The Dutch Hunter

Fellow Wax Conspirator and Journeyman of a thousand Dutchmen, Jimmy first cut his teeth in the cut-throat world of low budget Hollywood extravanga better known to extreme movie buffs as Race the Sun. In this finely made vehicle for renewable energy alternatives, The Weasel gave it his all as the learned blur seen in all but too brief a moment in one of the many scenes in the film.
To those who know him best, he will always be remembered for the quote, "There's nowhere to print."
That is not to say that the man known as Jimmy Weasel is fulfilling the endgame role of a corpse in one of the fine mortuaries in Sydney, Australia. Nor does it denote the fate of the blade in which Duckman holds so valiantly.
Citing such lumninaries as Hunter S. Thompson and Fydor Dostoyevsky as idols, there will hardly be a time in which Jimmy can be so insincere.
Earlier articles grace the right column
If what can turn a foul mood around becomes the harbinger of the foul mood, what happens next? Turn it into a learning experience. And when that learning curve makes a late break over the plate, you'd better start to swing away.
Sunday, 5 November 2006
It doesn't take a big man to admit that he drinks. It takes a big man to get wasted and perform impromptu sermons naked from a balcony; raving upon the ravages of the insanity of stata bylaws and noisy offspring in adjoining arpartments...
Saturday, 4 November 2006
The journey toward enlightenment need not begin in any particular direction so much as that it needs to begin at all - and if you create your own beery reality with which to illuminate yourself, enlightenment can indeed glass you in the jaw in the comfort of your own bathtub.
Thursday, 7 September 2006
80% alliterative. Deliberate? Subconsciously. All normal thought stolen by the weight and treachery of the outdoor world. A world where a boy has to battle all manner of foes armed to the teeth just to find the time to get back into the kitchen where he belongs.
Tuesday, 13 June 2006
If you cook naked, and you get burned, then you're a chump, and I'll throw my empties at you from my balcony. Goddamnit, boy! Put some pants on and cook like a grown-up!
Saturday, 1 April 2006
Belvedere ... Ethan ... Alex ... clear:both;
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