Saturday, January 20, 2007
Bra Wearers Beware
I can't help thinking there are other causes which deserve more attention (such as the things the straps hold up - i know, i'm a neanderthal...)
Friday, January 19, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
borat and the golden globes
kudos to sacha baron cohen for using the words 'anus' and 'testicles' in his best actor acceptance speech...
and for those of you who may not know what scene he is referring to, have a look at it here. however, i warn you, it may burn into your mind some things you hoped you would never see in real life...
props to p-slim for the link!
Friday, January 12, 2007
What you hoped someone would never record on film
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I've Gone All Goth
Monday, January 08, 2007
Chocolate: A whole new (gross) way
How many times have you taken a chocolate bar with you on a sunny day, and when your blood sugar is at near comatose levels, you've gone to fish out your energy snack only to find it has been reduced to meaningless goo in your backpack / purse / back pocket? (And how many of you have resorted to desperately licking the wrapper? More than would care to admit it...)
Now, you can bypass that solid chocolate phase altogether with the New Lava Bar: liquified chocolate in a sealed foil packet that probably looks like something you should be flushing away instead of putting it in your mouth, and that's why you can't see it before you eat it! Mmmmm mmmmmm!
I think they should come up with a suppository that emits chocolate in a gas form so people can take it in through their noses every time someone breaks wind. I would call it "Chocolate Cloud"...
Props to DD for the culinary enlightenment!
Jack Black's Tenacious School of Rock
I wonder if he's going to train them on how to do stage dives...
Monday, December 25, 2006
Just in Time for Those Family Gatherings
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Hobo Humanity
We are one rejection slip away from failure
We are one deflection away from disaster
We live in the boxcar of a dream
Our dream on the rails but always shaking
On the road but always skidding
Making mistakes or creating vices
Devices, distractions and divisions
We know how to separate and disuse
We get fat
Get stupid
Get ignorant
Because we are always avoiding learning new things
Because we are always avoiding doing new things
We can always count on apathy
Count on insanity
Count on selfish predators
(I count on my fingers)
We are distinguished by days and nights
Sight and blindness
(Darkness and light always fight in my eyelids)
Gaping holes in our consciousness filled by a noise God
Ipod, Mobi, Zune, Zen
The bodies of men and women in personalized separation,
Masturbation in rubberized safety
Girls and boys and both and neither
Hard sex, soft sex, group sex, toy sex
Cheques honored. Se habla espanol.
Vacating seats
Vacation packages
Ravages of sugar highs
Prozac lows
All you can eat buffets
Breasts and backsides
Workouts and backslides
Sweat and cold misery
Trains are synchronized to arrive at once
But thighs are dancing in random pain
Periods are flowing
Commas are pausing
Causing and deflecting rejecting
The sanctity of grammatical correctness
Undress in layers before your prayers
Before the underwear is gone
Before nakedness and goose flesh
Are crushed in the hot oblivion
Living behind curtains
Behind walls
Underground
We lurk here looking for safety
And there is none to be had
Not even in the sad unions
Lubricated
Panting
Retreating and advancing
Swelling skin and sagging minds
Pain is the only educator
The perverter
The creator and destroyer
The hurt is cruel but effective
Reflective of some plan to guide us through the dip and race
To shear us in the heat and leave us in the cold
Our dags building in the season of neglect
It starts to get old as we get old
And so the boxcar shudders and twists
And we are tempted to fall
Tempted to exit,
Rolling to the ground and walking the rest of the way
We are always one step from disaster
Faster and blinder than our master
With no plan to bind us
No pastor to find us
Just one and alone by the sliding doors.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
In Here
Under the fir trees
Between the sparse grass
Past the fat cat yacking a hairball
Watching the Latina hoop earrings and cleaning baskets
The white roofs and wet garbage cans
The patient impatient cars cars cars
Flat faces swollen and staring
Behind the spans of frosted curtains.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Gaps
The gag of onlookers hooked on the beaut
She rummages for the right makeup combination
To hide the mistakes she cannot refute
Guns are in place with fingers itching
Protect the protected protecting the protectors
Victimizing the victims of victimizers victimizing
Shoot first and let history be written by the victors
My aunt has gout from trying to stay still
Her pills mark out the passing of the day
The TV blinks slowly 'til the gap of the ad breaks
As she wonders when she will walk away
His pinstripe garments are pressed to straightness
Delineating the shape of a man
But faces are gaping staring at nothing
Illuminated by no one’s plan
The makeup finished, her eyes are complete
She watches the city through the cloudy window
The train track gaps rap the measured beats
That slow when we slow
That slow when we slow.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Borat in San Jose?
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Monday Distraction
Thursday, November 02, 2006
You Know You're in Texas When...
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
An Australian Bloke's Love Poem
Here's something straight from the heart of the Southern Hemisphere that hits the mark in many ways. Thanks to DD for thinking of me when she read it...
Of course I love ya darling
You're a bloody top notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there
No sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter wot you look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the footy's on
And fetch another beer.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Death of a President

Since I've been in a media vacuum lately, I didn't know about this mockumentary, Death of a President, that premiered at the Toronto film festival and then screened on British TV on October 9th. It depicts the assasination of Dubya in 2007 in Chicago and the ensuing events given that scenario. It's generated enough controversy that two out of three of the largest theater chains have banned it. To get an idea of the style of the film, here is a 10 minute clip including the assasination scene.
Although condemned by many Americans as" shocking", "disturbing" and "irresponsible", the head of More4, the network that originally screened the film on British TV stated on bbc.co.uk: "I'm sure that there will be people who will be upset by it but when you watch it you realise what a sophisticated piece of work it is... It's not sensationalist or simplistic but a very thought-provoking, powerful drama. I hope people will see that the intention behind it is good."
Newmarket Films, the distribution company attempting to convince theaters to show the film in the US hopes to have some takers by smaller theater chains to make the release date of October 27th. Richard Abramowitz, who is consulting with Newmarket on the film’s distribution, said “Death of a President” has been booked into more than 100 venues and he expects that number to rise as he expands his sales effort into other regions.
Let's hope that this piece of entertainment does not become the focus of a political agenda or censorship.