The MON Blogs

If you’ve found this site you may have wondered why some of the content on this site is so warped, bizarre and generally non-sensical.

No we don’t use drugs. But we do write alot of our stuff at rather odd hours of the morning. In fact some of our best material was written between 1 and 3am. Dex (Deon) and I (Matt (Colonel)) once wrote our own Final Godzilla script over a couple of nights, each night waiting until after 12 before we started writing.

Some time we wouldn’t even work on projects. We’d just discuss things. Like the availability of certain web domain adresses:

Colonel says:
try consulting:

Colonel says:
www.obscurepartsofthebrain.com

Dex says:
that doesnt work

Dex says:
see! who said good webadresses dont exist anymore!

Colonel says:
I reckon any self respecting insurance corporation would be kidding themselves if they didn’t believe they could increase productivity 900% with a web address like www.obscurepartsofthebrain.com

Dex says:
yes I know

Dex says:
in fact., that address now costs upwards of 4000 first born sons

Colonel says:
pffft, that’s nothing compared to what I spent on my last vended Renoir

Colonel says:
An address of that quality should be worth…

Colonel says:
1 million first born sons

Colonel says:
and three first born daughters

Colonel says:
the rarest type of first born son there is!

Dex says:
rofl of course

Colonel says:
you better have!

Colonel says:
rofled that is!

Dex says:
yes I am that verb in action format

Colonel says:
Verb actionedified

Our tendency to wait until strange hours of the night to work on projects led to seriously warped sleeping patterns and permanent scarring and as a result I can no longer say fried chicken while standing on one leg.

Soon it resulted in reckless anti social behaviour. I thought Dex went too far when he tried to climb the Empire State Building in his pyjamas, only to realise he was still in Sydney, and he wasn’t really climbing the Empire State Building but instead teaching a squirrel how to recite Proust to school children.

I thought our late night vigils had to stop. My attempts to steal time and thus destroy the concept of “after 12 am” were thwarted when I realised that my deer had become a advertisment for Calvin Klein (Do I get royalties for mentioning brand names on this blog) and I had been cast in the lead role of a musical about the disappearance of 3/4 of the known Universe.

My conversation with Dex was as follows:

Colonel says:
Detroit only made good sweaters up until, but not including, 1634

Dex says:
yeah – the 1635 editions were terrible

Colonel says:
1635 was a bad year for sweaters generally, what with the invention of the neck high pantaloons and all

Dex says:
yeah – damn those high neck pantaloons

Dex says:
I mean, I could barely see over them

Colonel says:
I lost two necks and three knees because of them

Dex says:
yeah – only 2 necks? you got off easily

Colonel says:
I know, that’s why they made me King

Dex says:
yeah – and I was stuck being the Evil Arch Duke!

As you can see Dex had become jealous of my starring role in the musical and chose to express it through the metaphors of sweaters, or Arch Dukes…

I’m not really sure.

Perhaps if I analyse it post-modernly (not a word) I’ll get a better understanding.

But alas, it’s not 3 o’clock in the morning, and things make too much sense at this time.

Cheers,
Matt (Colonel)