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Right. Cheers. Thanks alot.
Friday, November 29, 2002
What I really don't like:
I took the time to write YOU (yes, you) about my thanksgiving day of non-adventure (complete with hallucination inducing movie watching and roast meat product)....and it's gone.
Lost in the ether.
Not happy jan.
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
As if you needed more proof that I've taken complete leave of my senses.
AC/DC.
Oy Oy Oy.
That is all.
Nothing to see here.
In honour of roasted meat product day, and because I'm in full rant-a-holic mode (you know, for a lighthearted change of pace) I give you the "Things I'm not thankful for, but wish I were" list:
Ahem, I wish I were thankful that....
1. I never ever had to pass another moron on the right.
2. I got my MBA to do nothing more that dumbly enter data into completely twatted up financial models.
3. the woman on the elevator didn't tell me about how her husband warmed her car up for her this morning. You know, because it was 50 degrees outside. Freezing.
4. people knew how much I didn't care that they didn't get the right lunch in the drive through.
5. no one ever ever ever ever told me about their current state of menstruation. Ever. Ever.
Feh.
The Whitlams
Finally.
The CD arrived.
It's true love, just so you know.
(Some of my best work was you/I wish you were here right now/But I still don't want to know if you're moving on)
Did I ever tell you my awful Whitlam's concert story? Surely I have?
God.
Right, read on for a truly pointless story.
It was at that awful nightclub....you know the one up in Northbridge...with the flames....shit, what's the name of it again?
Anyways.
The flames (always a portent of bad things)....so
Firstly, I'd gone to the west end of the terrace for an "orientation" regarding the MBA at Curtin (yes, it was that long ago).... it was pissing it down. Pissing.
My old mate McVinnie had given me a couple tickets to catch the Whitlams and I'd even convinced grandpa D to join me for a naughty worknight concert.
The plan was I'd meet him at the train station at an appropriate time after the orientation.
So, after the incredibly long and boring orientation (which, you know, I should have taken as a sign...but I digress)....I marched (as I'm wont to do) down the terrace in the sideways rain.
I had an brolly! Ha! The terrace ate it within a few seconds.
I got to the the train station completely soaked and not incredibly amused by it all.
The D was there in defensive pose. Apparently some lunatic had decided that D was the new messiah and had been harassing him while he waited.
Woo-hoo. Were we ever in the mood to rock it in Northbridge.
So, we have a brief discussion about catching the next train back to Daglish. But, in the end decide to persevere (fools!).
We walked over to the club. Enter. Revolting. Everyone is wet and steaming. Luhb-lee......
In self defense....we start to drink....copiously....something revolting and overpriced I'm sure. I believe the drink of choice that night was lemon stoli's or something equally ridiculous.
So, we wait.....there is no where to sit. Greasy woggy types are making the moves on the darlings of perth. D and I are amused for about ten minutes and then we are bored of it all.
Still waiting.
The show should have started an hour ago.
Waiting.
Already considering a kebab.
(Yes, that bad).
Finally, action on stage.
A girl stumbles out with a guitar.
Oy.
Wot's this then?
She mumbles something about her band not making it, being busted in the cairns airport for drugs or something. Neat. So, she's going to sing all on her lonesome. Excellent. Not only do I not know who she is, but already, the show is nearly two hours late...and now I have to suffer through her set.
So, she starts to strum a little melody. People perk up! There's hope.
Then she stops.
Tells some story about drugs or being completley blind or something. Then this:
"When I wrote this song, I'd just broken up with my boyfriend, that arse, and though I was pregnant. So, I wrote a song about it, and it's called "I think I'm pregnant." But, then I found out I wasn't pregnant, but I didn't want to waste the song, so I changed it to "I don't think I'm pregnant."
Excellent!
D is already moving towards the exit with a look of panic and disgust. I clutch his shirt in the death grip and say, "We are so freaking staying, I didn't just live through this torture to just go home."
Then she starts to play. The lyrics were something like:
I don't think I'm pregnant, so there!
After the song, I gave up the fight.
We ran for the hills.
We never even saw nor hide nor hair of the Whitlams.
I was bitter for a long long time.
You are as frustrated now as I was then.
It will pass with time.
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
NJ.com: NewsFlash
Wine insanity.
It is these inane laws that preclude me going on some idiotic shopping spree and getting a case from my favourite little W.Australian winery shipped across. I'd even pay the ridiculous shipping costs. Oh for a taste of my beloved cab sav or shiraz.
A storyette, just for you: (you can thank me later)
Word to the wise:
Some things, once seen, can never be unseen.
Did you know that I'm strangely fascinated and transfixed by hands? Truly. One thing that kept me from considering medical school further was the fact that I can not tolerate seeing injured hands. I'm serious. Ridiculously so. Show me an open abdomen...ok, yuk, but ok. Debride a gangrenous wound? Completely revolting, but I can stand it. Show me a paper cut on your finger and I'm out. Hurling/fainting/head spinning,...
So, innocently, I'm walking down the corridor today. A generic worker bee walking towards me....I casually look him up and down (a girl does you know), and notice a horrendous detail. He has half his thumb amputated. I just about had to sit down. It was all I could do to not visibly shudder.
Shut up. I am too that much of a drama queen. Oh god, if only you knew the half of it.
So yeah, ol' stumpy there.....
I quickstepped it to kyoob HQ...and here I am....random revulsions causing me to shudder involuntarily.
The problem is? Now I know. And, I will have to take extra special precautions to avoid all visible contact with him, because I will be compelled to look and be revulsed all over again.
ta-da.
NEWS.com.au | Nation turns on to sensual census (November 27, 2002)
Apparently, things have improved in Oz since I left...
always the freaking way.
Memo to HeadPrick:
Dear Sir,
I DON'T CARE. At all. YAWN.
yawn.
Now, shove that up your bum.
xxxx
les D
Also, blogged opinions on tv shows?
I DON'T CARE.
I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T CARE.
GOD!
NEWS.com.au | Death call for fashion writer (November 27, 2002)
Ah, Islam!
It is all about the love peepulls!
Monday, November 25, 2002
Things You Should Know (Redux):
1. New York? Insane. Totally. I adored.
2. Jodi? Even hotter in person. Totally. I adored.
3. The state of affairs? Imagine, when one my age acts ridiculous for four days straight......
4. Shoes? Of course lovies. 2 ridiculous pairs. One bought to bring the average cost per pair down to an acceptable level. Yes, I am THAT clever.
5. I felt, surely, that I would perish right here in my kyoob.....until just a few mintues ago when I remembered the emergency stash of chocolate. Yes, I've sunk that low.
6. I'm still obsessed with chaise lounges.
7. You miss me. Enormously. How can you not?
NEWS.com.au | Padded bras for under-10s (November 26, 2002)
G-strings for the pre-teen bunch?
revolting
please.make.it.stop.
NEWS.com.au | My policies didn't kill your son: PM (November 26, 2002)
Please.
I'm sorry your son is dead.
Policies don't kill...people kill.
All this, and it comes with english instructions!
Stop press.
I require at least one of everything from this shop(pe).
chill room
by the way? I still need this for my kyoob. So I can playfull frolic bare-footedly*.
*Yes, that is a totally made up word. Deal.
eBay item 922562747 (Ends Nov-25-02 09:45:59 PST ) - Sebastian MATTA MAGRITTA CHAIR Panton Eames
Santa baby, put this down my chimney....I've been a really good girl.
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Hooning!!!!!!!
Oh god, I needed a laugh this morning.
This fits the bill.
Australia...land of wonder.
Sunday, November 17, 2002
1. I'm in the office, somewhat unexpectedly, on a sunday.
2. My bathroom is now an insanely dark purple. I love.
3. I'm off to New York on Wednesday.
Friday, November 15, 2002
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Updates updates updates:
1. The hairy beasts: God. A herd. Insanity. Just coordinating trots through the trees is a logistical exercise. Yesterday I just about did myself serious injury when dog A went round a tree one way, and dog B the other, then crossed themselves... all whilst we were at full trot (and moi, ever so fashionably, in flip flops!). Loveys....it was madness. Oh, Benny? Tres cute. 'Cept he can be a little bastard. Literally. Bit the hand that was feeding him yesterday....though I think that had to the do with the general frenzy they whip themselves into whenever there is the possibility of foods.
2. Les Hairs: I'll have to send you a status check this weekend. I go for the chop.
3. The renovations: Sigh. I mean, sigh, but not.... It's the bathroom. It will kill me. Ongoing forever and ever and ever. Curse Laura Ashley and horrendous floral wallpapers. Right. Wallpaper is gone...wall was a mess. Finally gave in to the darkside and textured it. Now it awaits a lick of paint. Dark plummy purple I blelieve....but, you know me, liable to change with the weather. On other paint fronts: I decided, in true form, that the yellow in the kitchen wasn't quite the yellow I wanted. So now it is a different yellow. Which I adore. For now.
4. Life in the suburbs: Ah, how can your resist when your neighbours insist on cooking tea for you and having you over and drinking beer and red wine and flinging yourself into their hot tubs in the wee hours. Let me tell you.....it is nay bad. Plus the drive, er, walk home is infinately a bit safer than coming back from houston half-cut.
5. Work: The indignity of it all....I've had to actually work lately. The nuclear project is napping for the moment (I daren't say it is put to bed, as that will only tempt the fates)...my days have lately been filled with weather options, gas hedges, and valuing water flows in terms of Mwhs..... Many puzzles and seemingly random values assigned to ephemeral nothings. My favourite!!!!
6. On a completely unrelated note. I made mental note yesterday that I'm incredibly unco.... I know, you are shocked. But the bruises, dear god, everywhere. I don't even know how most of them got there.....but those I do know crack me up. Just this morning I added a lovely touch when I just about knocked myself out cold. Oh god, I would give you the details, but I still laugh like a lunatic just thinking of it. And we all know, I must keep up appearances of not being quite as touched as we all know me to be.
7. Tonight, watch Peter Jennings....apparently. My neighbour is filming with him this arvo...a piece on the bayou city. I asked him if he was going to include a wee segment on the good life in the goodlands....but, not this time around. Still, should be interesting.
8.Oh! and Oh! I go to new york next week! Hoorah. A bit of a step down from Jackson, MS....I know....but, I'm sure I'll be kept well entertained. Apparently there is a 'strayan restaurant there. With meat pies. And perhaps, even, sometimes...sausage rolls. Kill me now. I never thought I'd willingly be lusting after a sausage roll. Obviously, I've gone demented.
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
UGG!!!!!
No,no my pet. Don't fret....I still haven't given myself to the darkside.
Remember, I'm militantly disallowed ugg boots.
Which, in true fashion, is precisely what makes them sooooo tempting.
Italo Calvino
Righto pee pulls. As I've actually had to work the last few weeks, I'm calling a moratorium. Immediately.
Instead,here is my evil plan for the arvo:
*read from this selection of Italo Calvino (kudos ms.jodeeeeeeee)
*browse the web for the perfect black boots
*drink cups of hot tea
*call and leave voice mails for friends abroad who should be sleeping now (sorry ms.j-ha, I shan't leave you a message as I know the phone ringing in the middle of the night with expatriate relatives abroad strikes fear into the very heart...plus, I do believe you must be tired of my voicemails by now....)
Monday, November 11, 2002
smoking pure cannabis is as harmful as tobacco
Shocking!
Make it stop!
Let's all drink martinis instead.
Thursday, November 07, 2002
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Alex Lloyd
If you get the chance, I'd highly recommend going to see this guy. His music is beautiful.
Finally I turn to whether, in the context I have defined, the words uttered by the defendant constitute contempt of court. The matter must be judged by contemporary Australian standards. It may be offensive, but it is not contempt of court, for a person to describe a judge as a wanker.
Anissa Pty Ltd v Pasons per Justice Cummins, Supreme Court of Victoria [1999]
Jennifer, I expect you to use "wanker" whenever possible in your future court career.
AustralianBeers.com - Your guide to Australian beers, pubs and culture
A fantastic resource on strayan things.
Sunday, November 03, 2002
The Globe and Mail: Breaking News
Get over it!
I once took a multi-stop trip for work. I was "randomly selected" at ever airport for the full search.
So what?
I'm white and a woman, so was I profiled? Who knows. Who cares?
I'm of the opinion that I'd rather they are performing "random" or even not random searches.
I just figured that my named had somehow been tagged, for whatever reason..... I though it was perhaps because my trip was a series of one way tickets....and just packed so that it made it easy for my bags to be searched.
Friday, November 01, 2002
CNN.com - Great taste, more consistent? - Nov. 1, 2002
Um, is this not the ultimate test panel to be part of?
