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THE BAD DOCTOR

"I don't understand this fucking question..."

Dr Aidan 'Aido' Webb is a bullshit artist (salesman), student, part-time writer, photographer, director, and the world's least qualified doctor. When not waxing lyrical about politics, philosophy or drug abuse, he enjoys blogging, drinking at parties and shaking babies to see what falls out.

Likes include: Motorcycles, unicorns, talking shit in the third person and eating pasta.
Dislikes include: People who think 'watching the news' is a form of education. Anyone in advertising.

DOCTOR WHO?

I can't believe I work in sales. Ever wake up in the morning and wonder how you got somewhere? I wake up every morning and I know exactly how I got here. 'Here' being the sales team for Vodafone/Ihug and let me tell you something: It's a scary way to start the day. Six years of university and what do I have? A old french car, a cat with worms, three dozen shoe boxes of photos and a penchant for acid-tongued girls who chain smoke. I should have been a bohemian hack writer, but I was born a century too late. A talentless man in a time after France but before the Blade Runners.

I'm a big believer in the romantics, beauty, tragedy, comedy, and everyone's favourite, tragicomedy. I try not to live a happy life, but to enjoy an interesting one. Self-esteem is for women.

SO I WAS HAVING THIS DREAM... [my latest blog]

151107 - broken edges

Bitch took my edge, wrapped it in grease paper.
Where do you go when you want to be lost? You head in all directions at once.

If you're looking for me, try here .

PS. I am great, how are you?( view more / subscribe )

ANOTHER 17 REASONS

I have a more varied and well established social network than you. Shame.
Seriously though, I have extraordinarily hip friends. Feel free to sample a few.

PUNCH MY TICKET

I'm a young pakeha man of twentytwo years.
I live on a dead-end street near a liquor store and primary school.
My favourite colours are irrelevant, favourite numbers; nonsensical.
A Jabberwocky lives under my bed and sings to me every night in broken, backwards verse.
When life hands me lemons I punch life in the goddamn throat,
because I'm sick of making lemonade.

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bombastic crap

it's all done with numbers uncomfortably enthusiastic the sun at combat bay space debris impact blues precious time all I know all this noise Flipping Numbers drugs, sex and loneliness (View All Blogs)

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broken edges

Bitch took my edge, wrapped it in grease paper.Where do you go when you want to be lost? You head in all directions at once.If you're looking for me, try here.PS. I am great, how are you?...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:21:00 PST

I love badly

In this instance 'badly' is an adverb, implying that the mechanism that alows me to love is somehow broken... By the time I'd realised, it was far too late. The first time I told her I loved her, we h...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 06:25:00 PST

a lot goes on

sometimes I feel I am drowning. No worse, I'm slowly drying out. I feel like a fish that's out of water. I know - I just fucking know - that I'll be ok as long as I can make it back to the river or th...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 04:14:00 PST

write me a wall

Sell me a memory.You know who you are. I'll pay you top dollar in paper and stone - with credit and interest and dignity on hold. Nothing owing, not a thing. Obscenity, money and thyme.Mene.Roll me so...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 09:31:00 PST

it's all done with numbers

bio-mechanical electo-apatosauri of nuclear fueled death...The dinosaurs didn't die out. they got recruited for the war effort. They're still breeding them now.You wanna know the REAL reason elephants...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:12:00 PST

uncomfortably enthusiastic

It's 3:04am on Saturday the 16th of June, and this is a horror story.Twist the key and slam the gas. Get the timing wrong and you'll be sitting in this dead-end street for a quarter of an hour before ...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 05:23:00 PST

hundreds of words

Sometimes it feels like a control freak.The city was a liquid tonight. Riding a fine line between chillingly damp and pleasantly wet. But these nights are safe inside my rolling tin can and it's not ...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 04:12:00 PST

the sun at combat bay

"The first time I made coffee for just myself-"You made too much of it?Yeah...When I first heard that I wished I'd written it.But you can't even play guitar. I know. But I sing, that's a start.Hey, di...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:56:00 PST

the space debris impact blues

It's the question, not the answer that's gonna send you blind.It's the method, not the journey that's gonna hurt you most.It's the acting, not the impulse that's gonna burn your hand.Hard, incredibly ...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Sun, 27 May 2007 03:45:00 PST

precious time

It seems that lately I haven't had time for anything, or rather - I've been doing so much there hasn't been time for a nice big stretch of nothing.Even now I should be sleeping. Nine-to-Five is gruel...
Posted by The Bad Doctor on Tue, 22 May 2007 06:24:00 PST