A distinctly inner north of Melbourne phenomenon, a pint dweller is a guy who only would ever get a pint. He has been in multiple bands and possibly been a sound guy. He will wax lyrical about how shit the Naarm scene has become. Your typical pint dweller is wearing a local band merch t shirt that doesn’t quite fit and hugs his growing paunch. He doesn’t respect rules around non smoking areas in venues. He leaves behind a string of relationships with women who thought they could help him clean up his act. He likely has a vitamin deficiency. Legendary scenester or hopeless villain? You decide.
“Don’t you know that pint dweller having an ciggie outside the Tote?”
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.