LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

 I know it's shameless. I know it smacks of self-promotion... but, here is  my Facebook page  (at this particular moment in time).

man of the eggplant - champion of the cheese sandwich I kneel down with head bowed in the direction of Mt. Olympus, my memories of the romps we had with Stomp are bubbling to the fore. My tear-streaked fizzog gives the game away. Stomp, where be ye now? Come back, come back. You ran away and abandoned the bloggery scene to who knows where. As you are well aware by now,  mynameisstomp.blogspot.com  is no more. Memories are all that remain. But what of Stomp himself? Whatever happened to this fascinating cross-cultural icon and beacon of hope? Reports are coming in regarding various sightings of the man. Apparently he's been spotted hang gliding over the Darling Scarp. Other sources say he was seen sleeping in the Wesfarmers building's doorway in the Perth CBD. Stories about him moving to Czechoslovakia to take up egg farming or touching down on a South Pacific island and being promptly thrown into a volcano on arrival can't be discounted either. I wish he was still around to...

Well, here I am. I've arrived from the  My Name Is Stomp  blog, suitcase in hand ready to set up shop in a brand new environment. Yes, I've brought the old entries along as I don't want the risk of having to leave them primarily in Stomp's care. Let's be honest here, the guy's a nut. Just like in  The Great Move, pt. one , here is the unlisted YouTube video which doesn't say a lot.  The goodbyes are nice, though. Start your ignition and hold on, as we go down LANELESS WORLD DRIVE .

I come in peace

 The last introduction panel, now forever set in stone as a result of  closure. My dear reader, I feel a level of concern in the mental welfare and the warfare that must be played out in your craniums at the  imminent shutdown of  mynameisstomp.blogspot.com . I can feel the anguish is real but you must realise that life has to go on and that following this blog into the abyss will do nobody any favours.  TIPS TO GET THROUGH THIS TRYING TIME: ring a helpline talk to a trustworthy friend  wear only black for a year (then switch to Spanish grey for the next twelve)  memorialise by passing on the blog's name to a newborn  build a shrine and chant "His Name Was Stomp" six times, three times a day ad infinitum Just a few handy hints. You may be able to think of others yourself. I truly believe you possess the strength to weather the storm you now find yourself facing with my absence and I know its probably heart rendering to know that I won't be thinki...

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 ... to make way for the new. This will be my last entry for this particular blog. A voice from the future is calling which is beckoning me elsewhere.  To anyone and everyone who found some form of entertainment in my ramblings - thank you. To those of you who despise me and my admittedly at times self-indulgent meanderings - thank you. To the indifferent among us - I also thank you. Every viewpoint is valid. Take care. 

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 Kick over that pyramid of belief you may have hardwired into your essence.  Some people will never change and the ability to give up on these sorts has to be taken. 

 I don't wanna go. The Fall - Pittsville Direkt (demo version)

  Pointless. It seems that way, sometimes. But onward we go to tomorrow. Betrayal is unfortunately a part of the human experience.  Liminal Mess has been reinstated. I owe this person nothing.  Full stop. 

 Well, there I was, googling away to find which days are celebrated and/or commemorated on this very day (yes, I am that sad), when the results gave me this - Somewhere that I had never heard of was living (according to Google) in 2023. Trippy. But indeed, where is this mystery place which is one year ahead of the rest of us?  By locating, visiting and then gathering information about what's to come, there is that prospect to potentially clean up financially if I were so inclined to. My ship has finally come in. Fist pumps ahoy! So, where is this magical and enchanted kingdom located? While typing this entry, I simultaneously made a cut lunch, pulled my car out of the garage, danced a few steps of  the Madison , all the time while showering in a diligent manner. I even washed behind my ears. I must be prepared for the new-found riches that I'm certain will be coming my way. Oh boy, I can't wait! So where is it?  Mandurah! Mandurah? Hmm, I'm actually starting to ...

More terrible poetry from the  Godawful Poetry for Godawful Times series.  egg on my face egg on my leg eggs down my pantaloons far from the beach egg out of reach in a space station over the moon

dig in, ladies and gentlemen - the pickings aren't slim when it comes to this one

artwork:  Brett Hudson Art Just a random thought wondering if I started hanging with a progressive/regressive* crowd and started self-identifying as a Victa lawn mower. "Oh, isn't Victa-slash-Stomp special?" "Start me up.", I would reply. But alas, it wouldn't be in my best interest to continue with the façade. For example, what if one of my newly woke acquaintances picked me up a 1.25 litre bottle of motor oil for lunch and I had to respectfully decline? Cancel culture will rear its ugly head and on to the scrap heap I shall be ultimately tossed. This could be particularly problematic if I've already had the opportunity for surgical procedures to have blades installed or a handle bolted to my back. I shall be smeared with the accusation of appropriating the characteristics of something I am not. I shall be the Australian Rachel Dolezal and, if I'm being honest, that isn't a prospect I really look forward to. Neo-Marxist wannabes in their Mum...

The Final Video (maybe?) courtesy of YouTube

life can seem to be your worst enemy, that is when you aren't at odds with your own self

 The cycle must continue but there must be alacrity in order to combat overpopulation.  Today is  World Population Day . Take responsibility (on this and every other day).

I find myself now in the presence of uncertainty as the distance traversed thus far has unexpectedly turned into what feels like a marathon with no clear end in sight.  Where am I to go? What am I to do? Who am I to see?  There is no chequered flag, there is no finish line, there is no champagne magnum. There is no Poster Boy Stomp replete with merchandising and/or marketing deals along with hordes of the brainless who worship celebrity basking in my focus group assisted presence via some form of media manipulation.  But then again, there are cheese sandwiches and with this knowledge in hand, I can safely say my journey shall not be in vain.

Don't tell anyone, but  my name isn't really Stomp . It'll just be our secret, okay?

July the 7th :  World Chocolate Day  falls on the same day as  Global Forgiveness Day . 

Tricia, who had been a fixture and bona fide icon of the Perth Zoo for close on 60 years has passed away aged 65. Sad news. I remember well as a young kid seeing her when she  was in the original concrete enclosure and later when she, thankfully, got an upgrade to her living conditions.  An absolute legend. May she rest in peace. more details click this >>>   link  or see the screenshots below --

Honestly, it's okay. Once your Medicare details are confirmed, we'll release your family.

 What's in a name? Let's find out. hmm.. so far, so good A random rearrangement of the letters in your name (anagram) will give ‘Stomp.’   This site must have employed the laziest anagram maker on the planet b ut having said that, it is exhilarating to know  my first name rocks . Oh, and its pronounced Stomp.

Hoping I don't wake up one morning to find my spy dressed like me with a glazed look, fixed grin and unwashed armpits flailing their arms around like an agitated Dalek saying that only one of us can be me. That would really put a damper on the day's proceedings.

not on my head, you fool Today, July the third is  International Drop A Rock Day .

...with Huey "Piano" Smith and his Clowns Don't You Know Yockomo

  pile/ of/ nonsense