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MON07APR

Tick tock.





Last week my richly comedic co-hosts and I played an incredibly hilarious April Fools' Day prank on the nation when we STARTED WORK AN HOUR LATER THAN USUAL and then PRETENDED THE TIME WAS SIXTY MINUTES EARLIER THAN IT WAS and lo, the youth of Australia did lol/get fired.


Basically it was just an excuse for us to lie in for an hour or so, cleverly disguised as winsome tomfoolery, and was treated with suitable disdain and no small amount of disinterest except by those few who seem to get their knickers in a twist about all things time-related and for some ungodly reason trust the wisdom of a team of inane breakfast radio hosts over THEIR OWN CLOCKS.



I don't know anyone who really gets agitated about time. At least, I didn't until I found this letter in today's paper:



'I love clocks, in fact I have 17 of them. But what a bore, having to get up at 2am to put them all back an hour. I mean, couldn't they let us put them back at 10pm as we go to bed.



- Doug Jacques,
Nambucca Heads.'





a) Seventeen clocks? SEVENTEEN? Who needs to know the time this urgently outside of Marty McFly?




b) Do you like very much the fact that Doug dragged himself out of bed in the middle of the night to shuffle around his house re-setting each one of the seventeen tick-tocks? I do. If he didn't mumble furiously to himself throughout and sweatily fidget unbuttoning and rebuttoning his pyjama pants then I will be severely disappointed.




c) I don't know whether it's the fault of the newspaper or Doug, but my favouritest thing about this letter is the lack of question mark at its end. It serves to reaffirm the overriding sense of pedantry, surrealism and downright derangement pervading its very core. And for this I am happy.




d) If this is a joke letter I would prefer to remain ignorant.


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FRI04APR

Friday q and a #93 part B.





I know I said I'd do the part B for q and a 93 some time last millennium, but the Dirtbombs got in the way and then there were all those astounding confessions and then I've spent this whole last week roaming the streets of beautiful, perfect Melbourne feeling desperately homesick and well, you know how things are. Forgive me. Let's just have a little hug.





The Last Scientician said...
It was a trip to Sydney that reminded me of an important fact re: Sydney vs Melbourne.

It was this: all cities in the world are different. Find the good bits, and you'll have a ball.

Now for a question. If everyone else at a planning meeting in my faculty contributed something except me, do you think anyone noticed?

I honestly had no opinion (hard to believe, I'm sure) about the acronym laden neo-garble they were spouting all day. Well, nothing that would get me invited to lunch with the assistant Dean of Knowledge transmission or whatever he is.

Is it best in such situations to bite one's tongue, rather than coat them all with a hefty spray of vicious bile from the anti-authoritarian that dwells beneath this thin facade of business shirts and Doc Martens?





I wouldn't worry about it too much. I contribute seven parts of fuck all to the morning show and they still let me come back every day and continue making a hash of things. Just bite your tongue and go play a zesty game of whack-a-mole at the Fun Factory once you're off work. It's surprising how much smashing the shit out of some plastic animals with an oversized novelty hammer can take the edge off your tension.



syms covington said...
bloody loved the tim rogers tea towels that did the rounds during his last tour. left me in the good books re xmas presents they did.



Oh, that would be a nice addition to the anal sex ones currently decorating the kitchen. I sense a crossover market for rock n roll gays....



melbournegirl said...
i second the question about the next rywhm confession booth. it has been a while.

also what is the current status of the competition for guessing first person to die in 2008.

ALSO my real question: have you been under any pressure to modify or tone down your posts/comments on this blog, that is from heavy bosses, contractual obligations and the like?

ps i think i saw your boots in an op-shop recently. did you take them to sydney with you? [sneaky final qn slipped in there]



a) Confession booth - see post. Wish, command, etc.



b) My conscience got the better of me this year and I neglected to arrange anything concrete in relation to Celebrity Sweepstakes lest I be struck down with some kind of karmic brain AIDS. It would be wholly deserved.



c) None whatsoever. They all seem quite content to let me talk smack on the interwebs without wading in to pull rank. Which is nice. I'm not sure I'd be overly thrilled if someone told me to can the political chit-chat and focus instead on the miraculous new Presets single. Even if it is rather winsome and becoming.



d) I am wearing them right now. I sleep in them. They give me Hulk-like strength.



dankellyisasexygnome said...
first off, Clara: look at Kensington. Inner city, cheapish, some good eats (everything from Irish pub fare to Ethiopian to Malaysian within 2 blocks)

BTW, when Obama wins 90% of the African-American vote (http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5giZDjUrVk9p4HpVouqLhFbdtXTYAD8UP4NTG0) [wow that is an ugly link] maybe it is reasonable to discuss the role race plays in the Democratic contest?

Anyway, it's now almost 6am and i'm waiting to see whom amongst the three of you speaks first. If you happen to be reading your blog, if it could be you and you could do a 50's era 'good morning and welcome to J-J-J, Australia's best source of bee-bopping tunes for all you hipsters out there' that'd be awesome.

as for a question, why does Aldi cola make my kidneys feel bad?



Wtf is Aldi cola? Lindsay just told me it was a very cheap brand of cola. There's your problem right there. Vegans know all about that shit. You get what you pay for, cheapskate.



butnotassexyasjoseramoshortammmncatholicpriests said...
Oh, and more seriously, what do you suggest for someone moving from Melbourne to Canberra for educational purposes? It seems pretty much like a huge Werribee but without train stations for the yuuf.



What do I suggest? Gracious, I'm not sure I know what you mean. In terms of settling down in a neighbourhood, or simply adjusting to a newfound architecturally structured lifestyle? I've only ever been to Canberra for a total of three days but I enjoyed what I saw, particularly when squired about town on this particular vehicle





YES REALLY. From memory there have been some lovely 'welcome to Canberra, please enjoy your bundt cake stay'-type helpful postings in previous RYWHM comments, so perhaps some upstanding folk from our nation's capital can speak up now or forever hold their peace. Will you be there in a couple of weeks? I may well require a drinking partner.



A. Nonymous Esq. said...
Many thanks, O wise one.





*curtseys*



perplexed passenger said...
how do you find the time to answer all of these questions, AND write a blog, AND be on the radio at such early hours of the morning?? p.s. love the show, I listen to it on the way to work everyday and always get at least one lol moment out of it, especially the txt spk :)



Oh god, I don't know. I'm fucking tired and I'm doing too many jobs at the moment and I have to quit one before I grow myself a goitre. May/June is looking like a good time to stop and take a breather, but until then I'm on a somewhat punishing schedule. If I had five minutes to stop and drink a cocktail whilst reading Kingsley Amis I would be a very happy lady.



Bomba said...
Just wondering if you would like to put one of these in your blogs side-bar and spread the good news.
http://www.backwardsbush.com/
Only 333 days to go as I write this.
January 20, 2009 will be a day for celebrating.



I've kind of resisted putting too many counters or flow charts or graphs or GUESS WHO LINKS TO ME-type things on this blog as I sort of prefer the basic naked lady 'look' that my friend Joseph Make-Believe conjured up for me some moons ago. Certainly the idea of counting ol' GWB out of office is a pleasing thought, though if Americans had their shit together enough to actually vote the perennially grinning dimwit out in 2004 it may have been more deeply satisfying.



BigMattStud said...
richwell, what I found most amusing about that link was that in a blog post about female ejaculation she feels the need to warn the readers that there's a medical diagram that's NSFW.

Glad she did, because before that I was all set to pin it up on the bulletin board.

And is it just me, but is there something weird about that diagram ? I'm no expert on the female anatomy, but some of those parts just seem to be in the wrong place to me.



I can't say I've spent much time peering into the dark recesses of female parts - either my own or others' - though if I ever change my mind and seek further information I can always go see one of Annie Sprinkle's Public Cervix Announcements like thusly


' I can see my house from here, etc'



Do you have to type anonymous? said...
Had my first Northcote Social Club experience this evening. Has anyone else had the pleasure of some fuckwit threatening to put a bullet in your head at that particular venue?



Gosh, no. Last time I was at the NSC I was racing in and out of the toilets with a cockeyed companion and playing a long and refreshing game of 'You Do/We Do' on my digital camera, which was later sadly stolen from my van. And then to complete the cycle of life my van was stolen. I look forward to returning to the venue this Saturday night and baiting gurning onlookers into waving their glocks all up in my grill.



BEVIS said...
Question for Ms Fits: I missed IOU: Mary Hardy the other week (I'd intended to watch it, but sadly forgot all about it). However, my out-laws saw it and thought that what you had to say was very good. Would you agree? And do you think the finished special (presuming you saw it in its entirety) was good / a credit to the woman in question?

Question for Ben: Why not include American Dad! in your list of US adult-oriented cartoons? If not for Channel Seven placing them back-to-back last year, I probably never would have bothered ... but I must say it's often quite hilarious (not as good as Family Guy, but still very good).

Question for lfe507: What was the clue in the SMH Omega crossword, exactly?

Answer for Anonymous @ 10:39 on 19th February: Are you new around here, or something? Of course she is, but that's why we love her. (I wonder if you think your question stung her. If so, you clearly are new around here.)



I didn't see the Mary Hardy special (I sleep from 6pm onwards like a chaste vampire), but I hear it was okay. It's all a bit weird, to be honest. I would never propose that something I had to say was very good as I am at best a bumbling ass, but the producer gave me a nice bottle of gin which certainly moved things along a little.



awake for no good reason said...
Dear golly gosh I couldn't find the anonymous comment from the 19th February. Does this mean the lovely Ms. Fits has taken a page out of the semi-powerful-alternative-media-celebrity lucrative-guide on shutting out the comments of the retarded? I am quite curious as to what Anonymous had to say, aren't you?

Moreeque: In Melbourne, what are the best boutiques (read: student budget shopping centre chain store / opp shops) to locate those gorgeous floral dresses you pull off so well? I'm planning some Talented Mr. Ripley style identity fraud and thought I would start by getting wardrobe ideas straight from the horses mouth.



a) I pretty much don't ban comments ever, unless someone either specifically requests that I take theirs down or that they are in some way mortally wounded by something an anonymous poster has implied. Christ, it should be reasonably obvious that I let everything through to the keeper. Say what you want; I got to get all tactile with Josh Homme on Tuesday.



b) Hm. I tend to poach shit from all over the shop...Hunter Gatherer on Brunswick street is relatively consistent, though the prices can vary. In terms of 'student budget' I'd recommend lurking around Northcote Plaza, as occasionally those wee shops with shiny jeans can present a dainty piece of sartorial delight.



p.s. If you steal my identity you can't have my dog.



swy said...
I recently read Atonement and was wondering if you have any stroke with the producers of FTBC? Maybe you could sell them on the potential for debate about how one misplaced c-bomb can blow out your entire future.



They're pretty open to suggestions of all sorts - next month they've been gracious enough to allow me Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell To Arms which mostly makes up for the heinousness of sitting through Liar's Poker. I'm pushing for Kyril Bonfiglioli's The Mortdecai Trilogy to be covered in the future, but to be honest I've had a fair run and will most likely take what I get. The fact they still employ me is all I can hope for these days.


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I'm tired. I love Melbourne. I'll get to Friday q and a #94 when I'm damned good and ready. Go listen to some Townes Van Zandt or something. Hey look, a pigeon.


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THU03APR

If you don't know him or get the joke, just go and buy the fucking record as it is genius and you will be musically thankful and also laugh in retrospect.






Lindsay: OH MY GOD, GARETH FROM THE DRONES HAS BEEN STABBED.





Me: I am going to steal that visual joke and put it on my blog and claim it as my own.





Lindsay: Be my guest.














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WED02APR

Duck Season.












'We got into an argument and as I stood up I went like that to throw the wine on Kate...I certainly didn't mean for the glass to, to touch Kate's lip. There were no stitches required.'











'She kissed the gun. I had no idea why. Never knew her. Never even saw her before that night. It's anatomy of a frame-up. I have no idea who she was or what her agenda was. There is no case. She killed herself
.'

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TUE01APR

Dinner with the ladies.





Lee: So have you seen that tiny poet guy again?





Fluffy: What tiny poet guy?





Me: You know, that tiny poet guy I hung out with for a bit. He played ukulele and he had these wee little arms.





Fluffy: Oh, that's right.





Me: He was like a thalidomide child.





Sugar: (looking alarmed) Ahem.





Me: What?





Sugar: (pointing urgently and discreetly to the side) Just...a-hem.





Me: (realising that against all odds a thalidomide-affected lady must be sitting at the next table and suddenly horrifically embarrassed) Oh god. Subject change. Anyway. No big deal. I haven't seen him in years.





Sugar: Are you...right?





Me: Yeah, fine. Should we order more wine? Let's get more wine.







* fifteen minutes later*






Me: Christ. Why didn't someone tell me my boob was poking out of my dress?





Sugar: I did!





Me: When?





Sugar: I was pointing at it before!





Me: I thought you were trying to tell me there was a thalidomide lady at the next table!





Sugar: What? Why?





Me: Because I thought I was being awkward and inappropriate again!





Sugar: You were! Your nipple was on display and then I pointed it out and you said you didn't care and just ordered more wine!





Me: I really am the definition of class.





Fluffy: You should invest in a new button.






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MON31MAR

Ebony and Ivory.








































































































































































































































































56 comments.

FRI28MAR

When hair removal goes public.





Makeup lady: So do you mind if I pluck your eyebrows a bit?




Me: No, that's...fine.




Makeup lady: (starts work) Cool.




Tour guide: (at door) Knock knock...we interrupting anything?




Makeup lady: Not at all, come on in!




Tour guide: Great.




*Enter forty ten-year-old boys in school uniform with wide eyes and awed expressions*




Tour guide: That's right, everyone in. There we go. Now, this is the ABC's makeup room. And can someone tell me what happens here?




Boy 1: People get makeup put on?




Tour guide: Correct! And can everyone see there in the chair where the lady is getting her makeup done?




Class: Yes.




Tour guide: Can someone tell me how long it might take to make up a pretty young lady like this?




*pause*




Tour guide: Anyone?




Boy 2: Two hours?



Boy 3: A year?



Tour guide: (gamely ignoring smart-arse) Two hours? What do you say to that, Tracey?




Makeup lady: Not quite. I'd say about half an hour, forty minutes.




Tour guide: Even when it's such a fine young filly like this? I would have said thirty seconds, AHAHAHAHHAHAHA.




Class: ...................




Boy 1: Makeup is stupid, anyway.




Boy 2: Yeah. And girls are ugly.




Class: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA.





*long pause*




Boy 1: What's she doing to that lady's eyebrows?




Tour guide: (bright) Right! Who wants to go and look at the Playschool studio?





Class: YAAAY!

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