Am I wrong?

Once again, my sense of right and worng, combined with my temper has resulted in an intresting on line arguement. I reacted, as I often do, with more of a impulsive explosion than a well thought out arguement.

Am I in the wrong? Tell me what you think.

The names have be changed to protect the stupid.

1st girl um jennifer hawkins bears her flaws? a crease on her his is due to bending to one side.. thats not going to make girls aware of anything. we need to see cellulite and rolls

2nd Girl

hahaha cellulite on a magazine cover would be ok but i'm not to sure i'd buy a mag that has rolls on the front of it :P

about an hour ago

Shannon Browning

No. We don't. Sticking a fat chick on a magazine cover isn't going to make women feel better about themselves. Stop expecting others to do something to make you feel better about yourself.

about an hour ago ·

1st

your quite rude shannon i love myself and i dont even buy the magazines so clearly im not referring to myself needing others to build my self esteem. i think if girls saw a little bit of curves not necessarily fat would make them feel okay to buy wat their wearing and have confidence. after all the magazines are there to advertise and sell clothes and it makes girls have eating disorders after discovering that the dress their fav model was wearing only comes in size 6

2nd girl

shannon is either a man or a skinny chick that just doesnt get what its like to be larger....is that right?

1st girl

yeah! a skinny man. put it this way when i read those mags that say stars at their worst and the pics are of them going from size 6 to 10 i wanna cry cos size 10 is healthy

Shannon Browning

Notice I never mentioned you. You made a comment, I responded. So even though you do like yourself, which is great, there is obviously something about yourself that you don't feel confident about. Don't take that out on me because I have a different opinion to yours.
And while I agree to not taking off blemishes and wrinkles and stray hairs, why ... See Moredo you suddenly have to have photos of larger sized, not as fit or toned women to represent women. Just show attractive women as they are. It's not Pretty girls fault that they're pretty. It's publishers faults that they're perfect.

2nd girl

hahaha i knew it! I kinda feel sorry for the stars it must make them feel like crap when any tiny amount of weight gain is publicized as it is. I do think that chicks should feel good about there bodies but it is hard and I know going from being larger to slimmer that it doesnt really make you feel better you still have those body image problems.Shannon once you have been a largerand also a lady.....then feel free to comment until then you have no idea.

2nd girl

been larger and a lady*

Shannon Browning

I'm not going to spend all night arguing this, but seriously. What a fucking naive comment! I don't understand body image unless I was fat and female?!? How fucking elitist are you? Yeah, I'm tall and skinny. And I was tall in skinny in High School, which made me a geeky freak. I was ridiculed for years BECAUSE OF WHAT I LOOKED LIKE! Which gave me ... See Morea negative body image, which was only enhanced by the imagery of other men around me, both peers and in the media. Which is something I had to make my own peace with. To think that only you can understand negative self image because you're female and had a few extra inches around the middle as a child is just fucking pathetic! Get your head out of your ass and stop acting like you own a problem because you once had to deal with it.

- overly aggressive, sure, but it pissed me off.

Stab TV

At a recent weekend film course I completed, one of the things I picked was that instead of you going to others, find a way to bring them to you.

STAB TV is what I came up with.

In a nutshell, it's me talking about things that I talk about. I try to make it a little more interesting with jokes and pictures and the like, but that's essentially it.

I've shown it to Vanessa, who's my biggest fan and harshest critic, and she had a few good points to make. I'm not going to post them, cause I want others unbiased opinions.

Any way, here it is. The intro teaser and the first episode.

13th of the tenth. . .

It's been my birthday for the last ten minutes.

I'm 35. I'm still unemployed, but I'm happier than I was in the cinema. I still have my girl by my side, though only metaphorically at this precise moment. I still have my hair. It's mostly in my comb and shower drain.

I'd like to say that this is not where I pictured I would be at 35, but the truth is, I never pictured myself ever being 35 years old. I didn't think I'd be dead by now or anything, I just never imagined being this age.

I'm trying not to be depressed on my birthday, but it's hard. I'm lonely. even though I still have some fantastic friends out there, I don't really get to see them very often, and get to just relax and hang out even less. My past weekend rip to Wagga wasn't relaxing at all, because it was mostly driving. I had other shit going on in my head. It did serve to remind me how much time I spend on my own nowadays. And because of my financial situation, I couldn't arrange to do anything for my birthday either, which I wanted to kick off in style, seeing as it's a monument age.

Anyway. I'm now 35 years old. The only wish I had for today was that I wasn't still stuck in the cinema by now, a wish I thankfully got. The rest can figure itself out.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Woah. Work!

Geez, it's been a month since I posted.

Done on purpose, actually. Trust me, a month of "Still unemployed, no job, how will I survive, can't pay my rent, god I'm bored, I want a job" blah blah blah would have just bored all of us.

So my eternally intelligent girlfriend came up with a great idea. Become a film extra. Earn money, do something I'm interested in, make contacts, pick brains. It was a great idea. Can't believe I never thought of it. I signed up with an agency on Tuesday. My fretting over not being able to pay rent this week - hasn't changed yet - inspired me to call up and ask for work. And I got some!

It was a show called I Rock for ABC2. Doesn't start till February next year, for all of those out there with digital TV's. I'll keep you posted. Nearly 11 hours later, and I actually earned some money. Yay me.

More stuff coming up, but I'm knackered and couldn't be bothered typing.

So I'm currently experiencing a massive panic attack. And I can't call anyone, cause I don't have a phone.

This came out of nowhere. I was watching War of the worlds - the Spielberg one- and it hit me. Actually, I was thinking about my next electricity bill and how it's going to be nasty. Taking deep breaths now. OK starting to fade.

Ness was meant to come over tonight, but didn't. she was tired. It's fine by me, cause I'm not feeling the best anyway. Don't know what I'm eating, but it's having some nasty side effects.

Gotta keep talking. or typing. Just focusing on something else other than the pain in my chest. Thing about panic attacks, they feel like a heart attack. You're chest gets all tight, you can't breath. Hands are shaking like nothing else. Gotta keep focused. Just keep typing. Doesn't matter what, just keep typing. Went to Parramatta to talk to tony today. Poor bastard is going through some shit. Who isn't. He's thinking about turning to religion. Strange coincidence. Should listen to what the universe is telling me. What is going on with me? I'm really uncomfortable. Ah. Pain.

Think I'm calming down. Can't tell. Keep typing. keep typing. What the hell is that that hurts so much? Something to do with my leg. Nerve damage. Leg is getting worse. Can't sit in my car. Gonna go have a shower. Hot water. sounds good. Wish my hands would stop shaking.

I wonder who owns Automan. Wanna do a comic about it. Wish I coul, nope shakes are back. So's the chest thing. Breath deep, breath. Shower. Very good idea. Don't want to leave keyboard. Rorscahs journal. hrmm.

I'll have a job again soon. I'll have a job again soon. I'll have a job again soon. I'll have a job again soon. Calm down. calm down. Don't know if this typing is helping. Calm. Breath.

OK, now I'm dizzy. My leg hurts. Gonna have a shower.



OK. I'm alright now.

Sexy, Sexy man!

I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now that I have some time on my hands. . .

Ever seen this thing?


IT was created by a plastic surgeon who primarily works with people who have been disfigured due to accident. He did a pretty extensive study on the physics of beauty. Using some strange calculation, which I think has something to do with 16:9, he mathematically created this mask, which he uses as a template when he recreates faces. John Cleese did a Doco on it, which is on You tube.

I found the mask on the web, and wanted to try it over my face, just to see how I measured up. Amie and her new Psychology degree can analyse the hell out of my insecurities for doing this, but I was curious.

But, instead of just laying it over and getting all upset and depressed about not matching up (I knew it wasn't going to, or else I would have had a lot less trouble with jobs and women over the years) I took it a little further. I took advantage of all that Photoshop knowledge that's going to waste right now and came up with a few images.

So here we go. This is me, untouched. I added the black in the background, but this is how I am normally.


This was the first thing I did. It said on this doco that beauty comes from symmetry. So I mirrored my face, just to get me straightened up a bit.


And here it is. The 'perfect' me. It took quite a bit of tweaking to get my face to fit into that stupid mask thing. But here I am, how I would look if I was more mathematically attractive.


You know what though? of the three, the one I like the best is the top one. Straight me. With all my flaws and imperfections. The broken nose, the scars, you name it. Because, at least it's a real face. I'm not the prettiest guy in the world, but it's my face and I like it. If others don't, who gives a shit.

In a strange sort of way, I think I just got a bit of closure over something that has been subconsciously bothering me for years. A weight I didn't even know was there has suddenly lifted off my shoulders.

Here grooves the bride

Normally I avoid these viral things like the plague (Leave Brittney Alone! Be a fucking man!) but this one I love.

I have so much respect for these guys. They wanted to do something unique for their day, and make it fun for everyone. I always respect the hell out of people who have the guts to find a way to put their own brand on things. I wish more people would do it.

Enjoy Jill and Kevin