23 August 2008

Morons R Us

The Official Moron Registry allows you to let the world know about the moron in your life. Here, some morons of note.

Bodes, Patricia - She doesn't know how to be a real parent. She is not the brightest color in the box of crayons. She is as dumb as a box of rocks.
Cairo, Kelly - Chooses to play billiards instead of spending time with his girlfriend who had slaved over the stove cooking dinner for hours.
Davis, Missy - She goes around singing Jojo and Wiggles and she doesn’t even have any children.
Goff, Dwight - This guy has about 10 kids (several different moms), he doesn't take responsibility for any of them, he is too self involved with his drugs & cigarettes to care about anyone including his own mother.
Greaux, Phillip - Phillip, for the love of god, dump that worthless chick, then we'll take you off of this list.
Lippy, Sarah - Sarah has a hilarious habit of pissing her pants when she drinks. Plastic sheets please.
Nickisher, Chris - Everything he touches turns to shit. He's hot, gay and lives at home with his mommy. He's 28.
Parshall, Scott - A moron for viewing women in swim suits when we work at a Catholic organization.
Tefney, Howard - Howard is the guy who sits near me at work. What a frickin moron loser.
Xiong, Zing - Yes, his name is really pronounced Zing Zong. Zing this, you stupid bastard.
Yamamoto, Karen - Stop trying to sound smart all the time. We're all sick of it – the whole school. You bitch.

21 August 2008

Cutest. Animal. Ever.


The momonga (Pteromys momonga), a flying squirrel that lives in Japan.

Super-kuwaii!

20 August 2008

19 August 2008

Rise and fry

If the buzzing and beeping of an ordinary alarm clock won't entice you to rouse from your slumber, perhaps the irresistible smell of sizzling bacon will.
The Wake 'n' Bacon alarm clock switches itself on 10 minutes before you want to wake up and cooks some bacon in its internal tray.
It makes the morning so much easier.

18 August 2008

Lumoava Suomi!

Every time I watch a DVD, I always sit through those endless copyright warnings in different languages wondering who on earth the one headed "Suomi" is for.

It turns out it’s for Finns. They call Finland Suomi, and their language is also called Suomi.

From Enchanting Finland: legends, feelings, experiences comes this list of the top 10 things that make a Finn happy. Number 6 is odd, but I know what they mean.

Finnish feel-good factors
1. A home of one's own
2. Sunny weather
3. An honest relationship
4. A trusting relationship
5. The freedom to be oneself
6. A freshly cleaned home
7. Friendship, gestures/words in a relationship
8. Friendship, actions in a relationship
9. Fidelity in a relationship
10. Security in a relationship

For some reason, the tango is huge in Finland. (There is an article which casts a little light on the subject here.) In fact, it’s so popular that in 1997 the Finnish Post Corporation issued a stamp celebrating the Finns’ love of the tango.

There's also a huge, week-long Tango Festival held every year in Seinäjoki called Tangomarkkinat, where the Tango King and Queen are crowned.

Here are the reigning Tango Queen and King, Johanna Pakonen and Mikko Kilkkinen. 



Aren't they sweet?

17 August 2008

Unfamous last words

The Texas Department of Criminal Justice has a website dedicated to its executions, including a database of final statements. Here are some highlights.

Leon Dorsey, executed 12 August 2008
“See you when you get there. Do what you’re gonna do.”

Patrick Bryan Knight, executed 26 June 2007
“I am not Patrick Bryan Knight, and ya'll can't stop this execution now. Melyssa, take care of that little monster for me.”

James Clark, executed 11 April 2007
“Uh, I don't know, um, I don't know what to say. I didn't know anybody was there. Howdy.”

Shannon Charles Thomas, executed 16 November 2005
“Man, I am nervous. Sometimes you don't know what to say.”

Douglas Roberts, executed 20 April 2005
“I've been hanging around this popsicle stand way too long. When I die, bury me deep, lay two speakers at my feet, put some headphones on my head and rock and roll me when I'm dead.”

William Chappell, executed 20 November 2002
“Jane, you know damn well I did not molest that kid of yours. I really don't know what else to tell you.”

Monty Delk, executed 28 February 2002
“Get your Warden off this gurney and shut up. I am from the island of Barbados. I am the Warden of this unit. People are seeing you do this.”

Brian Roberson, executed 9 August 2000
"Y'all can kiss my black ass."

16 August 2008

Happy finish

Aveda stoops to conquer with this poorly named product.

15 August 2008

This monkey pants

Finally, something on eBay I actually need.

"It's offered to your attention the 'space pants' for macaque small monkey to wear it during the experimental space flight. This pants has been used for animals (monkeys) experiments in 1950s & 1960s in the USSR Institute of Biomedical Problems (IMBP, Moscow). This monkey's 'space pants' are designed with many clasps to fit bigger or smaller monkey."

I must write to the USSR Institute of Biomedical Problems to see if they have any more. This pants is hot.

10 August 2008

Life. Be in it. v2.0

Without any apparent irony, the commercial television association Free TV Australia is running community service announcements telling us to “live life”.

This message is being hammered home in almost every ad break by sportbots like Grant Hackett and Giann Rooney.

Hackett is a particularly inappropriate choice to be telling anyone how to live. In the past year he has only seen his parents once and his wife for 35 days. 

He has no social life outside of grabbing lunch with of his training partners. He gets up at 6am and swims 14km, broken by 30-second breaks to shovel in some protein and a two-hour nap in the middle of the day. 

If he’s not in the pool he’s in the gym or in physiotherapy, and in bed by 7pm to recover from it all. He does this for weeks on end in a single-minded quest to win a swimming competition.

It’s hardly living, is it?

09 August 2008

"I'm just coming into the stadium now."

I slept through the Olympics opening ceremony -- actually, it put me to sleep -- but I saw highlights this morning.


The Australian team looked good in their shiny blue jackets and silver caps, but did they all have to be chatting away on mobiles as they came in to the stadium? It looked like they had somewhere else to be.

06 August 2008

警警 and 察察

Meet Jingjing and Chacha, the adorable mascots of the Internet Surveillance Division of the Public Security Bureau of the People’s Republic of China. In other words, the internet police.

The bureau employs more than 30,000 people to monitor the internet, ensuring that anything to do with the Falun Gong, police brutality, the 1989 protests in Tiananmen Square, freedom of speech, democracy, unregulated social or political commentary, Taiwanese independence, the Dalai Lama and the International Tibet Independence movement never appears on Chinese computer screens.

Its director says, “We published the image of internet police in the form of a cartoon to let all internet users know that the Internet is not a place beyond of law and that the internet police will maintain order in all online behavior."

05 August 2008

Flirty dewy petaly floralcy

I love the press releases for fragrances. They try so very hard. Here are some highlights from a six-page press release for an upcoming Mariah Carey fragrance.

Endowed with the gift to bring her art to life, with heart-stirring music and lyrics to alluring fragrance, Mariah unveils a heavenly side of herself with the launch of her newest fragrance, Mariah Carey’s Luscious Pink.

This brand is a bright and sparkling interpretation, with petaly floralcy and delicate sensuality.

The inspiration for this fragrance is Mariah's voice and impressive range.

Her crystalline high notes are translated in the fragrance by luminous accents of a sheer, flirty blend of Sicilian Bergamot, crisp Ocean Breeze Accord and sparkling Bellini Accord, reminiscent of a glorious day in Capri, Mariah’s favorite destination.

The floral heart depicts the rich quality in the heart of Mariah’s voice. Inviting and alluring, the soft essence of Pink Peony is captured in the delicate heart of the fragrance. Wrapped in its beauty, dewy Tiare Petals and Lily of the Valley, create a beautiful blend that embodies Mariah’s flirty feminine aura.

A rich blend of bright blond woods and creamy sandalwood create a unique combination of Sun-Kissed Woods. Wrapped in sultry White Musk, the base reveals sensual warmth and long-lasting depth, reminiscent of Mariah’s magical voice.

We wanted to create a floral melody that is as enveloping as Mariah's voice.


I can't wait for the fragrance inspired by Glitter.

31 July 2008

Nord e Sud

A wonderous dinner last night at the Park Hyatt, with a menu designed by Giovanni Pilu, from Sardinia, and Alessandro Pavoni, from Brescia. The two brought elements of their local cuisines – the mountains and the seas – together for a memorable meal. Here’s the menu with matched wines.

Thinly sliced swordfish served raw with grapefruit and Sardinian bottarga with capers
2006 Sella and Mosca ‘Monteoro’ Vermentini di Gallura

Braised organic snails and spinach on soft buckwheat polenta
2007 Castello di Luzzano ‘Carlino’ Bonarda Oltrepo Rosso

Black marron and white tomato water risotto
2007 Castello di Luzzano ‘Tasto di Seta’ Mavasia Colli Piacentini

Oven roasted suckling pig with scented apple sauce and rosemary potatoes
2006 Contini ‘Tonaghe’ Cannonau di Sardegna

Chestnut and amedei chocolate tortini and cream catalana
2004 Argiolas ‘Angialis’ Nasco di Cagliari

27 July 2008

Loveable losers: Sydney’s “double A list” are just LA’s leftovers

You can tell how quiet Sydney becomes in winter when the local gossip hacks are forced to lead with claptrap about nobodies.

Witness, for instance, Ros Reine’s column in today's Sunday Telegraph. It leads with the utterly banal story of a former prime minister’s daughter having a go on the turntables at a Kings Cross hole-in-the-back-lane bar where nobody dances. Yawnsies!

In order to justify the relevance of this nonsense in some way, Sydney's self-proclaimed “hottest gossip columnist” (we’ll be the judge of that, thanks) bangs on about the club’s supposed "double A list" exclusivity – neglecting to mention that it's the home of the $10 beer – before giving the game away with this hilariously pretentious sentence:

[I]t has attracted quite a roll call of international celebrities, including rapper Eve, the Kardashian sisters and Lance Bass.
Let’s examine that little laundry list of supposed fabulousness, shall we?

Eve was busted for DUI last year after slamming her Maserati into the divider on Hollywood Boulevard, pleaded no contest to drink driving and ordered into an ankle bracelet and AA, so it's no wonder she has to do her drinking in back lanes.

In their native land, the Kardashian sisters are considered pointless famewhores whose main claim to fame is that one of them had her home-made porno stolen. Go Fug Yourself nails them: "no demonstrable talents aside from walking around and having boobs."

As for poor Lance "I'm gay" Bass, wasn’t he in a late-90s boy band with Justin Timberlake before failing to find anyone to pay for his trip to the International Space Station?

Not exactly a stellar lot, are they? It's a sad indictment on how desperate the hacks are – or how out of touch with reality – that they try to present leftovers as haute cuisine.

It brought to mind a phone call I received last week from an anxious-sounding PR who told me breathlessly that the products she was pushing were used by "international A-list red-carpet Hollywood celebrities." In other words, actors – people who pretend to be other people for a living.

26 July 2008

My man of the match

An excursion out to Olympic Park tonight for the Bledisloe Cup. While I had a gold Wallabies scarf hanging around my neck, I had my eyes on the very handsome Richard Kahui – an All Blacks' rookie who also happens to be a great player. For the record, Australia won 34-19.


25 July 2008

How do Oprah, Wu Yi and Angela Merkel feel about this?

And what about Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the CommonwealthDefender of the Faith?

From today's news coverage of US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice’s whirlwind visit to Perth.

The Sydney Morning Herald:

The world's most powerful woman strolled through the city's picturesque Kings Park before addressing an outdoor press conference in her last official duty as a guest of Foreign Affairs Minister Stephen Smith.
The Brisbane Times:
The world's most powerful woman, the US Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, landed in Perth last night surrounded by intense security for a whirlwind 18-hour visit.
Sky News:
As a gift from the school, she was treated to a rendition of 'What a Wonderful Day' from the school choir. "That's one of my favourite songs," the world's most powerful woman said in thanks.
The Australian:
Foreign Minister Stephen Smith hopes the world's most powerful woman will find the locals friendly and the scenery stunning when she flies into Perth tomorrow for a two-day visit.
The Times:
She may be the world’s most powerful woman, holding court with world leaders and standing centre stage on the international arena, but at heart Condoleezza Rice is just like every other woman – all she wants to do is shop.

Is it hot or crazy?

Presumptive Republican presidential nominee John McCain's campaign spokesperson's name is Tucker Bounds.

23 July 2008

Estelle Getty, 1923–2008

Oh, Estelle. For 173 episodes of this alone, thank you.

20 July 2008

Module behaviour

Which Sydney model has the stage-mother from hell? The chatter at brunch today was electric with tales of the pushy mom who’s riding roughshod over everyone in her daughter’s path towards – well, what?

Already chewing her way through agents, the model daughter had literary ambitions and engaged a writer who cooked up a concept, wrote two chapters and came up with a perfect title. Mommie Dearest was thrilled – until she found a better deal and took the whole package (complete with international rights) elsewhere. The writer’s “contract” amounted to a pittance for signing away all her rights and the threat, direct from Mommie’s lips, that if she went for anything more “we will destroy you”. Charming.

Like all great stage-mothers, Mommie is the über-agent for her charge, managing an ever-changing team of specialists in modelling, publishing, merchandising, film and PR. One of the agents, discarded for “not getting her face on TV enough” despite another agent’s instructions to “protect her from TV”, tells tales of hysterical midnight calls and threats of legal action.

One agent, still working for the model but cognizant of her own reputation, takes potential clients aside to warn them about the mother in advance.

The consensus has it that the module herself is undoubtedly pretty, but that there’s not much more than sweetly perfumed air circulating between her ears. She is also socially retarded; incapable of being engaged rather than looked at admiringly, she just stands there blankly while you talk. 

Photographers report working overtime to coax genuine-looking emotions from her and that even her natural smile looks rehearsed. One tells a story about asking her to smile, only to have her look at her mother, who demonstrated and had her expression exactly reproduced on her daughter's face.

Could the rumour be true? Mommie's suffocating presence serves the practical purpose of protecting the family secret: her gorgeous daughter, who's raking in the cash, has Asperger syndrome.

19 July 2008

Which New York socialite has the better name?

Is it Topsy Taylor . . . 
. . . or Muffie Potter Aston?

18 July 2008

As if public transport wasn't scary enough




Those devilish pranksters, Improv Everywhere, filled a subway carriage with identical twins, creating a human mirror simply to delight people or freak them out, depending on their disposition. Genius! Video and more photos from the event here.



17 July 2008

Will Nikki Webster infect me with malware?

I came across this warning while fact-checking a story.






And your brain, no doubt.



Here's what I remember about Nikki Webster: dangling from a wire at the opening ceremony of the Olympics in Sydney eight years ago; a song called "Strawberry Kisses" that could easily become Rickrolling V2.0. That's it. And she's still, against all odds, trying to become a brand. Last I heard she was working the gay clubs. Nuff said.

16 July 2008

Odd jobs

In an institution as old as the British royal household there are some positions that go back centuries, to when the monarchy actually ran the country.

Some positions no longer exist because the roles were absorbed by government. The Master of the Revels, for instance, oversaw royal festivities and, oddly, stage censorship. The Master of the Great Wardrobe ran the office that provided clothing and textiles to the royal family.

The Clerk of the Closet, a position that still exists, has nothing to do with “the Great Wardrobe”. He’s the household cleric, usually a former diocesan bishop. The pay is lousy: £7 a year.

There’s the self-explanatory Keeper of the Queen's Swans (the Queen officially owns all swans in Britain) and the Official Harpist to the Prince of Wales – a job recently resurrected by the current PoW.

The Queen has two ceremonial “bodyguards” on some state occasions called the Gold Stick and the Silver Stick; Princess Anne is one of the two Gold Sticks at the moment (because she's Colonel of the Blues and Royals, part of the Household Cavalry) and you know you wouldn't want to mess with her.

The Page of the Backstairs serves the Queen and Prince Philip’s meals if they’re eating in their apartments. He also tidies up and lets people in and out of the apartments.

The Purse Bearer carries an actual purse (a big velvet bag) which is used to carry the monarch’s speech at the opening of Parliament (it’s done by the Lord Chancellor).

The Woman of the Bedchamber has nothing to do with the real bedchamber. She’s the Queen’s most senior lady-in-waiting. Her first Woman of the Bedchamber was the gloriously named Fortune FitzRoy; the current is Diana Maxwell, Baroness Farnham.

15 July 2008

Piss off a pilgrim

Two student activists took the New South Wales Government to court today to challenge the special World Youth Day laws that allowed police to detain people or fine them $5,500 for “annoying or inconveniencing” Catholic pilgrims (first discussed in this post) – and won.

They argued that the laws, which were never discussed or debated in Parliament, were unconstitutional because they would make peaceful protest illegal.

The Full Bench of the Federal Court ruled the definition of "annoyance" was too broad and the scope of the laws was uncertain.

The students now intend to stage protests about abortion, homosexuality, contraception . . . you know the drill.

Frankly, while I admire their moxie, I don’t know how much they’ll achieve in the face of 150,000 relentlessly cheerful people who will not stop singing. Ever. They were singing clap-happy songs about Jesus on the train today – during peak hour. It was, I can assure you, extremely annoying.

Vertigo-round


The Coen brothers are channelling the spirit of Saul Bass in the poster for their new film, Burn After Reading.



By the way – quite the cast, isn't it? It opens the Venice Film Festival at the end of August, arriving in cinemas swiftly afterwards. The trailer's here.

14 July 2008

Black-collar crime

The Pope's in town and says he'll apologise for all the pedophile priests. Sorry about all the kiddy-fiddling! Happy World Youth Day, everyone!

Broken Rites is a group that helps victims of church-related sex abuse to obtain justice. Since 1993 they’ve documented thousands of cases, in particular involving the Catholic Church. Here is their list of the 107 Catholic priests and religious brothers who have been sentenced in Australian courts in recent years. The group says it’s the tip of the iceberg.

Of course, it's an international problem. The New York Archdiocese produced a comic book, "Being Friends, Being Safe, Being Catholic". On this page, an angel warns a child putting on an altar boy's cassock not to be alone with an adult while a sinister-looking priest waves from the doorway.

13 July 2008

Then why, exactly, are you here?

What is the one thing that all dreadful people on reality TV shows say to excuse their dreadfulness?

12 July 2008

Recycle your spam

Forward a piece of spam to the Spamrecycler. Its address is spam@spamrecycling.com.

It will send you back a link. Click to watch your inbox-clogging piece of crap turn into something far more interesting to look at. Here's what it made out of mine.

11 July 2008

Movie star morphing

Two excellent videos by Phillip Scott Johnson. How many faces can you name?


Men in Film


Douglas Fairbanks Sr., Rudolph Valentino, Charlie Chaplin, James Cagney, Spencer Tracy, Fredric March, Errol Flynn, Fred Astaire, Clark Gable, Laurence Olivier, Gary Cooper, Humphrey Bogart, James Stewart, Tyrone Power, Cary Grant, Henry Fonda, Robert Mitchum, John Wayne, Kirk Douglas, Gene Kelly, Burt Lancaster, William Holden, Marlon Brando, James Dean, Rock Hudson, Montgomery Clift, Anthony Quinn, Gregory Peck, Richard Burton, Jack Lemmon, Sean Connery, Sidney Poitier, Charlton Heston, Steve McQueen, Peter O'Toole, Paul Newman, Clint Eastwood, Robert Redford, Dustin Hoffman, Roy Scheider, Warren Beatty, Dennis Hopper, Al Pacino, Jack Nicholson, Robert De Niro, Gene Hackman, Jon Voight, Harrison Ford, Kevin Kline, Kevin Costner, Michael Douglas, Christopher Walken, Mel Gibson, Sean Penn, John Travolta, Antonio Banderas, Tim Robbins, Samuel L. Jackson, Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Russell Crowe, Kevin Spacey, Will Smith, Jamie Foxx, Leonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Matt Damon, George Clooney.

Women in Film


Mary Pickford, Lillian Gish, Gloria Swanson, Marlene Dietrich, Norma Shearer, Ruth Chatterton, Jean Harlow, Katharine Hepburn, Carole Lombard, Bette Davis, Greta Garbo, Barbara Stanwyck, Vivien Leigh, Greer Garson, Hedy Lamarr, Rita Hayworth, Gene Tierney, Olivia de Havilland, Ingrid Bergman, Joan Crawford, Ginger Rogers, Loretta Young, Deborah Kerr, Judy Garland, Anne Baxter, Lauren Bacall, Susan Hayward, Ava Gardner, Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, Lana Turner, Elizabeth Taylor, Kim Novak, Audrey Hepburn, Dorothy Dandridge, Shirley MacLaine, Natalie Wood, Rita Moreno, Janet Leigh, Brigitte Bardot, Sophia Loren, Ann Margret, Julie Andrews, Raquel Welch, Tuesday Weld, Jane Fonda, Julie Christie, Faye Dunaway, Catherine Deneuve, Jacqueline Bisset, Candice Bergen, Isabella Rossellini, Diane Keaton, Goldie Hawn, Meryl Streep, Susan Sarandon, Jessica Lange, Michelle Pfeiffer, Sigourney Weaver, Kathleen Turner, Holly Hunter, Jodie Foster, Angela Bassett, Demi Moore, Sharon Stone, Meg Ryan, Julia Roberts, Salma Hayek, Sandra Bullock, Julianne Moore, Diane Lane, Nicole Kidman, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Reese Witherspoon, Halle Berry.

10 July 2008

On yer bike

A bicycle by Chanel. A steal at $13,000.


07 July 2008

For all your fashion news and views

The very fabulous and fearless Patty Huntington has abandoned the shackles of mainstream media to strike out on her own. The author of, most recently, the Fully Chic blog at news.com.au has gone all indie on our ass with her very own blog, [frockwriter].

There's a great story about Patty being banned from some off-schedule New York Fashion Week shows a couple of years ago by a megalomaniac PR -- she once called herself "the Mother Teresa of the avant-garde" and dresses like this -- who Gawker described as "insane, possibly in the paste-eating way". These posters were plastered around the venue:


That's cred, people. The lady knows her business. Subscribe! Comment! Get over there!

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

There's a wonderful expression in French, l'esprit d'escalier. It means "the wit of the staircase", thinking of something brilliant you might have said during a conversation – as you're leaving.

Its origins come from leaving the drawing room of a grand 18th-century house. (The drawing room, where guests were entertained, was on the first floor – thus Upstairs, Downstairs.)

The Germans have a word for it, too, of course: Treppenwitz, "stairs wit".

I found a funny site entirely devoted to people's stories of l'esprit d'escalier here.

06 July 2008

Mind your manners, please

Having just finished reading a series of books set in the 1920s and 30s filled with details of calling cards and dressing for dinner, I’m currently obsessed with old systems of manners and etiquette. I’ve uncovered some gems, including the English Manners And Tone Of Good Society, Or Solecisms To Be Avoided by A Member of the Aristocracy (1879) and the American Mrs John M. E. W. Sherwood’s Manners and Social Usages (1887), both tomes booming with authority and low opinions of interlopers, climbers and anyone who dares to ignore their advice.

Here are two enlightening extracts from others, more than a century apart.

From Society Small Talk or What to Say and When to Say It, by A Member of the Aristocracy (1879): Dinner-table talk
Pleasant, agreeable "small talk," necessary as it is on all social occasions, is more particularly so at the most important of all social gatherings, namely, dinner parties, and it is at dinner-parties that the greatest call is made upon the social qualities of the guests, and upon their powers of making themselves agreeable.
To make pleasant easy small talk is to pave the way towards pleasant companionship, and the slightest thread is capable of being woven into a substantial fabric. A matter-of-fact conversation often commences in this wise, "We must take care not to tread upon that smart train," referring to the dress of a lady who was preceding a couple to the dining room.
"Yes, that would never do; trains are very graceful, if they are inconvenient," To which her companion might observe -
"Oh, I admire them, of course; I am only so afraid of treading upon them, and of bringing down the wrath of the fair wearer upon my devoted head. "
"Are you very unlucky in this way? And do you think a woman could not keep her temper if her gown were trodden upon?"
"Well, if you ask me really what I think about it, I should say she was a very exceptional woman if she stood such a test - but here we are; we are to sit this side."
Or - "Have you been to the French plays? I suppose you have."
"No, indeed, I have not; we thought of going one night next week, if we can get stalls."
"If you want to see a really good piece you should try and see____" and at this point of the conversation the name of the "only piece worth seeing" would be mentioned, and if the lady were endowed with tact and cleverness, she would lead her companion to give her his impressions of the piece, and of the cast; by which means she would gain a certain knowledge of the subject, while he would gain, what men most appreciate, a good listener. On such slight foundations as the foregoing, does the matter of fact, or the commonplace small talk rest. The gossipy and the polite small talk have a still flimsier raison d'être and run very much after this fashion.

From Debrett's Etiquette for Girls (2006): One-night stands
The one-night stand (ONS) is a bit like fast food: tempting but with nauseating afterthoughts. Any dark alley gropery on the way home is just not ladylike and is bound to be viewed by an audience or CCTV. Also, don't force taxi drivers to witness any indiscretions. Once home, leave him to marvel at your record collection and superior taste in wine while you do a turbo-tidy. Conceal any embarrassing exhibits if bothered by such trifles, but if it's a true ONS, is shouldn't matter. Then attend to the lighting, play some music and sit together. Slip shoes off, gently shake out hair, nibble seductively on a cocktail cherry and chuckle at his jokes. Then stop talking and smile with your best come-to-bed eyes - intimacy will surely follow.
Once you're in the bedroom, forget all about your cleanse/tone/moisturise bedtime routine, Leave make-up intact and pyjamas in their drawer.
If you're at his, the ONS is not over until the walk of shame - going home in last night's dishevelled clothes. Steel yourself for the aftermath and hold our head up high. If you wake up early, it is acceptable under the circumstance to slip out without waking him. If you are possessed of any concern for good manners, then it's imperative to leave a cute note and a good excuse, with or without your telephone number.
If at yours, offer him breakfast and, assuming you want no more of him, say that your mother is on her way round. Bear in mind, however, that concerted maturity and politeness will ultimately lessen your own shame.

05 July 2008

The Stepford munchkins

Before-and-afters from Pageant Photo Retouching, a service specialising in work for children's pageants. And they're special, all right. I'm warning you: only pop them open if you're feeling brave.





More horror here.

01 July 2008

Fashion police - for reals

New regulations came into force today for World Youth Day – a Catholic event in Sydney featuring special guest star, the Pope. (What, have they run out of kids to molest overseas?)

It’s not a “day”, either: it’s five. The new laws are in effect for all of July, even though the event itself is in the middle of the month.

There’s one that says you can’t do anything that "causes annoyance or inconvenience to participants in a World Youth Day event", including handing out condoms or wearing anti-Christian T-shirts. I guess this one’s staying in the wardrobe.

14 June 2008

OMG! IMing God

Artificial intelligence meets the confessional with amusing results as you type and a chatbot responds at iGod. I've had a couple of chats with Him and, frankly, He seems a little forgetful. Then again, being omnipotent and omnipresent, He's probably got a lot on His mind.

19 May 2008

Smock? Belt?

Here's the lovely Cate Blanchett (with a couple of hangers-on) at the screening of the new Indiana Jones film in Cannes yesterday, wearing a grey gown by Armani Prive.

And here is how the reporter from AAP/AFP described it: "Blanchett looked radiant in a purple and black smock, tightly belted at the waist to reveal her trim figure."

The moral: don't let Sunday stringers anywhere near fashion.

14 April 2008

29hr 24min 42sec

The head of the World Bank, Robert Zoellick, today appealed wealthy countries to help meet the $500m funding shortfall faced by the UN’s World Food Programme, which feeds 90 million people in over 80 countries.

The “wars” in Iraq and Afghanistan are costing American taxpayers $17m an hour. You read that right: $17 million per hour.

10 March 2008

You have been warned!


What would the penalty be?

19 February 2008

Shut up and drive

Caught a cab this morning and the driver had Alan Jones, who's now so lazy that he just reads the newspapers, on the radio. I don’t need to hear right-wing bullshit – or cab drivers' opinions about right-wing bullshit – first thing in the morning, so I put my iPod on and listened to some music.

It's a 15-minute drive, and when we got to my office, he turned around and said, aggressively, “Are you happy living like that? Isolating yourself from the world?”

My pre-caffeinated comeback: “For $1.79 a kilometre, I’ll do what I fucking like, OK?”

And I made him give me $1.10 change.

18 February 2008

Thr3e: a review, of sorts

It looked like a typical serial killer thriller. Thr3e instead of Se7en. It even started like one: a rapid-fire scene of a police psychologist running through the streets, on the phone to a spooky voice, until she discovered her brother, in a car, bound up in gaffer tape, wired to a bomb. After that, however, there was something a little, well, off about Thr3e.

First of all, where was it shot? Somewhere dreary, obviously. Vancouver could never look this dull. No, it was Warsaw, with endlessly recycled phone booths, mail boxes, hot dog carts and yellow taxis to give it that “New York” look.

I won’t go into the plot holes, which were big enough to drive a truck into. But let’s talk about how every moment of tension ended in an explosion. The brother in the VW. The protagonist’s own car. A dog in its kennel. A TV in a fridge (don’t ask). A warehouse. A bus. Actually, despite the bus blowing up with an explosion so huge it flattened everyone in the street around it, it appeared to sustain no actual damage. That’s because the explosion was CGI and they just sprayed it with soot after that point. Che-eap.

After an hour, the serial killer hadn’t killed anyone, the “twist” ending was as obvious as the acting was hammy and a priest had shown up for no apparent reason to gasbag about good and evil. What was going on? It drove me to the internet.
Thr3e, it turns out, is a film from Fox Faith, 20th Century Fox’s arm that produces Christian-themed or Christian-friendly films. Yes, Rupert Murdoch is in on god-bothering entertainment.

It was in the Horror section with good reason. It was horrible. Do not see this film. You’re very welcome.

14 February 2008

Uno is number one

His thoroughbred name is Park Me In First, but you can call him Uno. He won Best in Show at the Westminster Dog Show last night, the first time a beagle has won since 1939.

I’m very happy, because if ever I had a dog, it would be a beagle. I’ve always loved them. They’re a good size and they have exactly the temperament I like. But I think they like being in packs, because they’re pack hounds, so I’d need two or three. Perhaps when I do my seachange and/or treechange, I’ll get my own pack of beagles.

Anyway, Uno travels with his favourite stuffed frog toy and a fluffy pillow he sleeps on with a Hollywood star on it. Pampered. As he should be.

Before winning Westminster, Uno had already won 32 best in show titles, and finished 2007 as the sixth-ranked show dog in the country.

Here he is working out on his treadmill at the hotel just before the show. So committed.

12 February 2008

Naughty Goths

Because I am a dedicated a journalist, I’m reading the Plan of Management for Hyde Park. The usual bureaucratic ordinariness, until this:


Saturday and Sunday afternoons bring a lot of Goths to the War Memorial. They hassle the Salvation Army Band.

Now I have to wander up there to check it out. I’ll take photos.

11 February 2008

Amuse bouche: just say non

Salmon Belly Tartare, Fennel Seed and Pine Nut Croccante, Preserved Lemon and Honey Gelee, Fennel Syrup.

It was the size of a five-cent piece and looked as though the plate hadn't been washed properly.

Could we not, please?

10 February 2008

Anonymous delivers


“For its part, Scientology is seemingly powerless to stop this underground warfare because members of Anonymous could be anyone.”
— reporter Bryan Seymour, Today Tonight

The /b/ thread that led to today's anti-Scientology actions is archived here.

09 February 2008

Quod erat demonstrandum

Ever wanted to get inside a saxophonist’s mouth? For some reason, researchers at the University of NSW did.

"It's wet in the mouth and the acoustic conditions in there are really variable, and it gets really loud in there during playing," acoustician Jer-Ming Chen he explains.

No shit, Sherlock.

Today’s issue of Science has the results of their research: experienced saxophonists are better players of the saxophone.

08 February 2008

“How may I torture you today?”

When is torture not torture? When it’s American, of course.

Only the masters of doublespeak could come up with the term “Enhanced Interrogation Techniques” to cover waterboarding, standing shackled to a bolt for 40 hours, withholding pain medication for bullet wounds or being kept in a freezing cell and regularly doused in cold water.

Not illegal enough for you? Try the “acts of cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment” the US likes to use at Guantanamo Bay: 20-hour-a-day questioning for 48 out of 54 days, blasting prisoners with strobe lights and ear-splitting rock music, menacing them with snarling dogs, threatening to hurt their mothers, and humiliations such as stripping them naked in front of women, or holding them down while a female interrogator straddles them and whispers that their comrades have been killed.

President Bush will veto any attempt to outlaw the practices, effectively sanctioning American torture. Mark up another one for George Jr's legacy.

07 February 2008

Digital sajada


Losing count during the Salaah? Then you need US Patent No. 6783822: the Muslim Prayer Counter Rug. Every time your forehead touches the switch (14), it displays on the counter (26). Clever!

06 February 2008

The Queen’s small talk

I don’t know how she does it.

I was watching a documentary about the Queen. She was in Estonia, of all places, and was being introduced to 200 people at a reception. The British Ambassador to Estonia was flapping around – “This gentlemen is the inventor of the philharmonic chamber choir; this lady provides foreign policy advice to the prime minister” – and there she was, making small talk with each and every one of them. She had 45 minutes, which works out at 13 seconds per person.

It was getting close to dinner time and someone had to switch her off because, apparently, until someone intervenes, she will just go on meeting, greeting and thinking up questions. It’s done quite simply: “Your Majesty, the time has come.” She just stops, turns and walks away.

Of course, she’s been doing it at Buckingham Palace day in, day out, for more than 55 years. Endless diplomats, clergy and heads of state. The president of Ghana, the retiring Dean of St Paul’s, members of the Royal Welsh, ancient charity workers.

As a result, she has a ton of boilerplate patter in case someone clams up.
– Is this your first visit? Is it like what you thought it would be like?
– Was it difficult for you to travel here?
– Really? How marvellous!
– Comes around terribly quickly, doesn’t it?

And on and on and on.

When she’s over it, she presses a discreet buzzer in the arm of her chair. Two giant doors are suddenly flung open and, while her astonished guests have their heads turned, she just stands up. Audience over.

I also learned that she drinks gin and Dubonnet, 30/70, with a de-pipped slice of lemon under two ice cubes. At parties, all she has to do is spin around and someone will be standing there with a single glass, etched with “ER”, on a tray. Maybe that’s her real secret.

05 February 2008

Jewelled palaces

Another dreary wet night in Sydney last night but relieved by a very pleasant outing to the State Theatre. The Taj Hotels screened a dreamy travelogue about four of their most opulent properties followed by cocktails.

I met three members of Indian Royal families, all with glorious names. They are, left to right, Prince Rajkumar Vijit Singh from the Royal Family of Jaipur, Princess Bhargavi Kumari Mewar and Prince Rajkumar Lakshyaraj Singh Mewar from the Royal Family of Udaipur.

Prince Rajkumar’s family calls this palace, floating in the middle of a lake, its summer home. Sweet.

04 February 2008

All hail Mega-Dik

A new champion has been crowned in the spam wars: the botnet Mega-Dik, used solely to push penis-enlargement products, has taken over from the Storm botnet as the most prolific sender of spam.

Mega-Dik now accounts for 32% of all spam – about 3 billion messages per day – and is growing its army of zombie computers thanks to increasing high broadband penetration and low antivirus protection in Asia and North America.

Seventy percent of all spam is now coming from just five botnets: Mega-D, Pushdo, HTML, One Word Sub and Storm. The average inbox received 4,351 junk emails in 2007.

03 February 2008

Kon. Ich. Ee. Wa.


Andy Warhol demonstrates his mastery of the Japanese language in this ad for TDK from 1982.

02 February 2008

Another suburban coke addict


"Cocaine, darling! I'm totally off my face! That's why I let you touch me. By the way, who are you?"

01 February 2008

Making Sensorama

I’m obsessed with Morton Heilig lately. He’s called “the father of virtual reality” with good reason.

When TV sucked the life out of the cinema in the 1950s, the cinema fought back with gimmicks like Cinerama, 3-D and Smell-O-Vision. Heilig, who was working as a Hollywood cinematographer, wanted to take the illusion of cinematic immersion one step further.

His Sensorama machine, patented in 1962, was a hot-bed of cutting-edge technology. The experience was essentially riding a motorbike through the streets, complete with stereo images (for which he invented a new camera and projector) and sound, smells (wafts of hibiscus and jasmine), bumps and shakes through the seat and handlebars and the wind in your hair. All senses covered.

Great idea but, as he said himself, “Sensorama may have been too revolutionary for its time.” It was a commercial flop.

That didn't deter him, however. In 1969 he patented the Experience Theatre, a version of the Sensorama for a larger audience. It was a theatre with a large semi-spherical screen showing 3D motion pictures, with peripheral imagery, directional sounds, scents, wind, temperature variations and body tilting in the seat. The audience was seated in the focus point in arena seating. It didn't take off either, but the Walt Disney Company soon patented a similar system, called Thrillerama.