International Talk Like a Pirate Day

I live in a regional town, and work at a regional university.

Today is international pirate day.

(just wait, this link will become clear.............................now)

There is a house that is clearly a student house at the end of the univeristy driveway, just as you turn onto the main street.

When I drove past this morning before work, they had put up a poster that said

International Talk Like a Pirate Day - 19th September

and suspended white sheets and ropes to resemble sails.

On my way back from lunch at about 1pm, they had erected a pirate ship in the front yard (that has been painted) with masts (3), and there was a boy dressed as pirate, wearing a blue Jackie Howe, with a forex in hand, next to a sign that says....................




Honk if you like Booty (argggggh!)



This is one of the best things I have seen all year, and deffo the funniest thing I have seen today.


So - as if you need an excuse - talk like a pirate!!

I want to ride on a train........

I got Risky Business out on DVD during the week. It was essentially, to avoid the horrendous pap that the programmers try and pass off as mid week TV, but quite a lot of it had to do with me needing to justify my school girl crush on Tom Cruise. He is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.

Anyroad.

We watched it, and of course I had to have that moment that included the words, Hey! This was first released in 1983……..what year were you born again?

But what a fine fine film.

The idea was put across that it needs to be remade.

With Snoop Dog playing the pimp.

And Tom Cruise playing the Princeton admissions bloke. Thought about making him the dad, but it wouldn’t have worked.

I love how this film is so blasé about the erhm, ladies of the night, and the little boys who pay them.

That’s what is wrong with films these days, not enough mainstream stories about prostitutes going straight and making it good.

Protest I think, right now.

But it is great. I can highly recommend it.

And I can totally see why I had a crush on Tom Cruise before he went all Scientologist and weird. He even looks good in those white Y fronts. And we all know that not everyone could pull that off.

And here is a picture

It was a dark and erie night.....

How cool is this.

And how cool was it last night.

I was very pleased to see how excited people were about it, and that it was not just us geeks.

any way,

This photo comes from the USQ observatory - and you can see more of them here

Hope you all had a chance to see it, I thought it was pretty damn tops myself.

Not so Splendid

I have discovered why cameras of any sort should be banned from large festivals of the musical sort.

Especially 'dance' music

That (as my dad would say) is bloody awful.

Pure Genius

Oh my god.

I knew the Guardian was fab but I have just seen the best new name E V A H!!

are you ready?

It is no longer BrisVegas or the Vegas.....


it is.................................................


BRIZZLE



(fo Shizzle)

Its here

It is finally Splendour.

I am leaving th office now - and will check back in on the flip side of the weekend.

Wish me luck!

Fields Anew

Well I am in the new house. And it is pretty good too I must say.

My David chose it, and just as with all the things he is choosing recently - I couldn't have done better myself.

It is very Bachelorette Pad and big enough to have rowdy dinner parties, but small enough to heat with just one gas heater.

Which is very good. It is a hop step and a jump to a very cool deli, and a bottle shop (which should make those dinner parties easier to have). It has a big lawn which I do not have to mow - which is shaded by these very large jacaranda trees from the lot over the back.

Toowoomba is a strange town - I mean strangely laid out - the houses are late 19th Century and all on half acre blocks - and then there is one great big whopping block that kind of goes right down the middle behind all the houses.

They usually have a tennis court or something on them, and really big old trees - kind of like a hidden forest.

I would have loved to lived in a big old Queenslander on one of those blocks as a child - and hidden myself away in the heat of the summer under a tree reading Enid Blyton or Ruth Parks and imagining myself to be thousands of miles away and hundreds of years ago.

So I will be able to sit by the old paling fence and pretend anyway, this summer.

How delicious!

Didn't we have a loverly time the day we moved

Moving day


AGAIN.

I swear to god, I am just going to buy a campervan and be done with it.

Moving sucks something that is not very nice to suck at all.

Like the end of a vaccuum cleaner.

or a bag full of air and pepper.

or the end of a 5v battery........

No sympathy needed. I have hired a ute this time, and bought reuseable plastic containers. So next time I will be ready.

Oh dear God - next time!

We are the Angry Mob

Hello Lovelies,

Nearly Splendour time.........................

I am REALLY looking forward to Kaiser Chiefs.

Their music is smart and clever and makes my life better.

Sounds like the perfect friend/lover/political representative

That sounds like a good case for genetic engineering - take one Kaiser Chiefs album, add hydrocarbons and a large energy source, then Voila!!!

Something else that made me laugh out loud but I am not sure if it improved my life was - THIS - Victoria Beckham in all her glory....................

I know I know, inane total bullshit - but hey - seeing her getting pissed with ladies that had had SO much plastic surgery they make that 'cat' lady look tame was funny as fuck.

Anyroad,

Ruby

Ruby

Ruby

Ruby

Long Live the Kaiser Chiefs......................................

LMAO

A ducks walks into a bar and asks, "Got any grapes?" The bartender, confused, tells the ducks that no, his bar doesn't serve grapes. The duck thanks him and leaves.

The next day, the duck returns and says, "Got any grapes?" Again, the bartender tells him that, no, the bar does not serve grapes, has never served grapes, and, furthermore, will never serve grapes. The duck, a little ruffled, thanks him and leaves.

The next day, the duck returns, but before he can say anything, the bartender begins to yell: ''Listen, duck! This is a bar! We do not serve fucking grapes! If you ever ask for grapes again, I will nail your stupid fucking webbed duck feet to the fucking floor!''

The duck is silent for a moment, and then asks, ''Got any nails?''

A very pissed off bartenders replies “No I do not have any fucking nails!!!!”

''Got any grapes?''

When I Grow up I want to be a Lebanese Girl

As many of you may be aware, I have always wanted to be a lebanese girl when I grow up. I love the way they wear the most fabulos shoes, I love the way the carry outrageous handbangs, and talk on their mobiles constantly. I love their dyed blonde hair, they are so fabulous in every sense of the word....





but now this





"The success of the industry in Lebanon last week prompted a Lebanese bank to put up billboards across the country to announce that they would be giving loans for plastic surgery.
The billboards are posted all over the capital, even in Beirut’s southern suburbs, a hotbed of the Islamist Hezbollah movement.
First National Bank’s “Plastic Surgery Loan” can provide between 1,000 and 5,000 dollars to cover “all your plastic surgery operations,” according to the bank’s website"





Oh dear lord.





New Boobs all round!





This is a much better image and part of the reason I love them....

Style in the face of adversity

(now I know this sounds ill informed and trite, but ......)

Glasters Eat Your Heart Out

Galstonbury on the weekend just gone. The Kaiser Chiefs played second headliner to THE WHO! to 177000 people ( or there abouts ) Bad Glastonbury story and a good glastonbury story

but the thing is, that we are going to Splendour, where we get to see them, and Lily Allen, and the Artic Monkeys, and The Cat Empire and the Hilltop Hoods.

And as Cool as that is, it is not quite as cool as the gumboots we have procured to wear.

They look like this.....................

I know I know.

We LOVE!

Monkey Magic Intro

This is truly truly great.

How to cheer up your Friday afternoon

And of Course this too

have a look at what we are doing here at uni, for our school leavers

click click click click

it could of course go terribly wrong but that is the excitement of it.

And I love youTube anyway - now I feel like it is DeGrassi Junior High for Toowoomba.

See, I told you it was cold

Holy God its Cold

I know its not Victorian weather but you try waking up in a big old queenslander with no heating on a day like today.......

I think I want to move to Melbourne

As much as I love the Queensland weather (and I am excluding Tba from that statement), I really really want to be able to sit in a cool coffee shop/bar/pub, which is warm as warm compared to outside, browse newspapers, smoke fags (until end of June anyway) and look out across a windy street at all the cool, hip young things on their way to meet other cool hip young things and solve the problems of the world.

Here there is one quasi cool cafe, and very few cool hip young things.Clothing here in Tba town still revolves around RM Williams, Ralph Lauren and Myer. Culture and Fashion - why have you forsaken me?

In the immortal words of MSKP "I wish you would all stop mucking around and just move to Melbourne." and today I feel like doing just that.


Can you guarantee it will be warm in September?

Perhaps I should just move for the winter...................

Any road, all the blogging out there and the cool pictures make me want to move.

Maybe I need a minibreak in Brisbane.

(and horror of horrors, it is Grammar Day this weekend - god save us all)

Tba fashion for boys Tba fashion for girls

He's Gone Gone Gone (and Crying won't bring him back)

Well,

as all of my getting chucked goes. sometimes I need to vent publicly to get over it.

The young boy is gorn. Thats what you get for sticking your doodle in someone else.

So me and Lily Allen are giving it a red hot go.

Enjoy one and all.

(apparently I can't put the tune in here. Curses. You know what I mean anyway)

And in News Just in.........I've got your nose

On a brighter note,

If you ever need a laugh you should read the Toowoomba Chronicle it is truly entertaining.

Recently it was featured on Media Watch for its top quality journalism

You'll have to wait to see who gets featured again after the "evacuating SE Qld Towns due to lack of water" fiasco.

Love!!

Morally Reprehensible

I am currently experiencing a bit of a ‘moment’ – you know what ever the diametric opposite of an epiphany is.

I got chucked – which is fine. This is not the morally reprehensible situation. The boy I was kissing is very young – and his family was not, shall we say, so happy about the situation. But nevertheless we persevered for nigh on two years.

During this time, I apparently represented the embodiment of pure evil. Now, I have yet to work out just how supporting him emotionally, physically and financially is evil. Or how apologising to all and sundry for his behaviour (generally influenced by illicit substances), or cleaning up after him, finding him a FANTASTIC job, ignoring his foibles, taking him back after drunken rages, and indiscretions could be conceived as evil but – there you have it. EVIL.

Now, during my time within that family I observed some things that could only be described as morally questionable. Relationships conducting whilst the other was still attached, character assassination, underhanded dealings, comments made regarding peoples political persuasion to the detriment of said persons social, political and career standings……………

All very interesting. But none of those behaviours did they see as being evil. Not even a little bit.

Strange.

Which leads me to the next situation.

I have since discovered that the ex boy has been sleeping with his ex girlfriend. In his sisters (my old friends) house. And not only that, the majority of my (our) friendship group knew about it, along with his family. Oh, before he chucked me.

And just decided not to tell me.

So now on two levels I am confused as to what constitutes behaviour that is morally reprehensible.

So apparently I am simply evil – but his behaviour – totally acceptable and the rest of them, well…………………

I thought I would do some research into morality. And apparently the way I have been conducting myself – you know, give out the love, understanding, compassion, turn the other cheek, lets try and make it the best we can – on a different moral level to “If we don’t tell her, it won’t matter and we won’t get in trouble. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her”.

Have a look here - Morals? What Morals!

And confusion reigns. I really don’t know who to be angry with. His behaviour is not actually that out of character, and I can accept it (morals?), but the behaviour of his family (my friend???) I do not understand. And the rest of the friendship group – I mean really what is that? (One boy actually said –“I thought he was bullshitting me and by the time I found out it was true – well I just decided not to tell you. Did not want to rock the boat.” I am fairly sure that that was a justification of his behaviour for him, and not to help me).

And so to morally reprehensible.


There are things that I do not think are morally offensive that many others would

For example

Taking A class drugs – or any drug for that matter – as long as you are not in control of a vehicle or responsible for small children. After all you are only hurting yourself.

Pornography – hey – I am not saying that all porn is made under circumstances that are conducive to give out the love – but a few dirty stories? Who is that hurting? (an I am going to include any sort of “marital aid” here as well)

Getting drunk in the middle of the day – again with the levels of responsibility and hurting only yourself.

Standing up your beliefs – as long as you have information to back it up.

Whereas things I do find reprehensible (which obviously many do not)

Lying – in any form – especially to protect yourself

Acting with complete disregard of others feelings

Cheating – pretty sure that this one needs no explanation.

Fake justification – don’t say things to make you feel better under the guise of explaining to me or trying to make me feel better.

Lying by omission (can you tell this is one that REALLY winds me up)

Expecting everyone else to carry you and look after you. Stand up for yourself.

Treating people as less than yourself – come on NO ONE is that good.

Casting dispersions on peoples abilities simply because you do not agree with their point of view/sexual orientation/ age group/ choice of shoes.

So world,

Discuss


(I am worried I am over the whole thing and may just have to go and live in a convent for non religious types and carry on my good deeds without having to actually interact with anyone. Ever. Well maybe the postman – a nun can have good shoes can’t she???)

As God is My Witness, I will never be Hungry Again

When I was about 7 I saw Gone with the Wind for the first time.

They played it on 10 4 5a and me and my Grandma sat up and watched it. Her for the costumes and the memories and me to be with her.

I LOVED it. My cousin Natalie watched it too.

Then I discovered aged about 11, that my Grandfather had a copy of the book - a first Australian Edition that was handed to him, no doubt by one of his sisters.

So I read it. And LOVED it even more than the film.

But the really really weird thing was, I always wanted to be Melanie - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanie_Wilkes.

Good Girl Melanie, with the kind love of the Slow eyed Ashley, the one everyone loved, with the one little boy Wade Hampton that everyone doted over, with no need for money, with a house full of books and music.

Always wanted to be her.

Unfortunately I am Scarlett O'Hara. Wild, willful, dark haired, brash, opinionated Scarlett. The Scarlett woman Scarlett. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarlett_o%27hara

Which is, now I am so not 11, probably the best choice. But I always wanted to be Melanie.

Which is where the whole idea of the Proverbs 31 Girls frighten the absolute bejesus out of me.

Hack talk about it here - http://abc.net.au/jtv/video/default.htm?clip=hillsong

And here is a sermon given in america - .http://www.visionforumministries.org/issues/family/a_special_word_for_proverbs_31.aspx

Worrying.

Learning Learning all the Time

My lovely friend Andrew is doing his last course to complete his degree. He has chosen a very cool course to do and it is going to make dinner parties and the pub so much more interesting.

The name of the course is America and the Great Powers in International Politics, through Deakin Uni...

You can find ou about the actual course http://www.deakin.edu.au/courses/search/course.php?customer_cd=D&unit_cd=AIR245&year_offered=2007& (sorry about the long link but my little link button is not working today!)

He has the choice of three questions:

1. How important are great powers in the international system? Discuss with reference to political, military and economic issues;
2. Is a unipolar international system with a single greatest power stable over the long term; or 3. Is the United Nations merely a tool of great powers such as the US? What sort of evidence should we look for in answering this question?

And I have sent him to number three - because there is LOADS of evidence to prove that the US, UK and EU are not exactly enamoured with the UN.

Can you (blogland) give us a hand in finding some more info and maybe even starring in the assignment - if you are prepared to be quoted - so Andrew can kick arse in this very cool subject?

Well............................... Can you?

Ghosts of Good Times Past

Places to never go if you don't want to see anyone you ever really liked and then got fucked over by.....

1. The Spotted Cow in Toowoomba - as an aside you should never want to go here anytime, much better to just end up there so you can cast derisive glances to all and sundry, whinge and then leave - all within about 30 mins.

2. Oxford Street in London - I always managed to run into someone I knew there.... but I nearly forgive this one for the great shops ( H & M rules)

3. The Bar in the Sofitel in Melbourne.


Fuckers.

Standing on the Outside

There is a Cold Chisel Tribute Album on its way.....

I just won a copy just by posting on their site.

Cool as.

And I crashed my car. Plop.

ch ch ch ch ch ch check it out......... here (and yes I know that is the Beastie Boys and not Chisel but it is cool anyway!)

Birthdays, Hottegories and Yellow

It was my sisters birthday yesterday - she is very cool and very nice and helps me alot.

It is my friend Ejays birthday soon - she is also lovely and kind and helpful.

It is my bosses birthday today.

It is not, unfortunately - my birthday.

But more than birthdays I also have my lovely friend Andrews leaving event.

He has opted out of the Tba Lifestyle - in favour of Albury. For those uninitiated in either of these towns learn more at this site for Tba and this one for Albury - much of a muchness you may proclaim! This may seem true but a house in Arthur st is much much closer that one in Albury - hence the going away party.

I have been informed that our venue of choice is havign a theme night that night - and as you may have realised from Andrews appearance in the photo down there

he doesn't mind dressing up.......

but more to the point - I will miss him terribly. He was one of my customers from my short lived time as a service advisor at Holden - he was funny and cute and willing to banter with me, and I decided I wanted him as a friend. So many drunken nights and hungover afternoons later I can do nothing but wish him the best,

*sigh*

*sniff*

*reaches for conviently placed hanky to wipe away tears*

who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway?

On to the topic at hand. Kazzle Bedazzle is playing hottegories on her blog - too fun. Unfortunately my creativeness has deserted me today - so I cannot play. But be my guest (well hers actually - because it is her blog)

On the way back from Fraser Coast yesterday I was challanged with naming seven large yellow things after a grader was hampering our progress back to Tba.

So I named 7 large yellow things then it was mooted that large yellow was too limiting - so then it was just generally yellow things. Now I dont' know if you have ever noticed - but just do it now - look around for yellow things.............................................

aren't there alot!!!

And you never even noticed before!!!!!!!

Too cool

So here are some more yellow things for you to look at

Tootle Pip!

Cool, Clear, Water

This is about water......

of course living in Tba we talk about water ALL the time.

and so I love this whole idea. But I have a controversial question for the world.

I believe that clean water is a basic human right. And when your man sank the first bore in 1878 he made such a huge difference to the Australian countryside and to life in general - that is not under contention but..... and I quote

"Hundreds of bores have been sunk into the GAB since the first in 1878 near Bourke in New South Wales. By 1915, there were 1500 bores and a peak flow of 2000 megalitres a day. Over the decades as more and more bores were sunk, water pressure and flow rates dropped across much of the GAB.
Much of the water that is extracted is wasted. It is estimated that up to 80 per cent of the total outflow from the GAB is wasted because of inefficient water delivery systems. Thousands of kilometres of open drains dug across properties to water animals lose water to evaporation and seepage. "

So although I love this idea and it NEEDS to be happening,

do we have a responsibility to inform of what may happen.......

can we help with this as well perhaps.

In less than 100 years we were using this precious gift to irrigate crops that are not native and could not survive without this water, to sell and export. Clean, sweet water flung out over acres and acres of land.....

What do you think?

Motivation

Well as a gesture of power and solidarity I am putting this out to the world.
What is the go with other people? I am serious. Sometimes they do something that are really really quite nasty. When this happens I am usually just left sitting there scratching my head with a What the fuck just happened here? look on my face.

Case in point, I have a friend (a real one, not a pretend one) who is pretty tops and ace and cool and is, of course, one day going to change the world, or at least the way we think.

Now I am so ridiculously proud and excited about everything that she does that I tell people about her. To all the people that I know, in the same way that some people talk about their jobs, or their dogs or their cars. I talk about my friends. Because I LIKE them.Simply because I am now of an age that I don't have to put up with people I don't like. I do not call them friends. If I don't feel like you are improving my life by being in it, you are no longer in it.

This unfortunately is not actually possible at work, but I have a whole different strategy for that one. Just be nice to them. These people hate that. Give out the Love. Be understanding. Try and figure out what it is in their life that is making them so bloody mean. Maybe they lost their job, perhaps they are fighting with their lover, maybe their dad has been diagnosed, or maybe they just put their emergency knickers on this morning and they don't quite fit.
We dont' know.

So anyway back to my friendly friend. She is great, she is good, she is clever. And just like alot of people who are innovators and free thinkers, she has some people who don't like her. And that's fine. And totally normal. Me, I have a whole load of people who don't like me, and I kind of like it.

And there are those who I don't like. But heres the thing....... if I don't like them, I really don't care what they are doing, where they are living, and I certainly do not take the time to extol vitriol on them, or their opinions, or their lifestyle.

So back to Motivation

Why would you do something like that. It would not improve your life, it would not improve their life. It is truly truly odd.

I received an email from a woman at work here - something ultra glamorous about CMYK colours or prints..... but at the end of it, it said

"Be kinder than is necessary, for everyone is fighting some kind of battle"

So there you have it world..........

Why not give that a bash? GIVE OUT THE LOVE

(does that count as Zeitgiest?)

Before and After

This was the beginning of the night... before the purple cans took hold....

and then this happened.....

Hmm so attractive......

Wish you were there to share it all - too too too much fun.

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso

Well I went to K-Town for Loulas’ last Hurrah, (as in it’s the last show ball I have to run……hurrah!). It was magnificent. As it is always. Our gang of seven made it to the ball, spent too much money, drank too many purple cans, sang too loudly and danced too long. But had a great night……

Andrew got dragged up to participate in Paul Foxs Mr Killarney act, and got ‘rolled’ for the effort. My David flirted and played with my little friend the lovely heather – making her night. Nathan had no idea what he had got himself in for and we all got rolling rolling drunk. (Lucky Duncan was there to keep us all ‘in theme’)

There were saloon girls and cowboys, Mexicans and Indians, you gotta love it when people dress up!!!

Coby and I stayed up until the sun came up and when there was only Paul Fox and I left at 7am, we thought we might go to bed. Probably a good idea.

So another big weekend, and another big week. Bit sorry to hear about Anna Nicole Smith, but am surprised she lasted this long.

Been walking around all morning singing the new SilverChair song, walking in a straight line – sounds suspiciously like it belongs on an 80’s power ballads Album. Not sure if I like it, but it is certainly winding everyone else up.

If I can figure out how to make the link work I will put up a picture - there was professional photographer there - and it turned out very well - and you can live vicariously though tinternet.

Trawling the Internet for my Job

.............has turned this up.

I was on the CQU website looking for whatever ads they are running ang I found this.

It is so similar to the way I think it is a little scary.

Check it out.

In the immortal words of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman - If I forget to tell you later, I had a really nice time tonight".
I think I finally get the whole Melbourne thing - I had the most tops weekend I have had in a long time.
We (Loula, Liz and Dan) wandered through Melb on a gloriously sunny Australia day, sat by the Yarra, sipped Pimms and watched the roulettes - well heard the rouletttes..... wandered back to my cousinshouse in South Yarra - Via the shops (both ways), watched a bit of telly - and then off to the party of the year.
Kazzle looked tops as always - and Just previous to meeting Toby he had arms full of beer,that is always a fabulous sight!!!! They were gracious hosts to two crazy maiden auntswho were not the only ones dressed up - which was a momentary concern when we had to go intoa bottle shop - in costume. They didn't seem to think it was as funny as we did. Oh well.
I love it when you go to a party full of really nice, cool and interesting people, some whoyou know, some who you don't. It is too too nice.
And there they were, in living colour, not just on tinternet.
Ah melbourne, the people, the shops, the art, the shops, the food, the shops......
A woman I work with reckons you have to do at least three things you have never done whenyou go on holidays so
1. Slept on a blow up bed2. Ordered a Kebab v. drunk at three in the morning on Toorak Rd (true!)3. Had Yum Cha
the list could go on.
So to all you out there in blogland that I met at the party - thank you for making it so good.........
And even better I came home with a new saying..... are you ready?
Funk On.
Oh how glorious life is.

On the third day of high flying marketing exec life and my head hurts.

have just found out that working in a job that takes up all my time and any ounce of fun - ness I still posess at the end of the day sure is tiring.

I hate estate agents - am rowing with the theiving gypsy (long live romnay) bastards (and those born out of wed lock) from my last house...................


grr

but here is my good news. After being shadowed by Amanda Bloody Vanstone for all my grown up life I am incredibly pleased that she is no longer on the front bench................. so pleased

So good luck Amanda - I hope you get a new job where your boss was forced to pay HECS and your co-workers are on temporary visas.

but enough of that....

Kazzle bedazzle taught me how to do that!!!!!

and pictures too but that is still in progress. So here are some cool little things to read and learn whilst I continue to find a way to encourage people to incurr huge debts, work and study full time in order to get a degree that they will probably never use.

Tony Hawkes eat your heart out - this just proves English Boys are Mad.

and after seeing Lilly Allen on Sunrise this morning - yes sunrise! here is some dirty grity (and poppy) tunes for your day.....

Latoz

(how cool are those link things - I love!!)

Am too old for house warming parties.

Can take heart that I was not the only one who could not get out of bed until 5pm on Sunday arvo.

Ick.

Good Fun though. Gald will be last one - think neighbours are glad too - 4am apparantly. I have no idea - my body and brain were separate from about 11:30 pm to 4am.

as I said already - Ick.

Just Gave MySpaz another go.


Still Crap

Have some intelligent info to rub the stench of popularity contest off you.....

Idol..........................for Authors...................!

http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,1988577,00.html


And Germaine giving it to the great unwashed regarding wylie females and playing the game

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1991890,00.html

We Love

Just had a marketing meeting - even though I don't officially start till next week - feel so good I will be able to use the skills I spent so much time and money getting. Even if it is in marketing. Bill Hicks - who is one of my Fav comedians HATES marketers........ and come to think of it, so do most people. In the same way you hate estate agents, car salespeople and insurance loss adjusters. Oh Crap - what a lot to be lump in with.

I am not the job I do - I am not the job I do ....... breathe breathe breathe


actually a bloke named Christian de Quincy has some pretty cool things to say about that. Heard him on Radio National - and heres a link

http://www.abc.net.au/rn/summer/2006/newdimensions/20070101.htm

Maybe I am getting the hang of this.

So if you are out in the provinces - party on sat arvo - dodgy end of campbell st. Drop in and say !Hola!.

Feeling like a Beta in a VHS world

I know nothing about coding - well a little bit - The English boy made a living out of it so I therefore must know something, but it is very difficult to tell the interweb to "go away and don't come back until its pinging".

It looks like I have to be able to code to get that cool list down the side that links this page to others that are cool, hip and trendy.

Otherwise, it seems as though I a) cannot take direction very well or b) should go and live under a rock and hope this whole knowledge revolution is nothing more than a fad.

Can anyone help. And no, Blogger help did not.

But on a brighter note,

having time on my hands on the front counter of the engine gearing department has meant I have been able to fully appreciate the wonder that is wikipedia. I am in love. You ask for a Lady Soverign lyric and you end up with a recommendation for the best goat curry.

Those click through links are so cool.....

back to my main point you see.

International rants on the ridiculousness of size zero - http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/story/0,,1992062,00.html

made me laugh - but not change back to full fat coke

And top reporting from my local paper - check ou that view

http://www.warwickdailynews.com.au/localsport/storydisplay.cfm?storyid=3717868&thesection=localsport&thesubsection=&thesecondsubsection=

lets see if that works.

I hate myspace.


It's cause I am old.

Well, I moved house on the weekend. Again. Whilst packing up the car/van/trailer, I began counting just how many moves I have made in my life. When I got to 25 I stoppped - too frightening. I wish you could include the amount of times you have had to pack up all the crap you have with you, put it in a bag, stumble down a flight of small stairs with a throbbing hangover, arriving back at reception where all that cheap spanish beer is trying to escape from your body any way it can, whilst trying to get your passport back of the bloke at the desk whose ablity to speak english evaporated soon after you gave him 12 quid for the bed.....

That's dedication.

But all in all the move went well. So I have gone from the ridiculous to the sublime, from 1.5 rooms to enough rooms that if I leave my phone in the kitchen and I am on the front verandah, it rings out before I get there......

And I need to get some more crap. There are so many places to stash it now, it would be rude to not fill it.

They (ahhhhh the mysterious 'they') say that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do, along with getting chucked and starting a new job - so two out of three ain't bad.

But now for the party. I have decided that they only way to celebrate a new house is to of course throw a house warming and in the spirit of parties all around the world - theme it.

One word to say - Margaritaville.

(the dulcet sounds of Jimmy Buffet wafting across the dodgy drug dealing end of Taylor St - accompanied by the noise of the blender - lovely!)

Come on down - Sat arvo. Chips and salsa - perhaps even sombreos.

Curse you internet world and your attempts to keep me from being on the interweb. Bloody thing. Has just made me feel incredibly stupid, and worried as I am sure that 10 year olds can actually complete this without the trouble I have had.

Anyway.

Hello!

Though today was as good a day as any to start this. For someone who is rarely lost for words - usually misspelled - I am finding this surprisingly hard.

First to the name of this blog - it was of course designed when I was working in that magical place called "The Outback". I know some of you may have heard of it...... but that was 3 jobs ago, not including the temping.... see I told you I like leaving jobs - I think I have become addicted to the rush of the interview process - or perhaps daytime TV - either or.

Now although it still applies, not quite so relevant - although there is a dearth of decent newspapers, art, literature, theatre, conversation......................................... so maybe it does apply.

So if you've ever wondered how one ends up in a small provincial town without being born there or part of a Bronte novel, I will do my best to inform you.

Tootles

(hey this thing has spell check......... Cool!)