You’ve probably noticed I haven’t been blogging much of late. Really not sure why. I go through phases I guess.

I’ve been struggling with the whole, having the Australian Centre for Democracy and Justice Blog and this on and really now knowing which one to post on and consequentially not blogging much at all. I’ve also been pretty busy with the Centre and at work so just not blogging as much.

One of the other reasons is perhaps that I’ve probably been paying more attention the humorous/cultural type blogs rather than the usual array of Political Blogs (not too keen on the phrase Plogs). There is no doubt that I’m on you Computer has struck quite the chord with me – one of those big Jazz chords with lots of notes in them. In fact I’d go so far as to say that it’s the best thing to happen to the blogsphere since I started bloging.

Recently over at Reasons You will hate me (a fine blog if ever I’ve seen one) Ms Fits has had a series of guest bloggers – all of which I’ve enjoyed immensely. So they are all now on “the list” – the link list that is.

So with not knowing where to post what between the two blogs I’m contributing to at the moment I’ve decided to try and make this one a little more personal. That said, my personal is always political so it will remain fairly political but hopefully will be a little bit more about my life. However, for example, I would never post the stuff I’ve recently written on Animal Rights over at the ACDJ blog. Not sure why, probably because others in the group would disagree and I’d hate for it to be taken as the ACDJ position – despite my disclaimer that all views represented on that blog are those of the author and not ACDJ.

Anyway. The problem is that I really don’t think my life is that interesting. I’ve a pretty big group of friends that I go out with a lot and I’m no stranger to substance abuse but I seem to lack the exciting adventures that the above mentioned blog writers do. I also fear that I lack the reality TV watching ability and sharp cultural critique that so many of these blogger posses.

Moreover, I’ve always had rules for myself with regards to blogging that may get in the way. One of the reasons I love Hambo (and what the fuck is this cunt doing with my name!! Hambo, please email to assure me there isn’t another Hammy in the world) is because he posts when he’s drunk.

Rule number one: Never post when you’re drunk because you will alienate all those that are close to you. In addition you can’t spell when you’re sober you’re probably not going to make any sense drunk!

I also fear that I lack the reality TV watching ability and sharp cultural critique that so many of these bloggers have.

So on a more personal note, one of the things that I do well is spew. I spew a lot. Never during the night but always the next morning. In fact by the time 10pm rolls round and I’m on the terps I say to myself: “If you continue like this you’re going to spew.” Problem is by this point the inhibitions have gone and I just don’t care that I’m going to spew. In fact sometimes I prepare a couple of days ahead, knowing that I’m going to have a massive hang over and will spew so I buy a big bag of mushrooms (the non-magic variety) and a heap of bacon for my hang over cure – once I’ve stopped spewing.

This is what I did last Friday in preparation for the ACDJ launch party (which went particularly well in case you’re wondering). I took it easy at the beginning of the night as I knew I had to give a speech and what a disastrous start to the organisation it would be if I fucked up the speech. So I gave the speech which was enthusiastically received then quietly made my way over to the bar and ordered a pot and a shot of Jeigermiester (spelling anyone?). Then my best mate came up to me and said “Why did you do that, I said I was going to buy you a shot.” To which I replied “and what’s fucken’ changed? As if I didn’t want two shots.”

The night continued in this fashion for many more hours, ie I bought my self plenty of shots as did some of my friends.

So I wake up at about 7. Spew. Then go back to bed.

Then I wake up at about 12. Spew. Lie down on the couch and watch Foxtel.

Then about 2 I get up, thinking that I’m feeling better. Make it half way down the hall way (not sure why). Rush back down the hall way to the dunny. Spew.

It is now occurring to me that I can’t actually remain upright without spewing. I think this is a first for me.

It wasn’t until about 4 that I actually managed to be able to stand up long enough to cook my mushrooms and bacon.

In my family we call it the “Goonan Guts”. All the men (and a couple of the women) on Dad’s side of the family have volatile stomachs and it works at both ends too.

I’ve a feeling there could be a few more “Goonan Guts” stories on this blog now.