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Thursday, June 18, 2009
Blog Supports Good People of Iran
Well, Y'know, ummmm, the Blog knows nobody has read the Blog since the 1979 Revolution but I thought I would throw my weight behind what is going on in Iran.
For two reasons.
I have a soft spot for Iran after they drew 2-2 with us in 1997 and turfed us out of the World Cup. Iran were down 2-0 - I remember to this day missing the first goal from a 17 year old Harry Kewell as i strolled around the corner from my lounge in Garran to collect a beer from the kitchen fridge - when serial pest Peter Hoare ran on to the paddock to pull down the net.
Hoare of course doesn't know this, but i called him a fuck-knuckle. What struck me at the time as only slightly less idiotic than Hoare was the sight of the Iranian goal keeper doing summersaults around his goal square while they fixed the net.
" Dude," I said, " there are 19 minutes to go, you're 2-0 down, what is with this somersault action ? You're gone for all money. "
The rest of course is history. The game re-started, the Iranians scored twice, once from playing a simple long ball over the Australian's heads, and we were knocked out on the "away" goal rule.
Fair enough. I thought we would never make the World Cup after that. But 2006, and its thrills were even sweeter cos of this fuck-up. That is another Post.
Anyhow, what this Post is about is the spirit of the Iranians. Clearly these people are an impressive lot who will not give up easily. Based on that goalkeeper and this election. So, umm, support them anyway you can.
http://reunifygally.wordpress.com/2009/06/18/help-translate/
we all should do everything we can to
For two reasons.
I have a soft spot for Iran after they drew 2-2 with us in 1997 and turfed us out of the World Cup. Iran were down 2-0 - I remember to this day missing the first goal from a 17 year old Harry Kewell as i strolled around the corner from my lounge in Garran to collect a beer from the kitchen fridge - when serial pest Peter Hoare ran on to the paddock to pull down the net.
Hoare of course doesn't know this, but i called him a fuck-knuckle. What struck me at the time as only slightly less idiotic than Hoare was the sight of the Iranian goal keeper doing summersaults around his goal square while they fixed the net.
" Dude," I said, " there are 19 minutes to go, you're 2-0 down, what is with this somersault action ? You're gone for all money. "
The rest of course is history. The game re-started, the Iranians scored twice, once from playing a simple long ball over the Australian's heads, and we were knocked out on the "away" goal rule.
Fair enough. I thought we would never make the World Cup after that. But 2006, and its thrills were even sweeter cos of this fuck-up. That is another Post.
Anyhow, what this Post is about is the spirit of the Iranians. Clearly these people are an impressive lot who will not give up easily. Based on that goalkeeper and this election. So, umm, support them anyway you can.
http://reunifygally.wordpress.com/2009/06/18/help-translate/
we all should do everything we can to
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Grow up Naive Soccer Media - Of Course we deserved to beat Bahrain.
which game were these clowns watching and a win is a win and do you think the real soccer countries carry on like this when they win these games. No they don't.
Good teams win these games. Ordinary teams lose them. It's pretty simple.
Bahrain had only the keeper to beat twice - and they missed both.
Get the first one. get your confidence up and at home all of a sudden yr a 3-zip winner. Miss the first one, miss the second one and then lose in injury time when Bresciano held of one defender, then beat the keeper - that aint no robbery. that's collecting a hard earned pay packet after a tough nights work. Bahrain, I hope they get the baby bonus.
Good teams win these games. Ordinary teams lose them. It's pretty simple.
Bahrain had only the keeper to beat twice - and they missed both.
Get the first one. get your confidence up and at home all of a sudden yr a 3-zip winner. Miss the first one, miss the second one and then lose in injury time when Bresciano held of one defender, then beat the keeper - that aint no robbery. that's collecting a hard earned pay packet after a tough nights work. Bahrain, I hope they get the baby bonus.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Clooney or did i post now.
Nobody was more surprised than me when I recently awoke in my bed, after a night of troubled dreams, to discover I had been transformed into an enormous George Clooney fan.
Up to then, I had thought mainly of George Clooney as well, just "George Clooney" - more a Celebrity Proper noun than a person or an actor, much less my favourite kind of actor, the comic.
But then in the space of a week or so, Elly and i saw, "Burn After Reading," at the world's most comfortable cinema, the Dendy Newtown followed by " Intolerable Cruelty, " in the comfort of our own home.
And Clooney was such a goddam highlight. His charm, smile and verve mostly keep him just barely infallible in the face of a hostile universe. And nobody is more surprised than him.
And how when his naivete does finally get the best of him, and he ends up absurdly floundering about because of it, nobody is more surprised than him.
Like when he confronts Catherine Zeta-Jones's, Marilyn Rexroth, all crestfallen -" I guess something inside of me died when i realised you hired a goon to kill me."
Off course, it is supremely amoozing cos Marilyn had simply outwitted Wheezy Joe, the goon Clooney's Miles Massey had hired to kill Marilyn, doubled his fee and sent him out to take Miles down..
Anyhow, y'all should see that movie and the "Burn After Reading."
Eloise and I have re-cast the movie of our lives. She will be played by Drew Barrymore and George Clooney will take on the role of me. Brad Pitt will play our personal trainer.
Up to then, I had thought mainly of George Clooney as well, just "George Clooney" - more a Celebrity Proper noun than a person or an actor, much less my favourite kind of actor, the comic.
But then in the space of a week or so, Elly and i saw, "Burn After Reading," at the world's most comfortable cinema, the Dendy Newtown followed by " Intolerable Cruelty, " in the comfort of our own home.
And Clooney was such a goddam highlight. His charm, smile and verve mostly keep him just barely infallible in the face of a hostile universe. And nobody is more surprised than him.
And how when his naivete does finally get the best of him, and he ends up absurdly floundering about because of it, nobody is more surprised than him.
Like when he confronts Catherine Zeta-Jones's, Marilyn Rexroth, all crestfallen -" I guess something inside of me died when i realised you hired a goon to kill me."
Off course, it is supremely amoozing cos Marilyn had simply outwitted Wheezy Joe, the goon Clooney's Miles Massey had hired to kill Marilyn, doubled his fee and sent him out to take Miles down..
Anyhow, y'all should see that movie and the "Burn After Reading."
Eloise and I have re-cast the movie of our lives. She will be played by Drew Barrymore and George Clooney will take on the role of me. Brad Pitt will play our personal trainer.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Fedde Le Grand's relational knowing of landscape and estrangement. Discuss.
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Test 2
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Monday, February 04, 2008
Shine your Headlights' Setting Sun or "How's The Serenity?"
This is a simple test to see if the Blog can upload pics after its visit to the Cook Islands, a brief hibernation and the absorption of the new Rudd paradigm.
Appears the answer is, Yes.
This is the twilight view from Nikao beach. The beach was a short walk from the clinic where we worked and stayed on Rarotonga. It took less time to stroll to the beach than it would take for me to walk downstairs to the kitchen here in Glebe for another cup of coffee.
For those of you who wanna, and you know who you are, feel free to check our travel Blog, Pete and Elly go Kia Orana Cook Islands' Capers, at
Pete and Elly go Kia Orana Cook Islands' Capers
For posterity, we'll link to it in the sidebar for kicks.
Appears the answer is, Yes.
This is the twilight view from Nikao beach. The beach was a short walk from the clinic where we worked and stayed on Rarotonga. It took less time to stroll to the beach than it would take for me to walk downstairs to the kitchen here in Glebe for another cup of coffee.
For those of you who wanna, and you know who you are, feel free to check our travel Blog, Pete and Elly go Kia Orana Cook Islands' Capers, at
For posterity, we'll link to it in the sidebar for kicks.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
I'm Pretty Sure this was a great country when I last looked
I have just come from what has become a benzene ring of End of Year functions at work - this one I enjoyed.
There was a mixture of mingling and the relationship building but when someone said to me with a straight face, " We downsized from Vaucluse to Double Bay," I grimaced internally and wondered and reached for a canape.
There was a mixture of mingling and the relationship building but when someone said to me with a straight face, " We downsized from Vaucluse to Double Bay," I grimaced internally and wondered and reached for a canape.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Not with a bang but a wimper ...
as an old friend of mine in Adelaide used to say over late night Chivas Regal and bad poker, " Learners learn ..."
There were no baseball bats.
There were no baseball bats.
J'Endorse
I don't even know if that means anything in French.
If you look hard enough and listen to people that are not me, that might be a metaphor for this election. I don't wanna go into it.
For those who are old enough and such poor judges of character to have known me since the last election, you will note much less campaign action on the blog this time around when compared to the great Latham Supernova ..
there are reassons, but i'd like to keep this a tight post. I blame the keyboard on this new laptop. It feels like i'm punching a sponge everytime I type. I blame, I blame, I blame ... but ,"The blame game must stop !" as Kevin might say .. but hang on, i'm getting off message ..
As we all know, Government is the weakest point of democracy.
The punters, the chicks in short shorts, the blokes, the hoi polloi, the riff raff, the mob that think they know what's right for every one else, the - don't forget to breathe - Pier's Akerman's of this world, it's the messy mass of this mob that, are, if you'll allow me to go all Hillsong, the juiced up strength of our DemoKracy ..
Tomorrow, this blog urges it's readership to vote for change.
I don't even remember the March 96 election but I remember seeing a sad Paul Keating in sunglasses walking through Manuka on a Winter Sunday afternoon in 96. I was going for coffee and was callow. He had a hired goon walking with him.
Keating was right. When you change the Government you change the country. But, on a deeper French type of level that will get you the chicks - when the people change, the Government changes and the Government does what the goddam country wants it to do.
Saying that, what kind of drink would my election night be if the Government changes ? (He asks a lot of questions, Kevin). Maybe a banana smoothy with nostalgia and imaginings of the future running through it like an Amazonian nutritional supplement.
And if I am inclined to reflect while I slurp up the night, I imagine between drinks, nibblies and mingling I might, just might, end up contemplating the beauty of a nation prepared to change. Peut-etre. ( I am doing French at night school ! )
If you look hard enough and listen to people that are not me, that might be a metaphor for this election. I don't wanna go into it.
For those who are old enough and such poor judges of character to have known me since the last election, you will note much less campaign action on the blog this time around when compared to the great Latham Supernova ..
there are reassons, but i'd like to keep this a tight post. I blame the keyboard on this new laptop. It feels like i'm punching a sponge everytime I type. I blame, I blame, I blame ... but ,"The blame game must stop !" as Kevin might say .. but hang on, i'm getting off message ..
As we all know, Government is the weakest point of democracy.
The punters, the chicks in short shorts, the blokes, the hoi polloi, the riff raff, the mob that think they know what's right for every one else, the - don't forget to breathe - Pier's Akerman's of this world, it's the messy mass of this mob that, are, if you'll allow me to go all Hillsong, the juiced up strength of our DemoKracy ..
Tomorrow, this blog urges it's readership to vote for change.
I don't even remember the March 96 election but I remember seeing a sad Paul Keating in sunglasses walking through Manuka on a Winter Sunday afternoon in 96. I was going for coffee and was callow. He had a hired goon walking with him.
Keating was right. When you change the Government you change the country. But, on a deeper French type of level that will get you the chicks - when the people change, the Government changes and the Government does what the goddam country wants it to do.
Saying that, what kind of drink would my election night be if the Government changes ? (He asks a lot of questions, Kevin). Maybe a banana smoothy with nostalgia and imaginings of the future running through it like an Amazonian nutritional supplement.
And if I am inclined to reflect while I slurp up the night, I imagine between drinks, nibblies and mingling I might, just might, end up contemplating the beauty of a nation prepared to change. Peut-etre. ( I am doing French at night school ! )
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Politics of Dancing with a whimper.
Yes, some insights I hear you call. Tell us, tell us, your wispish election guesswork.
Well, my advice is, some seats will be won, some lost and some replaced after beinng left outside for too long in the rain but on the night look out for entertaining results around these seats with close Bright family connections.
1 - If the member for Higgins (Lib 8.8%), in Melbourne, the honourable treasurer, is ousted, and, hey, my brother lives in Higgins and he is capable of anything, then I will I never comment on the number of agapanthus' that line the streets of Camberwell again. I will also never wander unannounced into Mrs Costello's bedroom accidentally ...
2 - If the member for Sturt (Lib 6.8%), Chris Pyne is ousted, I will remember the time I did not vote for him as President of the Uni of Adelaide Student's Association in the late 80's. I have close family friends who live in Sturt. It is also adjacent to the seat of Adelaide ( Labor 1.3% ) where my mother resides and where I know a number of hired goons.
3 - Look out for Nick Xenophon in the Senate in SA. Xenophon is a peculiar Adelaide phenomenon. He has been in the Upper House there for a number of years mainly on the back of wearing billboards in Rundle Mall and his sincere belief that pokies suck. Which they do, but only a South Australian would vote for you cos of it ... He originally ran under the banner of NO POKIES in SA and won. and then won again. and again. It is not inconceivable he may hold the balance of power in the Senate. They love him like a Pie Floater over there. He'll get a seat or I'll shave something. I hope he didnt go to the right schools.
4 - The Seat of Sydney, Labor's safest ( 17.3%), held by Tanya Plibersek. I know Plibersek has been sending around a lot of paperwork. And she made an appearance at the Glebe Markets a few weeks back and also at the townhall. Buthey, she aint knocked on our door. Hang on, that might be her now ... no, it was some old guy in a Hawaian shirt knocking next door. No, I like her. Her hair is definitely the best of all the candidates.
5 - Other seats with Bright influences include Kingsford-Smith held by "US Forces get the nod." Should be no worries. My Aunty Nita voted for Gough. Her vote is locked in.
6 - The seat of Dobell ( Lib 4.8 % )on the Central Coast. My cousin, Kay, who is an artist lives in Killarney Vale which is in Dobell. It includes The Entrance and The Entrance is a pleasant seaside resort. If you have children, it would be a nice place to send them to board. Ken Ticehurst holds this seat. I dunno, it could be me but whenever I hear hisname i think of "head lice."
7 - Wentworth (Lib 2.6%). One of my great Adelaide friends, Harry, lives in Woollahra in the nether regions between Gay Wentworth and Jewish Wentworth ..... i'm leaving the jokes alone. have a soft spot for Turnbull as he is a Republican and i fought and died in the war for this country. But Newhouse I also have a lot of time for. The fact he may have been too late in tendering his resignation to the NSW Government, that sort of ramshackleness, disorganisation, failure to prioritise, that really endears me to him.
I may not Blog again until the night before when I will endorse my preferred TCBH candidate, refuse to tell you who it is and wait, wait, wait ...
Well, my advice is, some seats will be won, some lost and some replaced after beinng left outside for too long in the rain but on the night look out for entertaining results around these seats with close Bright family connections.
1 - If the member for Higgins (Lib 8.8%), in Melbourne, the honourable treasurer, is ousted, and, hey, my brother lives in Higgins and he is capable of anything, then I will I never comment on the number of agapanthus' that line the streets of Camberwell again. I will also never wander unannounced into Mrs Costello's bedroom accidentally ...
2 - If the member for Sturt (Lib 6.8%), Chris Pyne is ousted, I will remember the time I did not vote for him as President of the Uni of Adelaide Student's Association in the late 80's. I have close family friends who live in Sturt. It is also adjacent to the seat of Adelaide ( Labor 1.3% ) where my mother resides and where I know a number of hired goons.
3 - Look out for Nick Xenophon in the Senate in SA. Xenophon is a peculiar Adelaide phenomenon. He has been in the Upper House there for a number of years mainly on the back of wearing billboards in Rundle Mall and his sincere belief that pokies suck. Which they do, but only a South Australian would vote for you cos of it ... He originally ran under the banner of NO POKIES in SA and won. and then won again. and again. It is not inconceivable he may hold the balance of power in the Senate. They love him like a Pie Floater over there. He'll get a seat or I'll shave something. I hope he didnt go to the right schools.
4 - The Seat of Sydney, Labor's safest ( 17.3%), held by Tanya Plibersek. I know Plibersek has been sending around a lot of paperwork. And she made an appearance at the Glebe Markets a few weeks back and also at the townhall. Buthey, she aint knocked on our door. Hang on, that might be her now ... no, it was some old guy in a Hawaian shirt knocking next door. No, I like her. Her hair is definitely the best of all the candidates.
5 - Other seats with Bright influences include Kingsford-Smith held by "US Forces get the nod." Should be no worries. My Aunty Nita voted for Gough. Her vote is locked in.
6 - The seat of Dobell ( Lib 4.8 % )on the Central Coast. My cousin, Kay, who is an artist lives in Killarney Vale which is in Dobell. It includes The Entrance and The Entrance is a pleasant seaside resort. If you have children, it would be a nice place to send them to board. Ken Ticehurst holds this seat. I dunno, it could be me but whenever I hear hisname i think of "head lice."
7 - Wentworth (Lib 2.6%). One of my great Adelaide friends, Harry, lives in Woollahra in the nether regions between Gay Wentworth and Jewish Wentworth ..... i'm leaving the jokes alone. have a soft spot for Turnbull as he is a Republican and i fought and died in the war for this country. But Newhouse I also have a lot of time for. The fact he may have been too late in tendering his resignation to the NSW Government, that sort of ramshackleness, disorganisation, failure to prioritise, that really endears me to him.
I may not Blog again until the night before when I will endorse my preferred TCBH candidate, refuse to tell you who it is and wait, wait, wait ...
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Blog recognises Taiwan
Howsabout this APEC ? World leaders everywhere ... Over Yum Cha last night at the Marigold, this Blog recognised Taiwan. Steamed goods for all readers, they told me. I await delivery.
In between APEC and Bush talking off the record to Kevin Rudd - that's weird huh ? I can almost imagine him saying, "Yo, Rudd! I owe the man of steel so i'll word him up in the Telegraph but, y'know, i know which side my grits are buttered on and you seem pretty cool. I think I could like you. You wanna date ?" - there's has been some talk about the great unwashed congregating and electing a new Parliament sometime soon over sausage and bread. Cool. There was a small jumble sale at the booth for the State election - I am fully psyched for what will be in store for the real deal.
For those of you who remember Back To The Future, perhaps you might like to reflect on some of this Blogs commentary from the last Federal election. You may find it and shake your head at it all, in this vicinity -Too Clever By Half Historical Archive Release
Gees, now I remember, I had a rabbit writing for the Blog then.
Anyhow, I don't want to bring it on, but hey, my first election Post must be nearby.
In between APEC and Bush talking off the record to Kevin Rudd - that's weird huh ? I can almost imagine him saying, "Yo, Rudd! I owe the man of steel so i'll word him up in the Telegraph but, y'know, i know which side my grits are buttered on and you seem pretty cool. I think I could like you. You wanna date ?" - there's has been some talk about the great unwashed congregating and electing a new Parliament sometime soon over sausage and bread. Cool. There was a small jumble sale at the booth for the State election - I am fully psyched for what will be in store for the real deal.
For those of you who remember Back To The Future, perhaps you might like to reflect on some of this Blogs commentary from the last Federal election. You may find it and shake your head at it all, in this vicinity -
Gees, now I remember, I had a rabbit writing for the Blog then.
Anyhow, I don't want to bring it on, but hey, my first election Post must be nearby.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Join My Cult and Get a Free Drink
If this blog had a bumper sticker it'd say "My Other Website is Facebook." How conflicted am I about Facebook ?
I will not divert you with my ramblings on Facebook - there are dead French philosophers who can do that but can I tell you this "Sketch Me" App is pretty damn cool.
It takes a pic of you and makes it into a drawing. And if you are in a beard it is all the more impressive.
I expect the effect is similarly amplified if any props are involved.
Eat your heart out Etch-a-Sketch.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The beauty of postcards and the importance of getting a grip
I am home sick in inverted commas today - I could've hauled myself in at 20% but where's the tactics in that? I am a dedicated servant of the public and remind you all that when you are revelling in the business of being in the private enterprise or running your own Balmain Basket Weaving Business, there are a number of your kindred spirits in the Service that instill the belief that we are accountable to our shareholders - the public - and if they don't like it they can kick the bejesus out of us at pubs and games where Souths and the Sydney Roosters play, so watch your back ...
At this point I would like to diverge and talk about how when I first moved to Canberra in 1995 and decided I needed to devote myself to a new cause with the same fervour I had directed towards the mighty but consistently progressive Norwood Football Club in Adelaide ( see http://www.go-redlegs.com )
I reinvigorated my family ties to South Sydney - I went to Woden Plaza and bought a pair of Souths socks. I could not possibly have bought a top - cos in Canberra you would have more chance of buying the tye-died tank top of Jesus Christ on the Cross than buying a South Sydney top. I remember a mortifying moment of my life when drinking white wine out of a glass with ice in it, sometime in the late 90's in the Tuggeranong Valley of Canberra, explaining to people in attendance how I went for Souths. How I explained to them although I was from Adelaide my family and Souths were like "this." How my mum remembers times when the entirety of South Sydney from Randwick to Eastlakes to Mascot to all the way down to where the fuck St George or Canterbury-Bankstown or Balmain began, was covered in red and green streamers. Of course when saying this, i knew no more about Sydney than Joseph Banks in 1770 when he rocked up with a text book, an idea of what made a good garden and no HECS debt. But that was where the fun was.
Anyhow, postcards, we have postcards downstairs on our fridge from Budapest, The Galapagos Islands, Las Vega and Reyjkavik in Iceland ( after I very enthusiastically insisted El's dad send us a postcard from there during their cruise of the Atlantic and North Sea, "No one will ever get a postcard from Reyjkayvik, Martin, you got to send us one" The logic was compelling as was the service of Iceland Post. )
I think in even in the Iceage of Facebook, Myspace, e-mail and whatever the hell there is out there, postcards should survive. For mine, one of the great thrills of life is getting a message from somewhere else in the world with a picture attached. It's simple, it's easy, it's a wonder it hasn't become part of a major religion.
Now back to Souths - some of you readers may be familiar with my ranting on football, politics and the probability of a yellow swim suit being seen before October at the Victoria Park Pool - indeed. So I'll continue.
What we may be seeing with Souths is a rare moment nowadays.
A time where a part of the common generic past that was forfeited, sold off and sacrificed to the little pixies of progress that sing and dance and nibble on breadcrumbs and asbestos - a time that Souths lived through - will come back and remind us that sometimes, just sometimes, a little symptom of community like Souths can resurrect themselves and kick the world up the arse.
Maybe. And I'll have a Chicken Tikka and Cheese and Garlic Naan, thanks.
At this point I would like to diverge and talk about how when I first moved to Canberra in 1995 and decided I needed to devote myself to a new cause with the same fervour I had directed towards the mighty but consistently progressive Norwood Football Club in Adelaide ( see http://www.go-redlegs.com )
I reinvigorated my family ties to South Sydney - I went to Woden Plaza and bought a pair of Souths socks. I could not possibly have bought a top - cos in Canberra you would have more chance of buying the tye-died tank top of Jesus Christ on the Cross than buying a South Sydney top. I remember a mortifying moment of my life when drinking white wine out of a glass with ice in it, sometime in the late 90's in the Tuggeranong Valley of Canberra, explaining to people in attendance how I went for Souths. How I explained to them although I was from Adelaide my family and Souths were like "this." How my mum remembers times when the entirety of South Sydney from Randwick to Eastlakes to Mascot to all the way down to where the fuck St George or Canterbury-Bankstown or Balmain began, was covered in red and green streamers. Of course when saying this, i knew no more about Sydney than Joseph Banks in 1770 when he rocked up with a text book, an idea of what made a good garden and no HECS debt. But that was where the fun was.
Anyhow, postcards, we have postcards downstairs on our fridge from Budapest, The Galapagos Islands, Las Vega and Reyjkavik in Iceland ( after I very enthusiastically insisted El's dad send us a postcard from there during their cruise of the Atlantic and North Sea, "No one will ever get a postcard from Reyjkayvik, Martin, you got to send us one" The logic was compelling as was the service of Iceland Post. )
I think in even in the Iceage of Facebook, Myspace, e-mail and whatever the hell there is out there, postcards should survive. For mine, one of the great thrills of life is getting a message from somewhere else in the world with a picture attached. It's simple, it's easy, it's a wonder it hasn't become part of a major religion.
Now back to Souths - some of you readers may be familiar with my ranting on football, politics and the probability of a yellow swim suit being seen before October at the Victoria Park Pool - indeed. So I'll continue.
What we may be seeing with Souths is a rare moment nowadays.
A time where a part of the common generic past that was forfeited, sold off and sacrificed to the little pixies of progress that sing and dance and nibble on breadcrumbs and asbestos - a time that Souths lived through - will come back and remind us that sometimes, just sometimes, a little symptom of community like Souths can resurrect themselves and kick the world up the arse.
Maybe. And I'll have a Chicken Tikka and Cheese and Garlic Naan, thanks.
Friday, August 24, 2007
The Collective Noun for Incredibly Busy People
Blog Celebrates Return with Crazy Prices !
Well, fuck me, we're back for real, now. Courtesy of the legendary hosting people at Jumba and their smooth as $29.95 yearly hosting plan - we are back and I've got a good mind to put a link in my sidebar to them.
Many of you have been asking me, what has been happening to the Blog ? Will it ever return ? Will you have more pictures ? Are you hiring ? These sort of questions ...
Well, there's a lot of ways to answer those sort of questions. Maybe I'll do a video, I might set it in the R n B supaclub. I might have afro-ed chicks in red 70's pantsuits, reclining on rugs made out of faux tigers furs, interview me and tell 'em - " I answered all those questions on my Facebook page and you never even sent me a fish for my aquarium .. wazzup wid dat ?? " Facebook, Yeah, I link to it.
During our break in transmissions, I would like to thank the JT for hovering around this site like a dirty old man on the pull, in the early hours at some un-named night clubs we might've once frequented. JT, for your persistent tag-boarding and CPR on this blog, with a little tongue slipped in, your persistent cries of, " live, live, breathe goddam it !" you da man ! Long after this Blog is updated for the last time, your spirit will dwell here. Somewhere. Probably passed out on a couch in a link somewhere to the archives with your bondage butcher outfit on. But it will dwell.
Yeah, well, it feels like I've never been gone. Did much happen with you, reader, while I was away.
Anyway, more photos !
Many of you have been asking me, what has been happening to the Blog ? Will it ever return ? Will you have more pictures ? Are you hiring ? These sort of questions ...
Well, there's a lot of ways to answer those sort of questions. Maybe I'll do a video, I might set it in the R n B supaclub. I might have afro-ed chicks in red 70's pantsuits, reclining on rugs made out of faux tigers furs, interview me and tell 'em - " I answered all those questions on my Facebook page and you never even sent me a fish for my aquarium .. wazzup wid dat ?? " Facebook, Yeah, I link to it.
During our break in transmissions, I would like to thank the JT for hovering around this site like a dirty old man on the pull, in the early hours at some un-named night clubs we might've once frequented. JT, for your persistent tag-boarding and CPR on this blog, with a little tongue slipped in, your persistent cries of, " live, live, breathe goddam it !" you da man ! Long after this Blog is updated for the last time, your spirit will dwell here. Somewhere. Probably passed out on a couch in a link somewhere to the archives with your bondage butcher outfit on. But it will dwell.
Yeah, well, it feels like I've never been gone. Did much happen with you, reader, while I was away.
Anyway, more photos !
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Why I may never be elected Leader the Australian Labor Prty
With all the hoo haa of Kevin Rudd's visit to that establishment in New York - I, like all men of propriety, paused to consider if I have ever been to such a place.
And I'm not ashamed to admit it, yes, was my answer.
I recalled a blurry evening back in my early 20's when I had gone to a strip club in Hindley Street back in Adelaide and, religiously keeping my arms tucked in to my sides, seen cream in places i had never seen before.
Then I thought some more over the course of the day, and damn, i remembered I had been to Patpong Road, Bangkok, sometime in my late 20's and seen string in places i had never seen before.
Fair enough, a day or so passed and I remembered Eloise and I went to a strip joint in Adelaide, the Crazy Horse. It's legendary. And wasn't there that time in Mitchell during Summernats - that was rough and that guy in the wheelchair got the best spot .. I still think it was a rental.
And God as my witness, I just remembered another one, I went to a strip club in Melbourne ,too. Again in those mis-spent early 20's, on a weekend trip from Adelaide. I got a black eye that weekend and one of my friends kept buying himself lap dances out the back in a small room behind a curtain. Harry, you know who you are ...
I'm pretty sure that's it but will keep you updated reader. I'm levelling completely with you ...
I never saw the naked form of a woman straddling me, No Sir, your honour, I did not.
And I'm not ashamed to admit it, yes, was my answer.
I recalled a blurry evening back in my early 20's when I had gone to a strip club in Hindley Street back in Adelaide and, religiously keeping my arms tucked in to my sides, seen cream in places i had never seen before.
Then I thought some more over the course of the day, and damn, i remembered I had been to Patpong Road, Bangkok, sometime in my late 20's and seen string in places i had never seen before.
Fair enough, a day or so passed and I remembered Eloise and I went to a strip joint in Adelaide, the Crazy Horse. It's legendary. And wasn't there that time in Mitchell during Summernats - that was rough and that guy in the wheelchair got the best spot .. I still think it was a rental.
And God as my witness, I just remembered another one, I went to a strip club in Melbourne ,too. Again in those mis-spent early 20's, on a weekend trip from Adelaide. I got a black eye that weekend and one of my friends kept buying himself lap dances out the back in a small room behind a curtain. Harry, you know who you are ...
I'm pretty sure that's it but will keep you updated reader. I'm levelling completely with you ...
Well like all no good sons and daughters we have returned home to the spare room
Unbelievable ! What an excursion in free web-hosting screwsville.
When I can get into that mansion of many rooms that is my webspace I will be re-directing toocleverbyhalf.org back here to my good ol' clunky ozemail domain .. until I head back out of the tent and try and do it all again. Without no facny goddam GPS in my phone to show me the way.
To prove this is me I am uploading a photo - here goes ..
debacle ! That took about a glacier melt to upload - still i'm here .. well, if you are still here you will notice some ghost posts, from June, July, April, months past gone, gone, gone when the Blog was under the covers reading books by torchlight hidden from prying eyes of readers, eating chips and leaving crumbs in the bed to rise ascendant now sometime in early Spring when chicks are wearing less. Spring we throw our arms out to you in greeting..
Reader, if you are still here, have a small chocolate mint on me and stick around when we get the technology sorted we are confident the Spring will bring you more of what you really, really want.
When I can get into that mansion of many rooms that is my webspace I will be re-directing toocleverbyhalf.org back here to my good ol' clunky ozemail domain .. until I head back out of the tent and try and do it all again. Without no facny goddam GPS in my phone to show me the way.
To prove this is me I am uploading a photo - here goes ..
debacle ! That took about a glacier melt to upload - still i'm here .. well, if you are still here you will notice some ghost posts, from June, July, April, months past gone, gone, gone when the Blog was under the covers reading books by torchlight hidden from prying eyes of readers, eating chips and leaving crumbs in the bed to rise ascendant now sometime in early Spring when chicks are wearing less. Spring we throw our arms out to you in greeting..
Reader, if you are still here, have a small chocolate mint on me and stick around when we get the technology sorted we are confident the Spring will bring you more of what you really, really want.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Saturday, June 09, 2007
Rainy Day Highlights
Rain - it inspires the dot point.
It
really
does.
Wholemeal Cheesymites from Baker's Delight
Ben Kweller and Fergie get it on
Grunters at Victoria Park Gym
The splash smack of AFL on a wet Saturday afternoon
Why does Brad Pitt always walk behind Angelina ?
Utes abandoned to rising floodwaters
Screaming Paris goes back to jail
It
really
does.
Wholemeal Cheesymites from Baker's Delight
Ben Kweller and Fergie get it on
Grunters at Victoria Park Gym
The splash smack of AFL on a wet Saturday afternoon
Why does Brad Pitt always walk behind Angelina ?
Utes abandoned to rising floodwaters
Screaming Paris goes back to jail
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally decided what to post
Please lubricate your eyes before viewing.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Grey Knit Tsunami Warning
The Blog likes to cover a range of topics but fashion is not one that gets a lot of coverage on these pages. Y'know. But I can't let this latest trend go unaddressed.
Y'know, what is it with all these chicks in the grey knit gear ?
I am talking grey marle cotton knit with cascade drape.
I am talking v-neck zig-zagged knits.
I am talking the sort of creations you might wear a high-necked skivvy under.
If I had a daughter I would lock her up.
Female readers of the Blog, i implore you - what about a cropped yellow trench ?
It's going to be a nasty season for fashion disasters.
Y'know, what is it with all these chicks in the grey knit gear ?
I am talking grey marle cotton knit with cascade drape.
I am talking v-neck zig-zagged knits.
I am talking the sort of creations you might wear a high-necked skivvy under.
If I had a daughter I would lock her up.
Female readers of the Blog, i implore you - what about a cropped yellow trench ?
It's going to be a nasty season for fashion disasters.
Little Miss Sunshine
El and I watched this movie last Sunday night.
i am sure you all know that Sunday night is best suited to only a certain kind of movie. I think the Germans have a word for it.
This was the perfect example.
I provide just one quote that does not give a sneaky peak of how goddam spot on this movie is. A feel good, roll around laughing your arse off kind of movie. El and I commend it to you, It ranks in our top 5 movies that do not star Owen Wilson or Ben Stiller. It does however star that guy from the "40 Year Old Virgin," who also played the weatherman in "Ron Burgundy, Anchorman."
Grandpa: [to Dwayne, his 15 year old Grandson] Fuck a lotta women, kid, I have no reason to lie to you. Not just one, a lotta women.
Richard: [Dwayne's father] Okay, dad, I think we get it.
Grandpa: [to Dwayne, who does not speak and only communicates through writing on a pad] Are you getting it? Is it going in anywhere? No, don't show me the pad. I don't wanna see the fucking pad.
i am sure you all know that Sunday night is best suited to only a certain kind of movie. I think the Germans have a word for it.
This was the perfect example.
I provide just one quote that does not give a sneaky peak of how goddam spot on this movie is. A feel good, roll around laughing your arse off kind of movie. El and I commend it to you, It ranks in our top 5 movies that do not star Owen Wilson or Ben Stiller. It does however star that guy from the "40 Year Old Virgin," who also played the weatherman in "Ron Burgundy, Anchorman."
Grandpa: [to Dwayne, his 15 year old Grandson] Fuck a lotta women, kid, I have no reason to lie to you. Not just one, a lotta women.
Richard: [Dwayne's father] Okay, dad, I think we get it.
Grandpa: [to Dwayne, who does not speak and only communicates through writing on a pad] Are you getting it? Is it going in anywhere? No, don't show me the pad. I don't wanna see the fucking pad.
