi and TV Rock. I’ve seen TV Rock before, and they normally put on a good show, but TyDi I hadn’t seen before. Technically, I should have seen him last year when he opened for Paul van Dyk, but PvD cancelled on me (the bastard), so I didn’t get to see him. Just as TV Rock were about to get off the decks (I also mentioned this in my post on Glass Ambience) they played Morgan Page. If you have been stuck under a rock in regards to awesome tunes, there’s this awesome song (that was just released earlier this month) by Morgan Page called The Longest Road featuring an Australian vocalist. When I heard this song, I was up on one their balconies taking photos. It didn’t take me long to rush down to the dancefloor where Daryl and that were dancing and joined them. From the dancefloor, I went up and spoke to the DJ (there are two of them in TV Rock) and mentioned to him that he was awesome.

Me: “Man, you just played a song I’d never think I’d hear live at all.
TV Rock: “…You mean you know this song?”
Me: “Hell yeah man, Morgan Page is awesome.”
TVR: “HA! Yeah, it’s an awesome song”
Me: “The better part about it, is that she’s australian ”
TVR: “:hi5:”

TyDi wasn’t far behind TV Rock, and by god was it awesome aswell. I must have been the only guy in that club that knew what was going on in the songs. I kind of felt like an absolute nerd, but it was awesome. Here I am singing along to songs that if they were played anywhere else in the world, would be sung along by the crowd aswell. No, instead, people had no idea what the songs were. I didn’t care, I was singing along. I had another moment with the DJ aswell, this time it was with TyDi. Halfway through his set, he was playing an awesome song by John O’Callaghan, Big Sky (Agnelli & Nelson Remix), and afterwards I had another moment like before.

Me: “Hey, was that the Agnelli & Nelson remix of Big Sky?”
TyDi: “Wait, you know this tune?”
Me: “Fuck yeah man.”
TD: “Ha, awesome *shakes hand* Awesome to see at least someone knows them.”

* A couple of minutes later *

Me: “Hey, you reckon I could be a pain an request a song?”
TD: “Yeah man, sure”
Me: “How about the Sean Tyas remix of VDM’s Fly Away?”
TD: “Man, where the fuck have you been all night, I could be playing songs I love”

The rest of the night was slightly uneventful, considering by the time TyDi had finished, it was nearly 5am anyway. Daryl and I stayed a little longer until I couldn’t bare to be there any longer. By the time we left, it was 5:30am, and I had to stay awake another 3 more hours before I had to start work (once I was at work, it didn’t matter shit.) We both knew what time it was; Maccas breakfast time. Motherfuckers are open 24/7 now. Bonus! We got in the car and slowly made our way there to make sure we weren’t too earlier for brekkie. We went through the drive through and grabbed our food and found a seat inside their little cafe area thing. Another hour or so later and I’m puttering into my room and deciding how I should stay awake for a couple more hours. I sat at my computer (after my parents thought it would be wise to cry at me about me getting home just then) and tried to listen to music. Well, for some reason I decided at around 8am, it would be a wise move to rest my legs and lay down on my bed. Next thing I know, I’m awake quicksmart and my eyes scream at my alarm clock. “HOLY SHIT IT’S 10:30″ my eyes scream, my brain registers 8:30 and I skyrocket out of my bed and into the shower. Meanwhile, I’m still unable to actually comprehend that I hadn’t slept at all and I still believed I was massive late for work. Needless to say, the rest of the day at work was the biggest struggle. I haven’t daybreaked it for so long. I can’t remember the last time I did. The worst part about Monday? I had to be in there with Ted. Brilliant. I must admit, I found countless places to sit down and do nothing for upwards of an hour. So I can successfully say that I did absolutely buttfuck nothing that Monday. Hurrah! Don’t think the week ended there yet. No. Because the Potbelleez (who were meant to be playing at Evolution) didn’t turn up, they were coming back up that following Friday. Another night Daryl and I head out. Bonus. This night though, wasn’t as interesting as the previous Monday, but still fun nonetheless.

Now, thinking back to why I worked on that Monday, I realised that last week. I own my new lens. Holy shit do I own my new lens. I ordered the thing Tuesday night (the 5th), and by Thursday evening, I was unboxing the thing quicker than you could say JesusChristsuperstarandhisthreedisciples. I could not believe how awesome this thing was. I spent Friday attempting to go out and test the thing, but I swear the weather was against me. No doubt was the fuckin’ weather againsts me. It rained everywhere I stopped to get out. Brilliant. The other reason why I was so excited about my new lens? I had bought it for the Miss Bikini World finals that I was meant to be photographing that Friday night. Holy crap am I so glad I got the lens in time. There were a few other guys wandering around in there with their cameras and smaller lenses, but by god was I thankful I had a longer lens. The other good thing about the lens being huge? I swear most of the models puttered out onto the stage and looked directly at me, regardless of the other people with photographers (call me self centered and ego-driven, but I felt good ). The other good thing? I got some awesome photos I’m proud of (oh, and the models were hot too.)

So go figure. Tomorrow’s Valentine’s day, who’s bought me something.