saturdays...

Okay, this is quite stupid. I just noticed that you can actually load photos directly into Blogger. What the fuck?

Focusing, there are quite a few photos to share this time round. First is the grotesque art I mentioned at the entrance to the Hargrave-Andrew library:

This one is called the Sun Embryo. Gross.

This one is the Homage to Lawrence Hargrave. What the fuck?

On Saturday night, I went down to the city to meet up with some old friends, and to celebrate Michelle's birthday (1 month belatedly). So we went to this place where we got this pizza (yeah, it was so fucking huge it even blinded the camera, like, woah):

Toppings, although I sorta disagree with the selection (like what the hell would you eat rot-feeders for?), were generous:

If anything, ambience was appreciatively nice. Notice that the waiters here are so fast that they only register as blurs:

All in all, extremely acceptable dining place:

This part here is long overdue. It seems that there's this once-in-a-fucking-lifetime event called the Clayton Festival. So exclusive that they even made a fucking signboard for it:

Mostly, it is just random parades of sorts. This one featured elementary school kids walking about, with teacher parading these grotesque looking effigies of what appears to be the Queen, and a skeletal vulture (what the fuck are they teaching kids these days?):

There are more conventional parade options, like the walking of normal looking people doing normal looking things:

Of course, no festival would be complete without some weird-shit activities, like these two skinny white ladies pretending to be some fat yellow men:

I'd write more but: