I'm drowning in other people's "Best of 2008" lists, so I'm not going to add to the pile. Instead, just one lovely thing from 2008 that still makes me laugh every time I see it.
The shiny guy does always worry.
See you next year!
31 December 2008
30 December 2008
29 December 2008
If a tree falls in a forest and no Aussies are around to hear it, does it make a sound?
I woke up this morning, as I have so many, many mornings of my life, to news of conflict in the Middle East. Today it’s the second day of Israeli air attacks in the Gaza Strip, with a ground attack looking highly likely.
The prospect of yet another war there, even after almost 600 years of conflict, should be news in itself.
Why, then, does the story have to be run on our local news – Seven’s Sunrise, to be exact – like this: “Trouble in the Middle East has flared again and Aussies are caught up in it.”
It reminds me of the way disasters are always reported: 370 people died in the plane crash but no Aussies were on board.
If Aussies aren’t involved, can it still be considered legitimate news?
Update: the "Aussies caught up in it" turned out to be one Australian woman who works with a humanitarian organisation in the Gaza Strip. It's her job to get caught up in it.
28 December 2008
I know who should play Karen
I can't believe that Mamma Mia! was a hit musical and a hit movie-of-the-musical while the only decent thing anyone ever made about the Carpenters, Todd Haynes' all-Barbie Superstar, was banned.
A Carpenters' jukebox musical, which will artlessly be called Close To You (although Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft would be pretty good), can only be just around the corner.
Let me get a jump-start on the movie-of-the-musical casting for the role of Karen. Hollywood casting directors, I give you Feist.
25 December 2008
A special Christmas Day message for His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI
Fuck you, asshole.
Another power-crazed German determined to wipe out an entire people. Terrific.
24 December 2008
Dreams of glitter and style
I really must try to use the word "silversational" more often.
Happy holidays, everyone!
23 December 2008
Please remember those less fortunate than yourself
At this special time of year, please take a moment to remember the people in our world who are suffering the most: the poor souls in the "before" section of infomercials.
Angry woman with hectic kitchen-tile pattern struggling with the washing-up. Her apron print, like the tiny broomsticks in Fantasia, suggests even more dishes to come.
Frustrated woman who saves time by not having to iron her pants and who can make and attend a manicure appointment but can't quite get it together to take a tray of hamburger patties out of the freezer.
Shorts-'n'-sneakers–wearing family forced to endure eternal wait for dinner in bored silence while sipping water from wine glasses at table set awkwardly for four.
Depressed, messy man who has to use eight saucepans and two ovens to produce dinner from a jar.06 December 2008
Would you mind if I put you on hold?
43 minutes spent talking to my phone company’s “care” call-centre in India. It took nine people to answer my ostensibly simple question: What is the status of my order?No record of the order. No match for the receipt number. “Would you mind if I put you on hold?” For five minutes.
Along the way, inumerable requests for my date of birth. I know for sure that I’ve never given it to them, and I said so. But still they ask because it's in the script. And then, “I’m sorry, sir, nothing is coming up on my computer. Would you mind holding just a moment?” A five-minute wait, then transferred to someone else, and the routine starts again.
Nine times.
In the end, I was given an email address. I immediately wrote an email and had a response within 30 seconds.
30 November 2008
Revisiting 'Brideshead Revisited'
I'm having something of a Charles Ryder moment tonight: I can't quite believe it's been 26 years since I watched Brideshead Revisited when it was first broadcast. I was 17 years old, still living at home and in my final year at high school."We ate the strawberries and drank the wine. As Sebastian promised, they were delicious together. The fumes of the sweet, golden wine seemed to lift us a finger's breadth above the turf, and hold us suspended."
The following year I would turn 18, leave home, start at a grand old university, fall in love and be dazzled by new worlds outside the one I grew up in. I found my own Sebastian Flyte (or was I Sebastian and found my Charles?) and didn't have a clue what I was doing. I was immortal and reckless and life was magnificent and hectic and hopelessly romantic, just the way it should be.
"Here, at the age of 39, I began to be old."Although I'm now even older than Charles Ryder was as he begins his "Sacred & Profane Memories", I don't feel like I'm beginning to be old at all. While my original infatuation with Waugh's novel was completely shattered by my subsequent literary "education" and the discovery that Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews were both 33, playing 18-year-olds, if I listen carefully I can still sense the echoes of that first, innocent thrill at my initial encounter with Brideshead.
"I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognised apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city."The series is being rebroadcast on ABC2, all 660 minutes of it over the next 11 weeks, starting tonight. For my readers who had the temerity to be born in the 80s, it's just like Queer as Folk, but with much better accessories.
21 November 2008
The scariest sentence in the English language
"This is Entertainment Tonight in high definition and I'm Mary Hart."
19 November 2008
Really, Detective Senior Sergeant? Do ya think?
From today's paper:
Police are searching for two men who fled after dumping a body with a gunshot wound to the chest outside a Melbourne hospital's emergency department early this morning.
"Certainly the fact that they didn't stick around leads us to believe that they have got information that can assist us," said Detective Senior Sergeant Stephen McIntyre, of the Victoria Police Crime Department.
18 November 2008
Well, hello, fellow Grits to Glitz listeners!
To all my fellow G2Gers, welcome to my sandbox on the web. It's a pretty random affair, and I do encourage you to try out the Lucky Dip button to the left because the more randomly you are willing to face it, the better. Just like life.
For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about – and believe me, your number is legion, at least in my daily life – I'll back up and explain. There will be a test at the end, so please pay attention.
Way back in the heady days of winter 2006 (remember, I live in the upside-down hemisphere), I was in the grip of The Devil Wears Prada fever. I was scooching around the net and there was a reference to a review on a tiny, unpopulated site. Just a single entry: "Episode ONE: July 12, 2006".
Abandoning what little caution I possessed, I clicked a link. Something strange was happening with my iTunes. What? This is an audio file? (Yes, I confess was a total podcast newbie.) I hit play and within minutes, an international love affair began.
Amy and Bay are sisters. They both lived in East Tennessee until Amy moved to Las Vegas. Life in Las Vegas is not like life in East Tennessee, and the differences between the two places, an eternal compare-and-contrast conversation, was worth broadcasting.
Since then, they've covered a lot of ground in their weekly podcasts. There have been dogs and Disneyland, cocktails and Vegas shows, holidays and birds and recipes and grammar lessons and pigeon-squirting machines, three seasons of Project Runway and weeks of obsession with Tim Tams – a very funny international saga that culminated in this moment – and a big-ass Christmas wreath. Contests and scrapbooking and April Fools pranks and lots and lots of dish. And I now know what grits are and what the boonies are, too.
They might be on opposite sides of their country, and I'm so far away that it takes a whole day to fly here, but their podcast always makes me feel like the three of us are just sitting around the kitchen table, drinking coffee, having a chat. I don't get to say much, but I laugh the whole time.
It's hard to believe that a tiny bunch of pixels could lift my spirits, but when that little blue dot turns up in iTunes next to Grits to Glitz, that's exactly what happens. Like standing in front of a birthday cake, I know there's some fun to be had.
For the uninitiated, start your journey into Amy and Bay's world at the Grits to Glitz site, here. Have a look around. Download an episode or two. Subscribe in iTunes. You'll be a better person for it – trust me.
Grind up some greasy, greasy coffee beans . . .
11 November 2008
1,000,000 for setting yourself up for failure
You have a point. You believe in something. You think other people do, too. So you create a Facebook group to collect 1,000,000 people – or more! – to show that you're right. You fail. The numbers don't lie.
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05 November 2008
Good morning, America
Two moments from an extraordinary day. If Bush got anything right in eight years, it was phoning Obama and saying it was "an awesome night".
02 November 2008
Crazy for Mad Men
The visual style is exquisite, down to finest detail. The storytelling itself is brilliant because the range of values seems like it's from another planet, yet we recognise it as being modern.
The men are all jocular buddies, constantly drinking and smoking. The women are fascinating. Secretaries, wives, mistresses and call girls, chirpy on the surface and conflicted, libidinous and, well, real people underneath it.
In the first episode, the new secretary turns up and her supervisor, taking the cover off a huge IBM Selectric typewriter, says, "Try not to be overwhelmed by all this technology. It looks complicated but the men who designed it made it simple enough for a woman to use."
27 October 2008
Exterminate! Exterminate!
This is a Dalek.
This is someone's interpretation of a Dalek in cake.
And so, apparently, is this.
More horrible cakes at this wonderful site.
23 October 2008
18 October 2008
What exactly do you want to film me doing?
From a cocktail party I went to on Friday night at a model agency.
16 October 2008
Dismembered body parts – with lovely nails
The display in the window of a new nail salon in Kings Cross. I've never seen fake nails for toes before.
11 October 2008
Making a scene
Two people are having a fantastically heated argument right outside my house. When it started I thought I was going to have to call the police – it sounded like he was going to kill her. Then it stopped really suddenly.
It started again about five minutes later, but the strange thing was they were having exactly the same argument. I mean, it was exactly the same words, same intonation. It stopped again, then once again: exactly the same.
I just stuck my head out the window: they're not alone out there. There are about 50 other people in the street watching this argument over and over again because they're making a movie.
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