the celebs are, aren't they.
Why only late last year walking down my neighbourhood's main strip did I see a dress shop's promotional sale sign that read 'Let's dance' . Consider my feeling of great untowardness when 5 seconds later I passed a pedestrian (not as painful as it sounds) wearing a t-shirt stating 'David Bowie'. Cowinkydink or portent.....
It makes you wonder that if DEATH could happen to THEM well what hope have you got?!! It's as if your own personal death is inevitable! I mean how'd you be?! Let's face it, either dead or alive.
Outpour your grief now.
Some tweet, some status update, some instagram a photo of their cock or favourite strap on to nearest and dearest or the world - grief affects everyone differently. I myself personally prefer to attach a nice little bouquet to the mansions' fence with a brief note, 'How much longer? Remember to breathe : ) '
Saturday, 5 April 2014
the celebs are, aren't they.
Saturday, 8 March 2014
Thoughts on primary school teachers
1971 - Mrs Trevitt - nice old lady who I used to visit and bestow presents that I'd made; hideous creations consisting of empty chocolate boxes decorated with empty patty cake holders. She was very gracious and just let me prattle on.
1972 - Mrs Halliday - jolly and plump, so super nice. and such a talented teacher. She wore this delicious spearmint coloured skirt suit - years later would stop my mother and younger sister at the checkout at Franklins to ask after me - loved me as I loved her.
1973 - Mrs Reynolds - a bit stern and cranky but i made her happy.
1974 - Miss Watkins - very low cut tops and happy, active breasts, very strong sickly perfume and was once a bit mean to another student so I was almost reserved with her.
1974 Mrs Melvaine - for craft mornings and a wonderful librarian whose name I can't remember (sorry) - sensational
Moved house, new catchment area so new public school
1975 - Miss Berwick, Larry Lamb and Mr Carlisle. Larry Lamb was a war veteran who relieved Miss Berwick while she was on long service leave. He made us march around the oval singing John Brown's body.. BO Berwick kept me back after school, generally once a week because I didn't hold my pen correctly and my modern cursive corrective was so abysmal. " I had to keep your brother back after school too", she relished saying each time. Mr Carlisle took us for mathematics and caned my legs.
1976 - Miss March - wore a very mean pair of gaberdines - oh so tight.
1977 - Mrs Warden - had just emigrated from New Zealand. Outwardly severe but really rather gentle and kind and very professional.
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Thursday, 15 August 2013
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Thursday, 21 February 2013
Matt Preston called didn't you get the memo it's official he wants his cravate back. I've run out of star of anise - first world problem. Those and some other prime turns of phrase have been my passport to social media networking success and glory the past few years.
Sure I usually get them mixed up, use dated references and make no sense, but that appears brilliantly subversive in cyberspace ( yet no need to seek asylum. When I do I will seek refuge chez Honorary Consul for Principality of Monaco, Lady Mary Fairfax at Fairwater, if she's still alive, would be downright vulgar otherwise. Can't wait to stage self-important press conferences from the funicular to the marina or the Fairwater rooftop. ).Why in October my tweets made Q&A two weeks running. We had cake for morning AND afternoon tea two consecutive Tuesdays at work. Life really could not have been better.
The power of tweet is a curious thing (oh step off Huey, just build a bridge and get me over it} but sometimes it just does not work. Hey, no need to elaborate, dude, we've all been there.
This year I really want to get my head around the symbols, you know the winky eyes and poking out of tongues, and possibly find a replacement for "dude", it's very passe, perhaps "man" is back. Brian always told me that it was good to have goals but perhaps I'm over extending.
Sidebar*. Christ tonight's episode of Catalyst is noisy. Science has got all jackass/wacky spruikers delight. well then again Julius Sumner Miller was very noisy too.
*I first heard someone utter this term in a management meeting quite a few years ago and was awe inspired, dude must have a blog I mused in wonder, between thoughts of hurtling myself out the Boardroom window.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
I think that it was Huey Lewis
or perhaps Lou Reed who said it's hip to be square.
In fact, it was what Lew Reed said to Huey Louis one night at the Factory for yes, I was there (slumped on an alcan foil covered beanbag (my creation) about to pass out from too many luudes , nevertheless, there.)
The speed freaks and drag queens were out in force, Andy had had a quarter of a tab of a diet pill or perhaps it was a quart of Tab, and Nico was flat on her back doing those crazy bicycle calisthenics (spookily portentous, not to mention lewd or is that loued) to the accompaniment of strobe, natch, so much goddamn strobe. Needless to say Huey Lewis felt really out of sorts and insecure and said as much to Louballsage (as Stirling and I had affectionately dubbed him).
It took another 15 years for Huey Lewis to have the courage to put Lou's maxim to music. I said to him, "Huey, dude, Lou's been ripping off cats for years, don't worry, it's the honky rockers' way." Unfortunately several years later I uttered similar words of encouragement to the Men at Work.
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Oh I know, everyone does with the new year and whatnot, so
hardly un titre originale. However I really wish the Woolworth chain would.
Oh really I do.
Oh enough of my celebrity tittle tattle, but I know it does impress you.
I'll get to the point of this post, tomorrow. I've run out of desk calendar quotes, you see.
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Monday, 21 May 2012
Friday, 27 April 2012
The new STA buses, or
perhaps there is only one which I am fortunate to catch most mornings to work,
feature the most fabulously fat round STOP buttons that you press when you want to
admonish the bus driver, dob in a fellow passenger, or even alight from Mr Jiggly Jiggly.
These buttons are the size and shape of
yo-yos and are tomato sauce red with a yellow trim and I think S T O P is
written in white on a red background. Very soothing and highly effective. Nifty, what.
When I have not been admiring these buttons, caressing them with my digits, occasionally with my tongue; they do also resemble a lollypop/Wimpy burger, my focus in transit has been distracted by private transport, the rear windows and bumpers of cars, usually some form of four wheel drive.. It would seem that The Baby on Board, Mum’s Taxi, Warning Nervy B Driver signs and stickers have been replaced, in fact, trumped by adhesive adornments that are even more nauseatingly self-congratulatory. Yes, I’ve finally noticed the “My family” stick figures stickers.
Oh the cult of the human and its tragic quest for further limelight hoggery, indivduality and validation. How much do these people and their faaaaamlies need?! A rebate for lack of awesomeness and being insufficiently surreal, I guess. Get a blog for cock's sake, that is what my bumper sticker sez. Incidentally, i've twice seen the word J E S U S in big spaced out letters plastered across a car's rear windscreen. I'm not sure if it is in honour of that crazy, delusional prophet (possibly sane compared to Apostle Paul) or if it's just a means of communicating vexation with one's quotidian when in jaloppy.
Did you know that you could fit the entire Queensland ALP opposition in a station wagon or mini bus? And if there is a ruction, well, crumbs, five of them could squeeze into my modest little hatchback and the other two on a motorcycle and sidecar. Stylish but a rum state of affairs.
Thursday, 26 April 2012
I have just spent the past ten minutes searching the office
kitchen shelves and cupboards for my coffee cup. While I was not quite having
the usual yelping nervy b as when looking for keys, tops and shoes - I am in public bel mode, after all, I was rather puzzled, not to mention choked
from supressing nervy b yelps and groans. Imagine my surprise , get set for wawawaaaaaa sound effect when I found
cup (don’t worry it doesn’t have “you don’t have to be made to work here but it
helps..” written on it (cup is not THAT big) on my desk concealed by briefing
papers that were vertically propped against cup.
In other news: Seal and Delta?!! Leanne Edelsten and Clive James?!! Luvvies and me. Who said the naughties were over?!? and one more for effect, ooh, ah, ! yeah
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Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Who are these needy people?! Why have they no sense of proivacy, prickliness or prudishness?! Granted there is NO NEED to ask who the uptight person/people is/are (oh the conjugational bliss of such an inclusive exclamation)! I just cannot understand or abide it. This was too long for twitter.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Have you ever recruited one? Have you ever wanted to be one? Foolish questions I know. After all it’s the desire of any sentient being in this the 21st century and in the top ten of your bucket list - that's a given. In the 1980's, however, the concept was off the wall.
Those who know the mistress, and you sweet little poppets who read this blog, are aware that she has had a checkered career (more technicolour than black and white but nevertheless CHECK-ERRED). Therefore it will come as no surprise to learn that the mistress was one of the world’s first life coaches. However in the olden days, the early 1980's to be precise, I was known as a motivator, the motivator once my powers of persuasive encouragement (not manipulation I swear) became renowned. (These days we say “went viral” – couldn’t say it back then because of the herpes and whatnot but nowadays having herpes is a vadge of honour going by the personal blogs on the Fairfax Press webpage; looking forward to Gina Rinehart's take).
Truth be told my success as a motivator/life coach was courtesy of Brian. You might recall Brian, my old friend the autodidact-come-municipal council librarian; I used to talk about him during the early throes of my love affair with the blogosphere. Brian and I have been feuding, i.e. not talking, for the past 2-3 years. Needless to say our capers in coventry have caused our mutual friends much awkwardness at self-actualisation workshops, parties, wakes and the like. Regardless, we are never to be reconciled. What happened between us I cannot divulge. All I can say is what happens in the Shire stays in the Shire.
Still credit where credit’s due has always been the Mistress’s motto and it’s thanks to Brian that I met Rick at a pyramid wealth seminar.
Rick was an amazing motivational speaker and a masterful TAFE teacher. I enrolled in his TAFE Motivator Course – “Choose Life”, and yes, Rick was bitter about the boys from Wham an' all but he let it go and props to him, I say. One day I’ll do his Saturday CBT sessions and rid myself of this cockin’ hairshirt but not quite yet for I’ve become accustomed to its weight.
Choose Life was a sensational course and Rick empowered me with the confidence to set forth and track down some apathetic souls and get ‘em going. My first port of call was a Rock against Work lunchtime gig....
Monday, 2 January 2012
This morning's All things considered program featured the Lake Superior State University 2012 list of words and phrases to be banished from English due to "overuse, misuse and general uselessness" (or is that Jerri Blank's description of her life on the streets?).
Here is a list of words and phrases that have been causing hornet rose here to tut, rick her neck or fume when eavesdropping, listening to the wireless or watching the television.
period of time
at the end of the day
it is what it is
awesome (or perhaps that is now extinct, well, only used by French nationals during facebook frenzy updates. Here's hoping).