<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:25:06.856-07:00</updated><category term='penguins'/><category term='gladiator'/><category term='meat'/><category term='rock'/><category term='toyota celica'/><category term='evel knievel'/><category term='righteous bitchin'/><category term='hot chick'/><category term='guinea pig'/><category term='phillip island'/><category term='unicorn'/><category term='flight'/><category term='van halen'/><category term='seagal'/><category term='cobra'/><category term='asterix'/><category term='parma'/><category term='burger'/><category term='boar'/><category term='soda'/><category term='pengrats'/><category term='michael angelo batio'/><category term='slim jim'/><category term='keytar'/><category term='arnold'/><category term='fire'/><category term='pegazus'/><category term='acdc'/><category term='dripping'/><category term='tap solo'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='pegasus'/><category term='barbarian'/><title type='text'>Things That Are Bitchin'</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog where we discuss bitchin' things and what makes them bitchin', in preparation for our art show "EXHIBITCHIN'!" in 2010.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-5230240916409819133</id><published>2010-01-14T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:38:38.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabre-toothed Mining Trucks Are Bitchin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8y4Y_5Ib4/S08CKPtR7kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSjGk6qcALM/s1600-h/sabretoothed-truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8y4Y_5Ib4/S08CKPtR7kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSjGk6qcALM/s320/sabretoothed-truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426558451043135042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-5230240916409819133?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/5230240916409819133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabre-toothed-mining-trucks-are-bitchin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5230240916409819133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5230240916409819133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabre-toothed-mining-trucks-are-bitchin.html' title='Sabre-toothed Mining Trucks Are Bitchin&apos;'/><author><name>Pat Grant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863311660421353591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8y4Y_5Ib4/S08CKPtR7kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSjGk6qcALM/s72-c/sabretoothed-truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-513208543592334896</id><published>2010-01-11T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:46:00.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchin' Lunch</title><content type='html'>It was the early 90’s and to avoid getting a job, or worse end up on the dole I had enrolled in a painting course at Gateway Tafe in the arse end of Brisbane. Along with a rag tag of art school drop outs we’d spend the days throwing paint around on canvases, drinking goon and smoking cigarettes in the adjourning railway yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays the local pub had a $1.05 roast lunch (sponsored by radio station B105). With only one of the class with a car it meant cramming everyone up to 9 of us into a small torana for a hair raising ride to the pub, (but that’s another bitchin’ story.) The rest of the week was spent in the cafeteria playing pool , eating chip and gravy sandwiches, and chatting up the fashion students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on one of these days a fellow class mate asked for a bread roll with and a sausage roll, he proceeded to place the sausage roll onto a bread roll, squirt a liberal amount on of tomato sauce onto it and take a bite as if nothing unusual had just taken place, I was pretty amazed by this ballsy choice for lunch and asked him what it was. "It’s a Metallica Burger", he muttered, “’cause it’s heavy as fuck”. That was enough for me and I trotted off to get myself one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give us a Metallica Burger will ya” I squawked to the cafeteria lady ,and to my surprise she knew exactly what I was after and slid over the packet containing my new lunchtime adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2.50 and a gut full of carbs later I was heading back to class feeling pretty darn BITCHIN’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425605100130697122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YAoMgpxuFs/S0ufF6zWf6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uVVBELehXwo/s400/metallicaburger+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-513208543592334896?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/513208543592334896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-early-90s-and-to-avoid-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/513208543592334896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/513208543592334896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-early-90s-and-to-avoid-getting.html' title='Bitchin&apos; Lunch'/><author><name>JaseH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04698678013817707329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YAoMgpxuFs/S0ufF6zWf6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uVVBELehXwo/s72-c/metallicaburger+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-5682792467451790975</id><published>2010-01-07T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:07:51.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youthful bitchin'ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/S0Wnjs-pe7I/AAAAAAAAABk/5Lx5MQIQItU/s1600-h/kiddie_coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/S0Wnjs-pe7I/AAAAAAAAABk/5Lx5MQIQItU/s320/kiddie_coaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423925558048816050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of us were attending a meeting at a nice pub in Fitzroy, and Sarah found this coaster which had a biro drawing on it, presumably made by some little boy (?). She kept it because of the incredible PROTO-BITCHIN'NESS of the art. I'll let her explain it to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I based my assessment of proto-bitchin'ness on the presence of lightning bolt like shapes above the head of the main figure, the fact that the main figure appears to have safety pins protruding from its head and is holding a trident, but primarily because of the angular font of that appears to spell "Xyem". With a bit of work that font wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a heavy metal album."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd add that there appears to be a flying alien Grey (or is that a bitchin' skull?) wearing a crown in the top right corner. Does that "Xyem" have wheels on it? And is that some kind of bear sauntering away on the bottom right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the bitchin'est image yet seen on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-5682792467451790975?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/5682792467451790975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/youthful-bitchinness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5682792467451790975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5682792467451790975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2010/01/youthful-bitchinness.html' title='Youthful bitchin&apos;ness'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/S0Wnjs-pe7I/AAAAAAAAABk/5Lx5MQIQItU/s72-c/kiddie_coaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-1363508896674020912</id><published>2009-12-01T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:28:18.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.effect.net.au/geeen/let/102_dar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 618px;" src="http://www.effect.net.au/geeen/let/102_dar.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-1363508896674020912?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/1363508896674020912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/12/bitchin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/1363508896674020912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/1363508896674020912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/12/bitchin.html' title='bitchin&apos;!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06732337622691264026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-3152092789842675353</id><published>2009-11-12T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:01:23.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arnold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evel knievel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asterix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keytar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slim jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seagal'/><title type='text'>Rock, meat and fire</title><content type='html'>I'm working on making an animated cop show, and the way we plan to excite our audience is with liberal applications of ROCK, MEAT and FIRE, the most bitchin' things ever created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Sv0OqrXoXzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxI1q32ih90/s1600-h/sk-1-keytar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Sv0OqrXoXzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxI1q32ih90/s320/sk-1-keytar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403491254273597234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK means rock'n'roll, obviously. The rock in the cop show will involve a lot of synthesizers, which lowers the bitchin' factor. Synths are not that bitchin' unless they're keytars with wibbly pitch bend knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously the heart  of rock's bitchin'-ness is the guitars (see the "quad-guitar" post from earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAT is of course delicious as well as bitchin'. Bitchin' people eat meat, and so do really fat people. Whether it comes in the form of legs of roast boar (such as Asterix and Obelix enjoy), steaming chicken parmigianas (a Melbourne favourite) or even Slim Jims (real meat, juiced and combined with semi-edible plastic at the atomic level), meat is hot, dripping and bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Sv0QM7cjwFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Oto36WFDU2A/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Sv0QM7cjwFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Oto36WFDU2A/s200/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403492942216413266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are four elements (five, if you include Captain Planet's "heart", a sop to weak children). They are Earth, Air, Water, and of course Fire: the bitchin'est element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire may be the most bitchin' thing in the universe, as it can destroy virtually any other bitchin' thing in existence. Fire can be a tiny flicker burning Steven Seagal's joss stick, a roaring flame pouring from Arnold Schwarzenegger's flamethrower or an atomic explosion wiping out a whole city (including cute dogs. Fire that destroys everything but a cute dog is not bitchin', and probably isn't even fire, as it's most likely digitally created for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a recap of some bitchin' things added by Ben to the comments section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;cobras&lt;br /&gt;Eval Keneival&lt;br /&gt;Trans-formers&lt;br /&gt;Card/gambling symbols (dice etc)&lt;br /&gt;Sexy mermaids&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Boar&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;Joints&lt;br /&gt;Marlboro&lt;br /&gt;Umlauts&lt;br /&gt;anything chrome&lt;br /&gt;monster trucks&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;br /&gt;Predator&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-3152092789842675353?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/3152092789842675353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-meat-and-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/3152092789842675353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/3152092789842675353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-meat-and-fire.html' title='Rock, meat and fire'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Sv0OqrXoXzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nxI1q32ih90/s72-c/sk-1-keytar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-5695533314283084042</id><published>2009-11-11T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:30:45.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegemite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvtzPSrXi_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-sE9OK_C3Io/s1600-h/vegemite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvtzPSrXi_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-sE9OK_C3Io/s320/vegemite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403038884510010354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wikipedia helped with this one. The "sort of" encyclopedia calls it a "dark brown food paste". A substance like this is difficult to judge, bitchin'-wise, because of opposing properties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's gooey and synthesized from yeast. Not so bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's massively salty and the byproduct of beer manufacturing. Probably bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's mentioned in the song "Down Under" by Men At Work. Bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's mentioned in the song "True Blue" by John Williamson. Terribly un-bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decider is that it freaks Americans out. Bitchin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-5695533314283084042?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/5695533314283084042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/vegemite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5695533314283084042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5695533314283084042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/vegemite.html' title='Vegemite'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvtzPSrXi_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-sE9OK_C3Io/s72-c/vegemite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-4589275966549406474</id><published>2009-11-10T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:04:23.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gladiator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger'/><title type='text'>Huge cheeseburgers dripping with fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Svpun5MO0RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PYVudb_6LlQ/s1600-h/trailboss_cheeseburger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Svpun5MO0RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PYVudb_6LlQ/s320/trailboss_cheeseburger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402752334630408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious, dripping cheeseburgers are bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macca's burgers never drip, and that's why they're so garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, anything that drips is generally bitchin'. In lad mags, hot chicks are always hanging on the beach with ocean spray drooling down them. Cold, delicious sodas always have sweat dripping down the bottle. Awesome gladiators and barbarians drip with sweat AND blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious cheeseburgers are even bitchin' the next day when you take them out of the fridge... but they're not AS bitchin' if you eat them cold, because the fat will have solidified and congealed, and therefore won't be dripping any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-4589275966549406474?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/4589275966549406474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/huge-cheeseburgers-dripping-with-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/4589275966549406474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/4589275966549406474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/huge-cheeseburgers-dripping-with-fat.html' title='Huge cheeseburgers dripping with fat'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/Svpun5MO0RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PYVudb_6LlQ/s72-c/trailboss_cheeseburger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-508034677264825751</id><published>2009-11-09T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:22:31.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pengrats'/><title type='text'>Pengrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvjONDT68fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GomvXiV1FEc/s1600-h/pengrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvjONDT68fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GomvXiV1FEc/s320/pengrat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402294476653392370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a "pengrat" might look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-508034677264825751?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/508034677264825751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pengrat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/508034677264825751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/508034677264825751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pengrat.html' title='Pengrat'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SvjONDT68fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GomvXiV1FEc/s72-c/pengrat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-5267794346996599156</id><published>2009-11-09T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:52:01.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteous bitchin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pengrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota celica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phillip island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><title type='text'>Phillip Island</title><content type='html'>Writes John Retallick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"End of High School trips to Philip Island stealing wheels from cars attached to caravans with people sleeping in them! Bitchin!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;End of high school trips are, undoubtedly, bitchin', especially if you're driving a bitchin' car, such as this 1984 Celica GTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SviOYsYcmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9U5a3k0Ick/s1600-h/84-celica-gt-hactchback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SviOYsYcmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9U5a3k0Ick/s200/84-celica-gt-hactchback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402224307912611986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think stealing is bitchin', unless the people whose car you're stealing the wheel from almost ran you off the road near Bass. Then, stealing their wheel is both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitchin'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;righteous bitchin'!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip Island itself is bitchin' because of the penguins that live there. However, Phillip Island penguins are not as bitchin' as St Kilda Pier penguins, because St Kilda penguins may well have been cross-breeding with beach rats to create some kind of "pengrat". Pengrats are bitchin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-5267794346996599156?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/5267794346996599156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/phillip-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5267794346996599156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/5267794346996599156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/phillip-island.html' title='Phillip Island'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl97kWKl62U/SviOYsYcmJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h9U5a3k0Ick/s72-c/84-celica-gt-hactchback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-2519504716343755246</id><published>2009-11-09T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:59:49.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acdc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van halen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tap solo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael angelo batio'/><title type='text'>Tap solos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapping"&gt;Tap solos on guitar&lt;/a&gt; are bitchin'. Therefore, Van Halen and AC/DC are bitchin' also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-XfnkLdkjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-XfnkLdkjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-2519504716343755246?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/2519504716343755246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-4944874301206591701</id><published>2009-11-09T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:49:23.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Before My Conversation With David</title><content type='html'>I wrote this list:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flames: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum Cha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skulls: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monkey Magic: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monstrous fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muscle Cars: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Werewolves: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surfing: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BMX: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skateboarding: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catholic Iconography: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy Women: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gothic Fonts: tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same page i drew a placid looking guinea pig surrounded by flames with an eight ball and bones above it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also a cute big-eyed drawing of Hindu deathmachine goddess Kali in a Kill Bill style jumpsuit with belt and boots (inspired by Ghee Happy, see my blog entry &lt;a href="http://sarahhowellprojects.com/?p=296"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-4944874301206591701?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/4944874301206591701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-my-conversation-with-david.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/4944874301206591701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/4944874301206591701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-my-conversation-with-david.html' title='Before My Conversation With David'/><author><name>Sarah Howell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14293575298474912174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5082535230719349903.post-2297390956041177059</id><published>2009-11-09T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:47:02.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pegazus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pegasus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Unicorns Vs Pegasuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theequinest.com/images/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.theequinest.com/images/unicorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.nakedfella.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm one of the artists taking part in a big gallery show called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhibitchin'!&lt;/span&gt; I don't know when or where the show's going to be on yet, but it is going to be awesome and, indeed, bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiance Sarah is also going to be in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhibitchin'!&lt;/span&gt;, and so we had a discussion last night about whether unicorns are bitchin'. I think they are. They appear in a lot of fantasy art, and they're basically horses but with a big pointy horn in the middle of their heads. If the horn shot flames, that'd be even more bitchin', but surely just the horn is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not sure what she's going to draw for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhibitchin'!&lt;/span&gt;, so, knowing she's always liked unicorns, I suggested she draw one, maybe a FLYING one (flying is bitchin').&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was against this, because traditionally unicorns should not be able to fly. The PEGASUS is a horse that can fly. So I suggested she draw a pegasus flying through the air, towing a unicorn below it on a rope, like how helicopters carry things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pegasuses (what's the plural?) are bitchin', almost as bitchin' is the Aussie band PEGAZUS (note the "z"), who use the image of a pegasus on most, if not all, their album covers, and who play classic heavy metal with tap solos and about sixteen bass drum pedals. Listen to them &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pegazusmusic"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elftown.com/stuff/pegasus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.elftown.com/stuff/pegasus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah wondered if guinea pigs were bitchin'. I think they are, but only if they have a realistically blank expression on their face. If they're &lt;a href="http://nysportsjournalism.squarespace.com/storage/g-force%20movie.png"&gt;animated guinea pigs with "tude"&lt;/a&gt;, they are not bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested some blank-faced guinea pigs could maybe be parachuting off the back of the towed unicorn, shooting flamethrowers (fire is bitchin'). I'm not sure if she's going to do this or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon we'll have posts here from other artists involved in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhibitchin'!&lt;/span&gt;, such as &lt;a href="http://barleyhush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hutcho.net/"&gt;Ben Hutchings&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.patgrantart.com/"&gt;Pat Grant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5082535230719349903-2297390956041177059?l=thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/feeds/2297390956041177059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/unicorns-vs-pegasuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/2297390956041177059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5082535230719349903/posts/default/2297390956041177059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsthatarebitchin.blogspot.com/2009/11/unicorns-vs-pegasuses.html' title='Unicorns Vs Pegasuses'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097441303205392570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
