Just kidding...as if I'd unveil the real options before time...you'll just have to wait.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Time for a new look?
It's definitely time for a new look...I am in the process of finding a new hairdresser (since mine moved OVERSEAS!!!!!) to execute my new fabulousness. Thought I'd do some research before I make an appointment....what do you think of these possibilities?
Just kidding...as if I'd unveil the real options before time...you'll just have to wait.
Just kidding...as if I'd unveil the real options before time...you'll just have to wait.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
It works!
After a good year of a computer that had its hard disk sitting beside it, more or less covered in band-aids after a near-fatal illness, and needing a loving massage from time to time to actually function, we have a new one! Yay!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Closure...
This is a special request for our beloved French branch...are you actually closing the french offices and hence finalising things on the corporate blog? I notice it's last post is about a certain cycling trip through Europe......
Purging my demons
Boss has very practical hands – thick, muscular and pale. Quite oddly, she also has very long scooped yellowed nails that gross me out whenever she’s pointing out a figure in a document or what have you. Today in our morning meeting, being perhaps slightly more fragile than usual, I found myself almost retching at the spectacle of her dipping the entire length of her index finger through the foam of her cappuccino, engulfing the whole appendage right up to the knuckle, in her mouth and slurping it off with a smack of her chops. Over and over again. About 2 feet away from my face.
Was pretty sure you all wanted to hear that.
Was pretty sure you all wanted to hear that.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Vale Charles "Bud" Tingwell 1923-2009
I don't care what anyone says, his work in Charlie the Wonder Dog with the Pissweak Kids was his best.
SFF 09 Baby - Welcome to the other side
Nick Festival Path
Wednesday 3rd June
7.30pm State - Opening Night Gala – Looking For Eric "Kate"
Thursday 4th June
6.00pm GU8 - Soul Power
9.15pm State - The Private Lives of Pippa Lee
Friday 5th June
6.30pm State - Disgrace "Renae"
9.25pm - In the Loop "Renae"
Saturday 6th June
12.00pm GU8 - Agony and the Ecstasy of Phil Spector "Matt"
2.00pm GU8 – A Good Man
4.05pm GU8 – Valentino: The Last Emperor - "Jenny"
7.00pm DOQ - $9.99 "Sarah"
9.20 State – 500 Days of Summer "Sarah"
Sunday 7th June
12.00pm GU8 - Food Inc "Suzy"
2.10pm GU9 – Yes Madam, Sir "Sarah"
6.10pm GU9 – Van Diemen’s Land "Sarah"
8.15pm GU8 – Jay
Monday 8th June
12.00pm GU8 – Sunshine Barry & the Disco Worm
2.00pm State – The Missing Person "Sarah"
6.45pm GU9 – Cedar Boys "Renae"
9.15pm State – Liza with a Z "Renae"
Tuesday 9th June
10.00am State – Paper Soldier
12.15pm DOQ – Oblivion
2.20pm DOQ - Burma VJ "Sarah"
Wednesday
2.05pm DOQ - The Queen and I
6.30pm GU 1 – Coraline "Suzy"
Thursday 11 June
6.15pm GU8 - We Live in Public
9.15pm State – The September Issue "Jenny"
Friday 12th June
2.30pm State – The Moon at the Bottom of the Well
4.30pm GU8 – Rough Aunties
7.15pm State – The Girl Friend Experience "Renae"
Sat 13th June
2.55pm State - Accidents Happen "Suzy"
9.30pm State - Cold Souls "Sarah"
Sunday 14th June
12.00pm State - Roman Polanski, Wanted and Desired
2.15pm State – Che Part 1
4.45pm State – Che Part 2
7.30pm State – Closing Night - An Education
I'm planning to get 2 tix to each of the above so would love some company, so grab the guide today have a look, first in gets to be my hot date otherwise support the festival and buy a flexi pass and immerse your self in this Sydney Gem
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Why I love Annabel
Stolen from SMH
Group sex and 'bunning': it's all Greek to me
Annabel Crabb
May 14, 2009 - 1:48PM
"Am I missing something?" I thought to myself early in the week, as the Matthew Johns controversy thundered on with a life of its own, and yet it seemed that Johns would press on at The Footy Show.
I mean, no one wants to be judgemental, or anything.
And I'd hate to be thought a fuddy-duddy.
But you don't have to be especially judgmental, do you, to harbour some reservations about someone who is unfazed about being joined, at the business end of a date, by nine or 10 workmates with their pants off?
Aberrant behaviour can be survivable.
The West Australian Government boasts as Treasurer a man who is famous for theatrically sniffing the freshly vacated seat of a female staff member.
Hell, a search engine and 15 keystrokes (K-E-V-I-N-R-U-D-D-E-A-R-W-A-X) are all it takes to summon a visual reminder of the weird stuff our Prime Minister gets into when he thinks no one is looking.
But this is a bit different. A lot different. Eleven guys lining up in front of a 19-year-old is a lot different.
"I left the room. I only went back in to check that everything was OK," Johns said on Wednesday night, halfway through the Nine Network's half-hour torture of Johns and his wife, an interview so intensely voyeuristic that, after 20 minutes or so, you felt about as bad as if you'd been in the room yourself.
Went back in to check that everything was OK?
OK in an "all my mates having orderly sex with the girl I brought back to my room" sort of way?
One of the things that's most baffling about this whole affair is the extent to which a small part of the population apparently considers this sort of stuff unsurprising.
And hats off to David Gallop, by the way, whose stubbornly, insistently normal responses to this behaviour provide an island of sanity.
The closest thing I've heard to a justification is that it's some sort of complicated team building exercise.
Perhaps that's true, although if it was team building, it's obviously failed, seeing that at least half a dozen unnamed blokes from the room that night seem fairly happy for Johns to take the rap - to a devastating extent - for everything they did.
Where are those guys?
Where's that famous team spirit?
But surely somebody, at some point, needs to cut through the forgiving fug of psychoanalysis and evaluate this quaint league tradition (apparently it's called "bunning", a new word for most of us) for what it is.
Strip away the fame and the adulation and all the trappings.
Strip away the girl, even, and ask the obvious question.
Which is: Why would a group of blokes come together, as if drawn by some invisible gravitational force, and gather in a room to masturbate with each other?
What do we ordinarily call that behaviour?
Much criticism has been made that the players who engage in "bunning" are exploiting these girls for bestial sexual purposes.
I don't know.
Those girls are being used all right, but I reckon they're being used as beards to disguise the otherwise perfectly obvious, screaming queerness of what's going on.
Come on. Are you kidding?
Let's say it out loud: it's the gayest thing ever.
And these are the same blokes who can't wait to climb into dresses for stunts on The Footy Show. Don't think we're not putting two and two together.
So come on, chaps.
If you want to get together and celebrate your oiled, toned bodies in the celebrated Greek tradition, then go ahead.
Just leave the ladies out of it, will you, and do us all a favour?
Group sex and 'bunning': it's all Greek to me
Annabel Crabb
May 14, 2009 - 1:48PM
"Am I missing something?" I thought to myself early in the week, as the Matthew Johns controversy thundered on with a life of its own, and yet it seemed that Johns would press on at The Footy Show.
I mean, no one wants to be judgemental, or anything.
And I'd hate to be thought a fuddy-duddy.
But you don't have to be especially judgmental, do you, to harbour some reservations about someone who is unfazed about being joined, at the business end of a date, by nine or 10 workmates with their pants off?
Aberrant behaviour can be survivable.
The West Australian Government boasts as Treasurer a man who is famous for theatrically sniffing the freshly vacated seat of a female staff member.
Hell, a search engine and 15 keystrokes (K-E-V-I-N-R-U-D-D-E-A-R-W-A-X) are all it takes to summon a visual reminder of the weird stuff our Prime Minister gets into when he thinks no one is looking.
But this is a bit different. A lot different. Eleven guys lining up in front of a 19-year-old is a lot different.
"I left the room. I only went back in to check that everything was OK," Johns said on Wednesday night, halfway through the Nine Network's half-hour torture of Johns and his wife, an interview so intensely voyeuristic that, after 20 minutes or so, you felt about as bad as if you'd been in the room yourself.
Went back in to check that everything was OK?
OK in an "all my mates having orderly sex with the girl I brought back to my room" sort of way?
One of the things that's most baffling about this whole affair is the extent to which a small part of the population apparently considers this sort of stuff unsurprising.
And hats off to David Gallop, by the way, whose stubbornly, insistently normal responses to this behaviour provide an island of sanity.
The closest thing I've heard to a justification is that it's some sort of complicated team building exercise.
Perhaps that's true, although if it was team building, it's obviously failed, seeing that at least half a dozen unnamed blokes from the room that night seem fairly happy for Johns to take the rap - to a devastating extent - for everything they did.
Where are those guys?
Where's that famous team spirit?
But surely somebody, at some point, needs to cut through the forgiving fug of psychoanalysis and evaluate this quaint league tradition (apparently it's called "bunning", a new word for most of us) for what it is.
Strip away the fame and the adulation and all the trappings.
Strip away the girl, even, and ask the obvious question.
Which is: Why would a group of blokes come together, as if drawn by some invisible gravitational force, and gather in a room to masturbate with each other?
What do we ordinarily call that behaviour?
Much criticism has been made that the players who engage in "bunning" are exploiting these girls for bestial sexual purposes.
I don't know.
Those girls are being used all right, but I reckon they're being used as beards to disguise the otherwise perfectly obvious, screaming queerness of what's going on.
Come on. Are you kidding?
Let's say it out loud: it's the gayest thing ever.
And these are the same blokes who can't wait to climb into dresses for stunts on The Footy Show. Don't think we're not putting two and two together.
So come on, chaps.
If you want to get together and celebrate your oiled, toned bodies in the celebrated Greek tradition, then go ahead.
Just leave the ladies out of it, will you, and do us all a favour?
Friday, May 08, 2009
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