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(no subject) [May. 30th, 2008|10:49 am]
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Euroblindness, more like! [May. 25th, 2008|10:55 pm]
Stupid Europe. I think they must have been watching the wrong show. How could such terrible acts rate so highly? How could the gay ice-skaters have won? The mind boggles.

I think the truth is that it takes something truly spectacular to break down the regional alliances. If all the acts are average (as they predominantly were this year), then people just vote with the Bloc. Excuse the pun.

My favourites were France (the bearded backup singers and the guy inhaling helium from the globe), Azerbaijan (the devils and angels with the funky contact lenses), Ukraine (girl in silver dress - boys in a box), Finland (cock rock orgy), and Greece (pink dress and a big love heart).

The most awful entries were Israel (NOT A REAL COUNTRY), Spain (you're not funny), and Russia (how the hell did that hideous man win? He had bare feet! On ice! That's just irresponsible!).

Anyway, I'm so cross about the outcome that if I was a knitter I would take a leaf out of Chloe's book and throw my knitting at the television. And because I am not able to enact this cathartic display, I must go to bed in a very bad mood, indeed.
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2008|10:23 am]
I just realised that <b>I</b> am a moxie-based character. You know - <b>in real life</b>. Weird.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2008|01:58 pm]
I'm completely addicted to the Kingdom of Loathing. My reality seems so boring and limited compared to my Moxie-based character, Lady Arsenic.

Right now, in the Kingdom, I'm up to the Naughty Sorceress quest. I have to fight some topiary golems and finish the hedge maze puzzle so that I can get into the chamber and up the tower.

My current familiar (companion animal that helps me win fights and so on) is a Ninja Pirate Zombie Robot named Allegora.

I have 5 million meat in my closet. That makes me a pretty rich player. Yeah, the currency is meat. Money is worthless around these parts.

I wish more of my real life friends played KoL.
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(no subject) [May. 17th, 2008|04:04 pm]
Two people have recently inspired me to start writing in here again. One is taloet, and the other is Demyx, curse her.

Taloet just arrived in Melbourne yesterday to spend two weeks ambling around in the lead-up to the Dropkick Murphys gig. We caught up yesterday and devised a plan for all the world's super-rich to have to wear really big hats, to kind of even the score. He also suggested that the key to my feet not hurting so much from standing up all day might be to grow some extra toes, at the back. The weight distribution possibilities are promising.

Props to Dave for his equally-good suggestion that I build myself a robot exo-skeleton.
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Australian Idol [Oct. 14th, 2007|07:50 pm]
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So let's start with this: Ben gives me the shits. He has that really arrogant attitude that he knows better than the judges. Tarisai has the exact same attitude. They argue with the judges like the judges don't know anything about music or the music business; as though these people are trying to bring them down and not help them.

Seriously.

Ben has a really great voice. He really can sing, albeit with a very limited range. He has a very 'twink' image, which I'm sure many, many queer boys will be loving (I'm guessing they'd be his biggest fan base). But Mark and Dicko are right - he doesn't connect with his songs. He's singing them quite well technically, but he's not actually saying anything. It's a pretty, empty package.

Marty, on the other hand, looks like crap, sings every note with the exact same inflection, and actually means what he's singing. Poor bugger. He really does look like that puppet, Agro. His voice is very, very interesting, but the Aussie accent is much, much thicker when he sings - almost contrived. I almost hate that as much as I hate Aussies who sing with an American accent. And he's definitely not pop star material.

Natalie sings well, but she's kinda... boring. You know? She sang that 'They Tried to Make Me Go To Rehab' song by Amy Winehouse, and she is so obviously not someone who has ever, ever experienced anything like what that song is talking about. This week, she's doing 'My Endless Love', and she's belting it out, but she just doesn't come across as having felt like that about anyone. I think she needs to go out and get wasted a few times and screw around and fall in and out of love a bit, and then start her musical career.

You know, the judges are actually pretty spot-on most of the time. Except for Marcia. Marcia is just fucking useless. She seems to think that constructive criticism is a mean thing to provide for someone. I mean, Mark, Dicko, and even Kyle (*insert vomit noises here*) are not getting anything out of this (other than what is very probably a large paycheque) - they're trying to help. They actually have some experience in the music industry: Mark was a highly successful recording artist and is now a producer; Dicko has been a producer for aeons; and Kyle is a radio presenter and knows what plays and what doesn't. They each offer some advice from their own experience, and each of them has their own perspective on success and how to achieve it. They're pushing (or trying to push) the contestants to do their best. What more could you ask?

Which is why I hate the way that Ben and Tarisai just kinda go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatEVER.' What about, 'Hey, you're in the industry and you're taking the time to give me the advice which you feel would serve me best in my career - thank you so much, and I will take your comments on-board'?

Carl has a really cool voice and sounds kinda like his trumpet - there's a wind instrument quality to him (which, I suppose, a voice is). He, like Ben, has a limited range, which affects his ability to really punch his songs home. Or, more to the point, his voice sounds kinda strained at certain pitches. It's a shame, because I like the songs he sings - mostly swing - and I like the way he sings them. The big problem with Carl, from my point of view, is that he's in the Army. It just makes me go, 'You sound good and I like the cut of your jib, but you kill people on John Howard's orders... so... um... I don't like you.' Prejudiced? Yes. Thank you. I'm working on it.

Now, as much as it pains me to say this, I don't half mind Matt Corby. He is very easy on the eyes (although I find Carl much more attractive), and he has a beautiful voice. Most weeks he pulls off the very best performance. And he takes the judges advice and uses it: he was recently told by someone (I think it was Mark) that he wasn't connecting emotionally with his songs, and this week he sang a song that he seemed to really connect with - Another Day in Paradise by Phil Collins - its message was quite clear Matt convinced me that he at least partly believes in that message. All of this aside, I wouldn't buy one of his CDs. I probably wouldn't buy a CD of any of these contestants, actually. But I really don't go in for Matt's stuff. And I am one of 20 million Australians, a large portion of whom will buy Matt Corby's CD. Cos we all know he's going to win. It's obvious.

Oh my god, as much as Kyle has a lot of cred as far as radio presenters go, his take is soooo shallow. He seriously just told Matt that as long as he keeps melting hearts he should keep doing what he's doing. That's basically saying that he should kow tow to public opinion. Which I guess is good advice, seeing as its the public who decide who wins. Good one, Kyle. You're hired.

Tarisai sings like a fucking diva. Her voice is the best in the competition. Easy. She sings so beautifully, and she has spunk and she's good looking and she dresses well and she's defined her image as just that: The Diva. She could win it if something goes wrong for Matt along the way. I hope she doesn't, though. I used to vote for her, but the fake obsequiousness she displays when she accepts the judges' advice after her performances just turns me off. There's almost a malice to her when she says, 'Thank you' to the judges after they give her some constructive criticism. She's thinking, 'I don't agree with you and I'm going to put something nasty in your bed, but right now I'm going to smile and thank you so that the Australian public don't realise how evil I am.'

I wonder if I could get sued for defamation for saying such a thing? And will Tarisai put something nasty in my bed? Or worse? I wouldn't put it past her. She's fucking evil.

I hate Daniel. He is my least favourite of the entire year. He has the dumbest hair ever. He reminds me of the irritating music try-hards that one of my muso friends hangs out with. You know the ones: scarves, retro second-hand jackets, all-too-perfectly-unkempt hair that you just know they've spent two hours getting just right, and that look about them that says, 'I think I'm seriously hot stuff.' And hi voice isn't anything out of the ordinary. And oh my god could he please, please, please put that fucking chest hair away? I don't want to look at it any more! Please! Don't make me look at it! It's not sexy! It's hideous! Argh! My eyes! They bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!

Every week, Daniel ends up in the bottom three, and every week I close my eyes really tightly and I wish really, really hard, and I open my eyes and they send him back to the couch. Oh, god, I wish they'd stop doing that. Australia, please, stop voting for him. He's truly, truly awful.

And he just keeps referring to himself as an artist. Now, the others might do that, but they're just using the terminology. He is one step away from putting on a beret and smoking through a cigarette holder and carrying a biography of Django Reinhardt in his back pocket. And going to Steiner. And taking his guitar to parties. And I think my head is going to explode.

pop!

So that's that. Another week. My pick for the bottom three is Marty, Daniel, and Carl. I think Carl will go. The public don't get him. It really should be Marty, or Daniel (please please please please please), but it will probably be Carl. Oh, well. He's in the Army and probably votes Liberal.
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(no subject) [Jul. 30th, 2007|01:18 pm]
On the 16th of September, 2006, I went for dinner with Adam. On the 8th of September, 2007, I will be moving into a shiny new rental apartment with him. How apt.


EDIT: It was actually the 15th of September that I had dinner with Adam. So that means that tomorrow (this edit is happening on the 14th of September, 2007) is our anniversary.
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2007|08:59 pm]
Things are mostly good. Turns out I am good at my job, which is nice, because I wasn't entirely sure. Still, it sucks that it still takes someone else telling me for me to 'know' it. Although they also told me that, eventually, I will get over that, too.

Adam and I are going pretty well. We're pretty good at talking about our relationship and working on things. We've still not had a fight or an argument, although I do snap at him at times. He's very patient with me, and he makes me laugh, and he loves me a lot. And I love him.

I love him, now, in a way that is warm and reassuring and safe and looking to the future, as opposed to the exciting, lustful, just-can't-breathe-without-him, got-to-have-him-now way that I loved him at the start. I suppose it's normal for love to change its nature throughout a relationship. The way I feel about Adam, now, is that I want to grow old with him. I can't imagine anyone else sitting next to me in my old age. And, although it's sad to lose the excitement of fresh love, it's nice to feel like I've found someone I can get saggy with.

My house is cold in winter, but I live with people who make it warm enough, even if I do feel excluded from the immediate family unit of Paul, his wife Emily, and her cousin Rachel. I suppose, looking at it, they are entitled to be family-like without my involvement, being, well, family. I get along well with them all really very well, and they care about me and I care about them, even if we get on each other's nerves occasionally.

I'd write more, but The Robinsons is on the ABC and I want to watch it. I'll be back, though. Eventually. I always am.
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It gets me down. [May. 1st, 2007|01:38 pm]
I'm so sick of slick-tongued politicians,
I'm so sick of the fawning media whores,
I'm so sick of this lazy-minded society,
It really gets me angry; it really gets me down.
It gets me down.

How can Hockey say the unions wrote this shit?
How can anyone believe him when he lies?
How can the media run his stupid fairytale?
It's so obvious; it really gets me down.
It gets me down.

Even if we win the next election,
Even if we kick them out of power,
Even when we beat them down on polling day,
It all stays the same; it really gets me down.
It gets me down.
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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2007|09:13 am]
Kim Deale plays the bass with a smile on her face so wide you would think she was very (pleasantly) surprised to be there.

Frank Black's head gets very sweaty.

Pixies fans are 50% cool and 50% drunken fuckwits.

People shouldn't wear high heels to gigs.

Merchandise is expensive but worth it.

Earplugs are great.

I heart the Pixies.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2007|05:30 pm]
Today, while slaving away in Excel, I discovered something potentiall life-changing.

To make something seem less irritating and tedious, find a way to achieve the same goal which is a million times more irritating and more tedious. Use the latter method for an excruciating period of time, and then revert to the former method.


Then breathe a sigh of relief.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2007|08:58 am]
Tight headshot of Ben Cousins looking tired during an AFL match

Expensive habit

Ben Cousins was reportedly spending around $3,000 a week on his drub habit.


- ABC News Online, today


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drub /drʌb/ [druhb]
verb, drubbed, drub·bing, noun
–verb (used with object)
1. to beat with a stick or the like; cudgel; flog; thrash.
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a shitty morning [Feb. 20th, 2007|09:43 am]
1. woke up
2. couldn't find my keys
3. tried to ring [info]cyzza to ask him where my keys were
4. realised that my phone had been disconnected
5. found my keys
6. walked outside
7. remembered that erin had decided not to drop my car back after she borrowed it
8. walked to erin's house
9. remembered why she had decided not to drop off the car
10. putted to the petrol station
11. filled the car
12. side-swiped another car on my way to work
13. couldn't pull over because of the traffic
14. lost the other car
15. drove the rest of the way to work with enormous guilt
16. was half an hour late
17. couldn't find my security tag to get into the office
18. found out that the rest of my team are away today, except for the incredibly irritating one
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(no subject) [Feb. 13th, 2007|10:11 am]
Well, Kevin Rudd is looking good to take out the title at the next Federal Election, but polls are a load of shit. Polls are something you can lie in because you're angry at the time. Going to the election booth is a whole different story. That shit is binding.

Discuss.
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(no subject) [Feb. 13th, 2007|09:47 am]
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(no subject) [Jan. 30th, 2007|09:59 am]
[info]dwevskyx has asked his flist to tell him what we think true friendship is; what makes a true friend. And so:

A true friend is someone who will tell me what I don't want to hear, even if it gets them in trouble.
A true friend is someone who will be there for me every single time I need them, but knows the times when I actually need to be there for myself.
A true friend knows when I am being an idiot.
A true friend supports me when I try new things.
A true friend remembers the times we have shared together and cherishes those times the same way that I do.
A true friend understands why I eat my toast the way I do.
A true friend trusts me to treat them properly.
A true friend respects what I stand for.
A true friend is someone who I can not see for months and months and still know just as well when next I see them, and who knows me just as well.
A true friend won't ask anything of me when I have nothing to give.
A true friend will ask the world of me when they need it.
A true friend might not ever call me, but is happy to hear my voice on the other end of the phone when I call them.
A true friend knows when I need to be left alone.
A true friend knows when I need to not be by myself.
A true friend knows when I am in danger.
A true friend sees the good things in me that I see in myself, and knows the bad things aren't that bad.
A true friend respects the things I have to say, even if they don't agree.

I suppose I could go on and on like this, sounding more and more like one of those irritating 'please forward this on to seven special women in your life and let them know how special they are to you' emails, but I won't.

Instead, I'm going to text one of my friends and tell them I love them. It might even be you.
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(no subject) [Jan. 30th, 2007|09:31 am]
It's odd - I work in an industry (if you can call the union movement 'an industry') where we're not like colleagues at all. We're kind of like a family, or, more closely, like a platoon of soldiers in a really fucked-up war. We have that kind of camaraderie. Case in point: an old State Secretary of the Insurance Employees Union died yesterday, and people here are devastated. Just beside themselves with grief. And I ask myself, how many companies or organisations have that kind of bond between employees and employers?

Not nearly enough.

But here it's as though the people in charge are our commanding officers, leading us into battle day after day, putting themselves on the line, supporting us, protecting us, and guiding us. Today, we didn't lose a boss - we lost a General.
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(no subject) [Jan. 25th, 2007|12:34 pm]
'Hungry snakes spark holiday alert
Renee Switzer
January 25, 2007 - 11:13AM

A man in his 40s has become the third snake-bite victim in three days in Melbourne's south-east after he was bitten by a suspected brown snake at his Dandenong South home last night.

The latest encounter has prompted a warning to people to be extra aware of snakes as thousands plan camping trips and outdoor activities this long weekend. ...'


The Age Online, today




Hang on, let me get this straight: thousands of snakes are planning camping trips and outdoor activities this long weekend? Not that snakes generally plan indoor activities... that I know about, anyway.

I dunno, I just thought it was funny, is all.
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More things that piss me off: [Jan. 18th, 2007|09:13 pm]
Pretty bras not coming in my size - okay, so, I am a size 10E (32E for anyone using the American sizing system). I am not actually a freak of nature. I have a small ribcage and big boobs, yes, but I'm not circus material. So why, then, is it so hard for the lingerie companies to make pretty bras in my size? Elle Macpherson, Kylie, Calvin Klein and another label I can't remember ($120-$200 for a bra, but sooooo pretty it almost made me cry) all have gorgeous lingerie which goes up to a size 10D and no further. Considering the fact that the perfect woman is supposed to be skinny with big tits, you'd think they'd cater for a 10E. But no. We get to wear beige. Lots of beige. Dammit.

Men who insist on talking to me when I'm at the pool to swim laps - I am not at the pool to pick up. I am at the pool to swim so that I can actually not have a heart attack and die by the age of 34. I am not even vaguely interested in talking to some dumb wog with hairy shoulders and a vocabulary the size of my toenail. No, I do not want to converse with you about my tattoo, my bathers, my friends, or my goggles (I don't actually have any goggles, but one of the fuckers at the pool this evening asked Ezza about ten times if she wanted 'help' with hers). I want you and your friends to fuck off and leave me alone so I can drown in peace and dignity.

People who jump the queue at traffic lights - the rest of us are waiting patiently in single file. We have courteously and respectfully lined up to await our rightful turn at passing through the intersection. If you need to drive down the bicycle lane to get to the front of the queue, or if you have to drive on the footpath for 200m, that means the road was built for you to wait your fucking turn like the rest of us. You are not more important than I am, and if I have to wait then you have to wait, too. Prepare for me to move my car over to take up just enough room that you cannot fit between me and the parked cars if I see in my rear-vision mirror that you are making a move to push in.

Headaches - Ow. My head is busy doing things like processing life and feeding it to me in an understandable form. It doesn't have time to also hurt. It is too busy processing pain from other areas (mental pain, spiritual pain, emotional pain, physical pain, environmental pain, societal pain, and fashion pain) to have pain of its own. So, Pain, just fuck off and inhabit my arm, or something, and Brain will process your request as soon as possible.



I seem to have made this 'things that piss me off' thing into a bit of a theme, so I may update my list tomorrow. Stay tuned!
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Things that are shitting me at the moment: [Jan. 17th, 2007|04:28 pm]
Mel Gibson's 'Apocalypto' - seriously, does he think that attaching his name to the title of the film is going to assist in its sales? People hate him now. He's a racist, and he's a lunatic. He's obviously also now developing some sort of megalomania. The film looks like a fairly orientalist project which patronises Mayan culture and holds modern western culture up as something to aspire to. Yuck. Plus it apparently has enormous amounts of gratuitous violence in it. Mel seems to have taken quite a liking to this style of cinema, 'The Passion of the Christ' being a similarly gratuitously-violent film. And Mel's voiceover on the advertisement, giving us a precis of the film; giving us his overview of its themes, for fuck's sake, just makes me want to vomit. On him. And then set him on fire.

Arnold Schwartzenegger presenting 'Best Picture' at the Golden Globes - who the fuck does he think he is? He's turned his back on cinema to become a right-wing, Christian fundamentalist Republican politician. He has no right to come back to the Globes and just hang out like he stands for the same things that cinema as a whole is supposed to stand for - art, beauty, truth, culture, expression, love. He stood there on that stage and expected people to applaud him - I was pleased to see that not many people did. Hollywood is full of activists, after all, and I would love to have seen George Clooney, Matt Damon, Tim Robbins, and Susan Sarandon beat the crap outta Arnie backstage after the ceremony. I can, after all, live in hope.

My office chair - it drops in altitude over the course of approximately half an hour, forcing me to continually stand up, pull the lever, bring the chair back up to full height, and sit down again. It never stays up. I do this readjustment about twenty times a day. It also sucks. And don't get me started on how much my hands start to hurt after I have spent the day trying to type on a keyboard which is both the wrong size and the wrong shape.

Being on my P-plates - I am going out for 'drinks' after work today and will therefore have to choose between driving home and having alcohol. I don't think it is fair to say that a P-plater should be restricted to 0% alcohol when we have been driving for six months or more. I am perfectly capable of driving with a blood alcohol reading of .05%, or am at least as capable as I am with a blood alcohol reading of 0%. Which is not very. But my point remains valid. A reading of .05% is not prohibitive.

Posting about everyday things - I have deleted a bunch of people from my friends list because I got sick of hearing what they did today. I would much rather hear about what you think. I have recently started posting more about what I think than about what I do. Consider this a warning, all of you. If you don't post interesting things, I will just delete you. The end. And no, this is not an invitation for you to criticise my journal. This isn't about me, it's about you.

Adam still being away - okay, novelty time is over. Now I'm just getting cross. Come home at once. And no more gallivanting off overseas without me. From now on, we travel ensemble. *waits impatiently for Adam's return on Saturday*
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