Friday q and a #82
This Friday doohickey is all over the shop thanks to the rather punishing schedule I'm experiencing at the moment, and I apologise profusely. I'm afraid you'll just have to exercise patience, friends. That or find some other pint-sized tartlet to torment with your clever-clogs queries. Up to you.
In short: my brain is toast. I head to the UK in four sleeps. Let's pack ourselves a wee suitcase of Friday questions to try and sneak through customs...
Witty Pseudonym said...
Satirical celebration of those killed in conflict is not a good thing.
Being politically non-denominational, I have a soft spot for lefties, but I am often disappointed. Anti-censorship is cool but novelty shock entertainment sites are neither objective nor informative. I think most people misunderstand the realities of contemporary conflicts, especially those who have never been, are inexperienced, are sheltered, and are strongly opinionated. For some reason I still rate outspoken pacifists, however poor their understanding is.
Did you really see that as a 'novelty shock entertainment site', WP? Sometimes I think it's important to witness the stark, bloody reality of life in and after conflict. I agree that joints like rotten.com tend to make a massively messy spectacle of all things deathly, but on occasion we should be forced to confront the fact that even something rather cheerily known as 'friendly fire' makes the brains of someone's beloved husband splatter out their ear and onto a nearby wall. Horrific, but a fact.
Lou said...
Ms Fits.
How do I get over my Melbourne hangover/lust/love, and get on with my life back in the most isolated capital city in the world, that just seems to be brimming with mullet-haired-neon-slogan-t-shirt-wearing-scenesters?
(I even miss the cold)
Peace, love etc.
You're not alone in this week's q and a, miss:
i prefer to think of it as residing in melbourne's outer, outer western suburbs said...
lou,
you left out "who-cant-merge-in-traffic-to-save-themselves". IT'S NOT DIFFICULT PEOPLE OF PERTH. AND WHAT'S WITH THE QUALITY OF YOUR TAP WATER? having moved here for work over a decade ago, i still havent figured it out. however, it does make jaunts back to fair melbourne town unmeasurably wonderful and i do return to my little neck of blahville with bags brimming with treats you just cant get locally.
if you ever get an answer to your question, please, please share.
The question begs asking, IPTTOIARIMOOWS. Why don't you two just move back here? We've kept your side of the bed 'just so', etc. It may be the proper thing to wallow in a little neck of blahsville for a few prim-lipped years but in the long run you need to be somewhere that makes your heart sing and if Perth gives you a stomach ache then just get on a damned plane and live in a bin on Collins street. At the very least you’ll be entertained by some nice buskers, including that man in the suit who plays flute and collects loose change in his briefcase.
Aye said...
You mentioned that we have all turned into our fathers once wading our way out of our twenties AND you mentioned that you were a judge for the MIFF shorts.
Were you as charmed by dance-like-your-dad as I was? Do you dance like your dad?
Now pushing my thirties I don’t head out dancing quite as often as I use to but still enjoy it immensely when I do. As a young(er) thing I use to have a unique dance style for various music. Pub rock, punk, electro, American hip hop, Australian hip hop, garage, drum&bass, house etc would all be quite distinct. These days I feel like the styles have all merged together into a single toe tapping but wiggling style.
Should I be trying harder to keep my dancing more appropriate OR is this a sign of growing up, relaxing and not needing to impress?
I was charmed by the Chunky Move short 'Dance Like Your Old Man', yes. Utterly. I've probably always danced a bit like my father as we are both prone to making hammy spectacles of ourselves on the discotheque floor and acting out improbably naff scenarios through the power of mime, so any semblance of acting coolsie disappeared long ago.
I don't think for a moment that you should adjust your patented wiggly toe-tap to suit the genre/crowd, Aye. Surely one of the many advantages of turning thirty is that you no longer have to give a flying fuck what the scowling teenlettes in ironic Ken Done t-shirts think of you when you're laying down some interpretive flaily-limbed stylee to Les Savy Fav. Stand tall amidst the mods and rockers, thrill yourself with a few wiggle-taps, then head to the bar to discuss the new Bed, Bath 'n' Table opening up in your neighbourhood with a few homely peers. All the advantages of Young Adult life without the high drama. Ain't it good to be alive?
Anonymous said...
i envy you. i wish i could be clearer.
will you ever marry the same man for the 4th time? and, if you say no, how can you know that you won't?
my mind is cloudy today, hope this makes sense.
No, I don't think I will. I love him dearly, and he'll always be my family, but our time as husband and wife is done.
How can I be certain? I don't know, I suppose one can never be concrete-sure about anything. We haven't been together for three years and have instead both been slowly but surely moving on with our lives in gently undulating directions, which would seem to indicate something deeply and spiritually important. I'm sure if we do get married in fifty years for a fourth and final time we could get a lead-in i/v on Mornings With Kerrie-Ann, so it's definitely worth considering if we're ever hard up for attention.
Anonymous said...
Hi Fits.
Don't go changin', you're great. If I were 10 or so years younger and not otherwise committed I'd add "Highly pleasurable standard of anal sex with Ms. Fits" to my TODO list.
I must admit that I do pickup style tips from the self appointed fashionista and stylemeisters on this site. Mental note. Procure (preferably from Dimmeys) a dayglo t-shirt with most cringeworthy slogan possible. Mental note 2. Turn collar up when wearing polo shirts.
Now admittedly Fits, I don't get out much these days, what with pullin' the six figures, payin' the mortgage and restoring the '67 Porsche. But I listen to RRR and read a lot. And I'm thinkin' that the kids today really are a piss weak lot who'll readily profer snarky style tips but little else. I remember being deeply affected by Chris Bailey telling me and a couple of hundred others how piss weak our little protest at the introduction of Higher Ed fees (by the ALP no less) was. My how the world has changed.
Questions a plenty.
Tim Rogers. Modern Man's icon? (I was delighted for Tim when he got the gig managing the Fuck Fucks. He obviously needs to be kept busy to stay on the straight and narrow. Heh. But tell me you wouldn't be buying him cocktails if Mark Holden happened to turn up again!)
Sydney. The boofheadness runs a lot deeper than the lack of cool bars (see today's Age). Agree? Frankly Hobart has more going for it than Sydney, what with the scallops, tasty blobs of opium and quality local beer.
Apple. Does anyone with half a clue use Windows anymore? Except for perhaps in an "abusive relationship you just can't leave" kinda way? Mental note. Buy some more AAPL as soon as this correction nastiness is over. What sort of 'puter do you use Fits?
Ok. Nuff Said.
Good gravy. Questions aplenty indeed. Look at all those bees your many bonnets - you must be rather cranially abuzz.
So.
1. If the spectacular Tim Rogers isn't Modern Man's icon, he damn well should be. Debonair, eloquent, louche, foxy as hell in a three-piece. Also he wears his heart on his sleeve in the most dashing and poetic of gut-spilling fashions during every interview and if you don't want to model yourself on his train sex crash of a life then there's something quite wrong with you.
2. I've never experienced a 'tasty blob of opium' in Hobart to be honest with you, so can't actually rate it against the lifestyle of our homosexually-inclined northern neighbours. Obviously there are things to love and loathe about every state (that 'cool bar' article was a bit of a yawnsome space-filler I thought), though my predilections lie firmly entertwined with Melbourne's nethers as the idea of wending my way
3. My parents still use Windows.
This means nothing though, as my parents also have a laser disc player. They’re quite a sweet pair of Luddites, aren’t they?
Anonymous said...
Wow, Fits gets really cut when you diss her hair.
Yeah, I'm twelve exotic varieties of furious. Fear my wrath.
Anonymous said...
You really hate people picking on your clothes and hair, don't you? I can tell.
You know, I actually don't. I'm genuinely curious as to why occasional anonymous commenters on this blog get so excited by what I dress myself in each day as it seems relatively unimportant in the larger scheme of things, but if they want to point at my weird dresses and call me Raggedy Ann Venuti Von Arsehead then they're more than welcome to.
For what it's worth I think I look GRET, aktuly.
Anonymous said...
Leave Ms Fit's look and style alone.
If she wants to appear as one third child's doll, one third circus clown and one third Ukranian lady-boy, that's her choice and she has the right mo make it.
Don't forget that she's trying to make it in Australian showbiz, which is home to some of the most psychopathic, ego crazed scum that the human race has ever produced.
She needs an edge, and her look is a major part of this.
And there is method in her apparent insanity.
Dressing like an idiot creates dissonace in the mind of her audience, which causes them to take even more notice of her.
Next time you see her on telly observe your own reaction.
Your first instinct will be to erupt in hysterical, croaking laughter at the grotesque, pussy faced figure with the pallor of a recently deceased cancer victim, but suddenly she'll come out with some piece of literary criticism and it'll stop you dead in your tracks.
She is a clever and singular woman, our Ms Fits.
See? There's method to my madness after all. And I've clearly been 'rumbled'. THERE GOES MY CUNNING PLAN.
p.s. It's 'dissonance'. Just for next time.
Rustique Too said...
Bonos Dias,
I made the move recently to discontinue my hair cuts at the hands of Vince the middle aged Italian barber and at the insistence of my sister went to a much more “metro” hair dresser. I was attended to by a particularly attractive member of the fairer sex whose cleavage – while not ostentatious – was certainly evident. Obviously throughout the styling experience she was cutting my hair from a number of different angles and presenting several vantage points from which I could sneak a peak.
My question relates to the etiquette I should follow in such an instance. I played a straight bat with eyes forward, but they were there and it was very difficult not to have a surreptitious geeze at various intervals - particularly with the abundance of mirrors available at your average hair dresser. Exactly how should a young gent handle himself* - and his eyes in particular - in this situation?
Could you please also go into a discussion of the etiquette involved with the mammaric man-eye magnet that is cleavage and the gazing at thereof in a broader social context?
Thanks dear.
*I am aware of the double entendre.
I say you should most likely cop yourself an eyeful, Rustique. Hairdressers with big chests are a marvellous species and should be encouraged with winks and an occasional cheery thumbs-up. The lady who cuts my hair has a mammoth shelf-like bosom that she squishes in my face as she leans over me and it’s incredibly comforting and motherly. Obviously you’re not to be touching the ‘merch’, nor should you longingly part your lips and latch on like a suckling man-baby, but if your personal snipper’s going to wear some plunging frockly ensemble and lean lasciviously over you like a well-groomed strumpet then I don’t begrudge you the odd squizz. It seems only fair.
Also, if I’m presenting a certain amount of décolletage then I’d be surprised if I didn’t catch at least one masculine specimen accidentally sliding his eyes southwards as you lot are genetically inclined towards that kind of thing, bless your hearts. Don’t be an outright pervert about it and make homina homina noises though as no-one much cares for a leerer.
ibrokemystove said...
hello fits.
watch me hijack a little...
firstly, i too reside in the capital and recommend silo's bread, coffee and winelist to fht, it provides meaning despite the surrounding bureaucracy.
secondly, Berlin. i had the good pleasure of residing in Friedrichshain a few years back. may i suggest wasting some days at kaufbar (off Kopernikusstr.)? it's delightful.
and currently i'm battling a little with the fairer sex, have you any tips in getting from (a) to snog? it seems i've forgotten how to do so.
cheerio.
Ah.
a) Thanking you for your ACT guidance; I believe it is to be most appreciated (see below).
b) A few days in Berlin may be all I have, but I’m happy to waste them. What exactly is a kaufbar? Will they serve me absinthe?
c) Oh, absolutely. I’d recommend simply coming out and asking if the person you’re keen on would be keen on having a little kiss. I’ve never seen the point in agonised waiting about to be lunged at when all someone needs to do is say out loud ‘I rather think you and I should touch lips softly and repeatedly, how do you feel about that?’. It’s very charming, and at the very least you should get an answer pretty quick smart and move on to plan B should it be an outright no.
Anonymous said...
I live in Canberra too ever since i moved here and I can only recommend places to eat breakfast. Cornucopia is a bakery which is very good in Braddon, just next to town. Essen is a cafe quite good right in town. There is Tilley's somewhere else. Caphs is okay in Manuka. Can anyone else tell me where to get really good vegetarian breakfasts in Canberra? I'm partial to eggs florentine particularly.
Thanks.
I'm rather enjoying RYWHM's Lonely Planet Guide To Canberra. Perhaps we should put out a pamphlet.
davey said...
Anon 7:49 - Cornucopia is a good bet. Their sausage rolls are without question the best in the business. It just sucks when I'm driving home hungover on a Sunday and their doors are shut!
Filthies in Kingston has arguably been the quintessential drinking hole in Canberra for nigh on a decade. Gross, smoky, and liable to lock you in at a dark hours moment's notice. I once saw the barman run for the hills due to a ill timed fat-o-gram, only to have the well meaning glassey pick up the act behind the bar to a throng of screaming well wishers. The already trollied bar owner quickly declared open bar and mayhem inevitably ensured.
Don't expect it to ever happen again, although is still without doubt my best ever bar experience.
Only advice is go with a Canberran. Place sucks otherwise. x
*copyrights pamphlet idea*
struggling said...
i am not sure if this is the right forum for my comment...to the 23yr old moving to canberra.....
KNIGHTSBRIDGE PENTHOUSE. drink there. it is excellent. full of well meaning interesting people. with excellent cocktails and drinks and fgood dues behind the bar.and not filled with the rif raf that is associated with civic/drinking/mooseheads...although i cant judge i was there last night.
enjoy -( you will find that canberra is full of drunk students.)
I had NO idea we had so many folk from the nation's capital joining us here on RYWHM. Welcome, Canberrians. Take a seat. Have you done something with your hair? You look awesome.
EC said...
One for you Ms Fits & the RYWHM community notice board.
We're planning a holiday in Tasmania, starting with a few days at the ridiculously luxurious Cradle Mountain Lodge (google it) then driving across to Hobart.
I've never visited the Apple Isle before and haven't had a holiday in bloody ages. What are the must sees, must eats, must experiences when in Tassie?
I have no idea! I’ve never visited the Apple Isle either. My gentleman caller has promised to take me some time between now and next year so I’ll hopefully have something to report eventually, though he may just be luring me there in order to throw me over the side of the Abel Tasman and laugh manically as my lifeless corpse floats away. Quick, hardy Taswiegan travellers of RYWHM. Assist, assist!
morgan said...
fits, if you don't mind me saying you do some A-grade flirting here on this blog. i do love flirting but i tend to only do it with people i'm not overly keen on or waitpersons/bar staff who have 'participating in flirtatious exchanges with customers' as part of their unwritten job description.
my questions:
1. are you such an audacious flirt when face to face with people?
2. have you ever had a difficult situation resulting from someone interpreting your 'recreational flirting' as 'flirting with intent'?
Oh boy, my second 'rumbling'. This is quite the unveiling Friday.
1. Yeah, I do like to make sweet-talk on the blog sometimes (it does tend to pass the time rather pleasantly), and have been known for being relatively audacious in the flirtation stakes in previous real lives. These days I tone it down a bit as I'm seeing someone I'm rather keen on and don't have any call to upset him.
I don't see much wrong with the occasional lighthearted romantic verbal liasion, but there's a very fine invisible line and we each of us know in our bellies when we've crossed it. My internal warning system is very finely tuned these days out of necessity and practice.
2. Probably. I've deftly had to talk my way out of delicate situations where I've perhaps taken on too many liquors and turned into Lady Gainsbourg, but nothing too horrendous. You live and learn, and I've learned a great deal over the past five years. Battlescars of love and all that.
Anonymous said...
Dear Fits,
A rhetorical question but first the set-up:
I recently heard someone relate that they had suggested to 'brainstorm' ideas in a business meeting and were later taken aside by the HR attendee to admonish them for the apparent un-PC use of the word and advised instead to say 'thought shower'.
My rhetorical question is - WHAT THE FUCK????
(Apparently a brain-storm is what happens during an epileptic fit but I fail to see how this could possibly be offensive. Perhaps because I am not epileptic...but still this seems to be a ridiculous perpetuation of the abhorrent PC mind-set that is eroding our lovely jumbly language...so, again....WHAT THE FUCK???)
Wait, a ‘brain-storm’ is what happens during an epileptic fit? Since when? That makes the whole writhing on the floor and frothing at the mouth thing sound rather exotic, doesn’t it? I daren’t imagine how many folk suffering schizophrenia the term ‘think-jam’ might offend.
Epon contributes:
epon_anon said...
Re the brainstorm/thoughtshower deal, I think this is more a case of someone trying play petty power games than a genuine PC concern. Any organisation can have one of these people & my response to such putdowns is usually to tell them to get a flashlight & start looking for a friggin' clue.
THAT'S SOME TOUGH-TALKING HOOCH RIGHT THERE, PEOPLE.
Andy Pants said...
Could I email you my short story to get some feedback?
Of course. I'll do the best I can, though my time is hugely impossible before I go away. Do you have some kind of strict and looming creative deadline?
Anne said...
I find it interesting that so many of you find the hair and dress stylings of a blog author relevant.
No one cares that most radio stars are in radio because they are too ugly to be on the box.
Ms Fits is in my assessment particularly attractive. I think her blog is probably more interesting to me because I know she is... as insecure women bore me.
In short, I appreciate Ms Fits writing style. I don't give a shit what she wears. Further, I suggest with her face it wouldn't matter.
That's lovely of you, Anne. Although you might change your tune if you saw me in the emerald green high-waisted corduroy shorts I recently bought to wear overseas. I'm figuring no-one in Europe knows me so I may as well make a sartorial ass of myself.
Anonymous said...
Oh Ms Fits ... I've been holding my breath all this time waiting for the ALP to fuck it up and just as I was starting to relax...
WHY Kevin, WHY?
Is this the end?
No, dear comrade. It most certainly is not.
Anonymous said...
It's hardly surprising that these sort of things come out about Kevin when Downer has a dirt unit and goons (hired) to leak this stuff.
Can't anyone publish stories about Howard quaffing the blood of infants at KKK trivia nights? It happens you know.
Still if this the best they can do? I don't doubt that at least 7 out of 10 males have been to a strip club at least once in their life.
I went once to have the experience of the common man. I am very considered like that. No big deal.
I've been to the strips about twelve times to ‘have the experience of the common man’, Anon. I didn't get it right the first eleven times, you see, and wanted to make sure I understood it perfectly.
It's still a work in progress. I'll get back to you after my next exciting visit to Goldfingers.
John Lennon said...
This is what we're up against...
http://www.stormfront.org/forum/showthread.php/best-concealment-holster-412450.html
I'm not sure what you mean exactly, John Lennon. Do you mean we're up against gun-hungry violent racists who can't spell ('I know that the more concealed a handgun is, the slower it is to draw. What are your thoughts on holsters with that good equalibrium')? I suppose so, yes. I wouldn't say the wildly erratic posters at Stormfront are the top of my shitlist as people to be worried about, though you may have a personal cause for concern given your assassination and all.
Steve said...
Anonymous said...
Oi slag, I don't need to see your war torn beaver on TV no more.
Is your war torn beaver on TV now? Surely my tv guide would have promoted such an appearance as a "Very Special Episode" of First Tuesday Book Club? Or are you/your WTB branching out with your own show? Perhaps ABC2 is the place for that sort of niche programming.
Actually, my war torn beaver will be presenting a nine-part series of specials for Gardening Australia. Look out for the episode where it gets in a rather nasty scrape with a pair of secateurs. Hilarity ensues, etc.
Anonymous said...
fits,
one for you/fellow readers...
whereabouts will i find those rock t-shirts for babies?
cheers
There's a shop on High street in Northcote that sells them - I can't remember what it's called, but it's very near the beloved Bookgrocer's store. This site is kind of cool if you're in the States, and you can have a nice peruse here too. Whose infant are you dressing up in punque™ clothing, Anon? Is it yours? HAVE YOU WRITTEN PERMISSION?
catbrain said...
ooooh - have not had interwebs access regularly for a while so I have just discovered the move.... it's very colourful over here. purdy.
My question for today, and I'm hoping to throw it open to the RYWHM community as well: having just moved to Fitzroy (literally - I moved last Saturday), what are the best places for food shopping? I'm on Fitzroy Street and have been told that the nearest stupormarkets are Smith St or Lygon St; I don't shop at them as a rule, except for staples. I'd happily shop at a nearby independent, if it exists, plus I love going to separate stores for different things, eg: greengrocer, deli, bakery, etc., but need to keep a bit of a rein on the pursestrings so the luxury specialist stores are more of a treat. I don't have a car so am relying on public transport.
I'm also reasonably adventurous when it comes to food, so if there's something a bit unusual out there I would love to know about it too.
Thanking you all, in advance, for your kind assistance - I look forward to exploring your suggestions.
xxx
Welcome to the neighbourhood, friend. You’re so close to the Standard parmigiana you could probably reach out of your window and crumble the fetta on top yourself AND I AM WHOLLY ENVIOUS.
I still like to shop at Piedmonte’s on St. George’s road in North Fitzroy as insufferably handsome locals in tight jeans tend to loiter around the ATM and you’re very close to Dench bakery and The Greengrocer (organic one-off goodness and above-par baked beans) and can drop into the Tin Pot for a gin and Pompelmo on your way home (recommended). It’s one tram directly up Brunswick and quite an adorable pocket of the world, I find.
Ben said...
Hello,
It has struck me that you are actually one of the most skilful purveyors of the art of capital letters comedy working today. It's actually quite an interesting field. I'm serious.
Any Germanic souvenir will do. Something stern and medieval would work.
The pillar of salt was from the Bible. Greek mythology was more about being raped by waterfowl. There are many different kinds of hero.
FIRST QUESTION: Are you serious about the three annual weddings thing? I have a certain reaction in store for this revelation, but I am not going to release it until I'm certain it was not one of your ha-ha celebrity liberal media elite wacky japes. Really? Once a year? As Ringo Starr might say, gear.
SECOND QUESTION: Were these Byronic restaurants just restaurants in Byron Bay, or were they eateries with a certain dark, brooding sexiness?
I don't really know the Basics. But Nathan Cavaleri was in a movie about a dog.
THIRD QUESTION: Will you wear the electric blue high waisted shorts next time you see me?
My sister wrote a book about abortion clinics and god-botherers.
I have an opinion about your hair: it's nice. Sorry if that's too simple.
FOURTH QUESTION; Do you mind the rather obnoxious plugs I am about to perpetrate on your blog?
The first couple of these will I believe be out of the question for you yourself Fitsy, but still, if anyone else is up for it:
On Wednesday August 29 I'm in a heat of Poetry Idol, doing my shouting at people thing. Interesting verbiage, and free wine, apparently. Free admission too. It's at the St Kilda Library at 6pm.
On September 25 I'm at the Comic's Lounge in North Melbourne.
On October 3rd I'm going to be deconstructing the Velvet Underground & Nico at Babble Fringe, at Bar Open on Brunswick Street.
QUESTION FIVE: What are the odds of success for an online store selling hip and funky turbans for today's youth, entitled Fully Sikh?
I hope you enjoy your trip.
Hi Ben.
*waves*
Let’s pack a lunch and hike through your mountain of questions, shall we?
1. Are you serious about the three annual weddings thing?
I am indeed. We were a romantic and impulsive pair with plenty of time on our hands. It was a lovely relationship and thinking about him makes me pleased to be alive.
2. Were these Byronic restaurants just restaurants in Byron Bay, or were they eateries with a certain dark, brooding sexiness?
BOTH.
Actually, my friend Patrick emailed me and informed me that he’d probably go for Offshore over The Balcony and he’s a local so we should all trust what he says and nod knowingly. That said, the cocktails on The Balcony really are lovely.
3. Will you wear the electric blue high waisted shorts next time you see me?
The electric blue high waisted shorts purchased at Savers weren't actually for me. As mentioned previously, mine are emerald green and corduroy. The pair of us are going to clash miserably if we ever venture out on the same street with lilywhite gams on show.
4. Do you mind the rather obnoxious plugs I am about to perpetrate on your blog?
Never. This blog is all about shameless self-promotion. I only started it to 'get ahead' and look at the dizzy heights of community radio I've managed to scale thus far.
5. What are the odds of success for an online store selling hip and funky turbans for today's youth, entitled Fully Sikh?
Nice joke masquerading as a question there, sir.
p.s. 7.5/10.
Andy Pants said...
Mis Fits, I'm interested in musing about your hate mail as I am bored and can find nothing particularly interesting on the internests with which to entertain myself.
Heres my critical analysis of the comments.
Looking at the writing you'll notice they each have several recurring themes. They are all of course over-wordy and uninteresting, I think that's fairly obvious. But if you manage to get past that initial tedium you may also notice the writers poor grasp of simile and metaphor.
He or she also seems to have a fairly limited vocabulary and appears to have no grasp of structure, correct tense or even proper grammar.
Most intersting of all however is the constant allusions to your televison persona.
Could it be that this 'mysterious' wordsmith is in fact one of the shitty shitty writers you've criticised in your on-screen shenanigans, who feels deeply ashamed for their complete inability to demonstrate any effective control of the english language, and as such feels burned by the world, lashing out at anyone who tries to point out their obvious and glaring inadequacies?
Also what's your favourite sexual position?
1. I don't really bother trying to nut out the identities of abusive wordsmiths, mysterious or not. Should someone from my past be waging some kind of public and red-faced war against me via anonymous blog comments then they're more than welcome to. Better yet they should come to my school reunion next year and poke me in the chest with angry shouting like a normal person might do.
2. In love.
Anonymous said...
Andy Pants. Fits Sexual Position. Spit Roasted. Nicely Toasted.
Wrong, but it rhymes so you get to keep playing.
nat said...
Hello Sexy Msy,
Loving the new blog layout and so pleased that you seem to be having lots of special ginger time. You deserve much happiness.
Onto the question.
My 40th birthday is fast approaching (fuckity fuck) and preparations for a suitably debauched and immature celebration have begun. The party will be at my best friend's place and alcohol purchasing and stockpiling is already underway.
I thought a theme might be nice, so was hoping you may have some suggestions to save me thinking to much? Oh, and while I'm known to be a tad naughty, I think the 'come as my sexual fantasy' type themes might be a bit off putting for my clients and work colleagues. But then again..
Thanks gorgeous girl x
Thinking too much! The shame of it. Thank goodness you've come to me, Nat. I wouldn't expect anyone who reads this blog to tax their brain overly. THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.
I'm not sure how I'd go with a fortieth, though I do enjoy the following themes for a party immensely:
1. I Can't Believe I Ever Wore That
2. Wedding Reception (lots of tear-streaked brides, mothers-in-law, tiered cake etc)
3. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
4. Come As Your Ex
5. The Ian Hewitson Disco 3000 Rollerbonanza Spunktacular*.
*I have no idea what this is but would love to see the resulting costumes.
Tim Chuma said...
Will you be coming down to the Queenscliff Music Festival this year to see Bob Log III? I have a feeling they will put him on the train for some reason (he just suits it.) Either that or the Pelican Bar as it is a smaller venue. No, definitely not the Uniting Church that they use as a venue!
I will be most certainly attending the Queenscliff Musical Festival this year Tim, to see many an act. I can't think of much nicer than sitting in a train carriage on a sunny afternoon watching a man in a motorbike helmet sing about tit-clapping, so it's certainly one to circle in the diary.
catbrain said...
*sings*
"Walk my way
and a thousand violins begin to play...."
Am I supposed to harmonise with you now? Are we like Sonny and Cher? Can I have a big moustache?
Knob end said...
"But if you manage to get past that initial tedium you may also notice the writers poor grasp of simile and metaphor. "
U speld smile rong u idyat
You just made me simile a bit there yourself, Knob end. And quite a fitting note to finish on, too.
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There. I'd like to pretend I'll be studiously upkeeping the q and a's while I'm away but the truth is I'll more likely be racing around Paris eating croissants and sharing breathless kisses in front of works of art, so do just allow me my hobbies. Leave your questions for next time in the comments below and I promise to attend to them as soon as I've got a meandering moment in a Hong Kong airport.
82 days til the next election.
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Adopting a general anti-war opinion is the first good step, but displaying a lack of understanding only undermines any collective movement. Kind of like an embarrassing criminal union thug being a member of the Labor Party. I am sure Kevin knows how the ill-informed left are more damaging to the left, than the right is. Those who are hung up on being outraged by the existence of war are often very unhelpful in improving an understanding of what is actually happening, and therefore counterproductive in seeking resolution.
My question is how would you fix Iraq? You must be practical, contemporary, and completely devoid of humour.
Here are some tips from a Victorian Tasophile.
My must eats are:
Risby Cove, Strahan - great for a romantic night's accommodation and top food
Fee and Me in Launceston - very pricey degustation
Silverwater in Launceston - lovely food and an excellent deli
Left Bank deli in Swansea - for the coffee and orange chocolate cake
Elephant Pass Pancake Barn - for the experience
Must Stay:
Giants Table Cottages in Maydena - renovated miners' cottages along the road to Gordon Dam (a must see) and at the entry to the Styx Valley (a must see while it's still there)
Kabuki at Swansea - Japanese themed B&B/restaurant on the East Coast
Must See:
Drive the Western Explorer along the West Coast to get down to Zeehan. Camp at Corinna. Complain about the $20 ferry fee.
Drive from Queenstown to Hobart and stop at all the walks you can.
More tips here: http://tinyurl.com/39o7gr
Happy trails Ms Fits! Have a croissant or three for me.
My questions:
1) Are you aware of reports that red-heads may be extinct within 100 years? What are you doing, IF ANYTHING, to address this forthcoming shortage of Ginge?
2) Laurie Oakes and Kerry O'Brien in a threeway or an hour of passionate tongue-kissing with Vanstone? Which is it to be?
"My question for today, and I'm hoping to throw it open to the RYWHM community as well: having just moved to Fitzroy (literally - I moved last Saturday), what are the best places for food shopping? I'd happily shop at a nearby independent, if it exists...I don't have a car so am relying on public transport. I'm also reasonably adventurous when it comes to food, so if there's something a bit unusual out there I would love to know about it too."
There's a superb Korean grocery store on B'wick Street, so I assume it's just near your Fitzroy Street domicile, catbrain. Do check it out. And welcome to Fitzroy!
enjoy the overseas jaunt.
Canberran doesn' t have an "i"
"Town" is referred to as Civic
and Burley Griffin has an "e"
Having gotten that stick out of my ass...
Read the advice to the 23 year old moving to Canberra. Basically agree with what everyone wrote. Although, felt recommending Filthy' s in Kingston and Tilley' s in Lyneham(?) wouldn' t be much help unless that the guy is moving to those districts. All the suggestions, quite understandably, were in North or South Canberra which are 23yr. old should pay attention to...
very important.
Spent a couple of months in Canberra 3 years ago and was quite impressed with the bars outside of Civic. But, think if this kid is new to town he' ll probably will and should just stick to Civic and places like; Pheonix, King O' Malley' s and the Uni bar. However, the Uni Bar' s pretty quite late in the evenings and on weekends. What our prospective new Canberran will probably realise quite quickly is that Canberra is quite decentralised and the bars in Civic are no exception. For example, Wig and Pen on the end of Alinga St. down near ANU is a nice enough place where you shouldn 't be able to get into too much trouble. Alternately, if trouble is your middle name, I' ve always enjoyed Civic Pub on Lonsdale St. While it wouldn' t be for those of us who are more of the Champagne Socialists/ Latte drinking da-da set, it does have cheap drinks. Also, everyone is too busy playing pool to beat you up and the big video screen seems to continuously play hilarious 80' s hair metal "classics"
My question is how would you fix Iraq? You must be practical, contemporary, and completely devoid of humour. "
What's the point of asking a question if you're going to answer it yourself?
Did we ever get to the bottom of that one? I've seen it written about 30 times now, and it's not quirky and curious, it's just stupid. Any idea who/what is the story behind it?
And, I'm guessing you've been around Albert Street lately, to have seen it. Confirm?
Do you frequent the forums over at Television Without Pity at all? There is a poster there who is rather snarkalicious in all the right places, and greatly reminds me of you.
I hope your travelling adventures have been/are marvellous!
Did you enjoy the MWF teev thing? must remember to have a look at it next week.
firstly, let me apologise for the lack of capital letters in my question. i'm listless and wondering what the point is (of using capital letters, that is).
so, my question. after another very tragic weekend in, i decided to take it upon myself to join an online dating service. i set up what i thought was a not too boring, not too psychotic profile, and did a search for some likely lads with interests in the realm of mine.
after some preliminary contacts, initiated by myself, and by those that had already found my profile, i sent my photos to these gents. i have not heard back from any of them.
am i that hideously unattractive that no one wants to talk to me? are people still that shallow that even though they are attracted to me for my 'words', as soon as they see a picture, they don't even bother to reply with a thanks, but no thanks? should i even bother to continue with the internet dating malarky, or just give up and get myself a cut and back episodes of grey's anatomy?
look forward to hearing what you think, and hope you are having a lovely time overseas too.
cheers
disillusioned anon
Could you please share your thoughts on the proposed costume
for this years APEC forum class photo?
...and are you aware of any alternative costumes?
Thank you for reading my question, goodbye.
Lee Lin Chin
Do you remember Adventures on Kythera?
It was about a group of Australian children having some kind of adventure (as the title suggests) in the Greek Islands. Adults and authority figures were completely absent from the story, as far as I remember.
I've found details on the AFC website (below) but otherwise, nothing.
From memory, it had theme music that was not unlike the sample in Madonna's "Nothing Really Matters".
Year: 1989
Production Company: Media World Pictures Pty Ltd
Exec. Producer: William T Marshall
Producer: Tassos Ioannides
Colin South
John Tatoulis
Director: John Tatoulis
Writer: Deborah Parsons
International Sales: Livewire Film And Television Production
Status: Completed
Duration: 6 x 30 mins
Cast: Garry Prazo, Zenton Dirk, George Lekkas
Does anyone else remember it/have a VHS copy of it?
Can you give five reasons why Little Red are not the most overrated band going around at the moment?
Not saying I don't like them (in fact quite the oppostie), but the hype is a tad out of control .
A prominent place on the Meredith line up- they've barely been around for five seconds.
following up, 'kaufbar' means 'buy-bar' or 'purchase-bar'. the concept was that you could buy anything in the caff. being so, it was filled with all sorts of lovely chairs, crockery and staff, (i hadn't the financial nor physiological capital to win over the lovely lasses). nevertheless, i really liked it. kopernikusstr. friedrichshain.
ok. question. jennifer connolly isn't on facebook. is it possible she doesn't exist?
It's me again; I'm not sure if you remember me. I haven't been around these 'ere parts for nigh on three months or something. I feel ashamed. My apologies for being a lacklustre friend.
Congratulations on the new (to my eyes) blog design. Good work, Inventive Labs!
Um, it's just that I noticed you culled your bloglinks, and yet I managed to squeeze in there. Just how I managed to do that is beyond me, as (a) I have been a lacklustre friend of late, as previously noted, (b) I have not blogged for almost as long as I have been absent from these fine pages, and (c) I'm a bit of a tosser, ... but I expect that knowing me in real life may have pushed me over the line there, and I for one am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
But back to my original point (if I can find it). The link to my blog current goes somewhere bizarre. (Allow me to clarify; more bizarre than my blog, in that it's not my blog at all.)
The link that's currently active is this one: http://www.iblogged.myself.com/ when in fact it should be this one: http://www.ibloggedmyself.blogspot.com/
I don't mean to sound rude or demanding or anything, but WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK Y ... just kidding. I've let you know about it, now - so if it changes at any point within the next, say, twelve to eighteen months, I'd be much obliged.
Any longer than that and I may have to get cranky (not to be confused with Kranki).
I will take my leave from you, now. But before I go, I pledge to return to the blogsphere in a week or two and not be such a stranger.
Those of you who despise me are free to groan about it, but that's what you get for ... um ... doing absolutely nothing that deserved such a horrid punishment.
Sorry about that.
PS - I'd better include one of these so you'll answer me: ... "?"
(Your posts are always cute. Nuff said)
anyway my question is - why did our glorious leader k rudd reject my facebook friendship? what an affront for an avid Labor supporter!
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Goodness me. It's 8:40am on a Monday and I'm already drunk ...
DA, as someone who is sadly familiar with internet dating (Adelaide seems to sport a lacklustre crew of gentlemen), allow me to emphatically assure you that it is NOT your fault. My own adventures demonstrate that women who use internet dating are merely responding to the dearth of available men in Australia, while the men who use it are quite obviously mental.
Please don't sentence yourself to a lifetime of medical show repeats because the best that RSVP offers has thus far failed you.
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Comments with several links to the same domain are a little bit more likely to be mistaken for spam, since it's common spammer behaviour.
Thanks ever so.
xxx
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