Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Kevin Casey has been followed closely by many commentators fans as he worked his way up through the Department of Foreign Affairs 250cc championship and then a high-profile stint as foreign affairs spokesman for the opposition debut season in the premier class of motorcyle racing, MotoGP, which featured a few spectacular learning curves.
Promoted to the
leadership front-running Ducati team for this year, Kevin Casey surprised everyone leaping to the top of the polls standings with early popularity gains wins on the clearly dominant Ducati machine.
It was at this stage that
But he kept on
But they were wrong, as
Still his detractors insisted he would
Coming into this last weekend, there were great expectations that a positive
After all, the previous race, in Misano, had seen
Everyone had expected
But, over the weekend, some stunning
This led to fervent speculation that
Surely now we can prepare the ground for
Although history sounds a cautionary note for
Millions wait in anticipation!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Despite all my fretful, paranoid self-chastisement upon each and every optimistic thought.
Despite the hours spent going back over old news articles and blog posts from October 2004, in an attempt to re-live the sting and despair.
Despite the analysis of the ‘softness’ of the current polls, which should really have brought me back down to earth.
I admit it.
I have gotten my hopes up.
"Yeah baby! This thing is in the bag! Nothing could possibly go wrong now!"
I guess it might seem like there is nothing wrong with this.
But the dreadful depression that followed the 2004 result was, I think, made so much worse by the fact that I had somehow deluded myself into thinking there was a chance of ALP victory.
"Wow, you really ARE stupid, aren't you?"
And can you imagine how much worse it would be this time?
There’s such a feeling around the place that a change is a foregone conclusion, any victory for the Government will be doubly revolting. The crowing and bleating will just be unbearable.
A coaching suggestion made to football teams that have won the minor premiership and are facing the prospect of complacency in the finals series is that they should carry a brick around with them at all times.
Having used all my spare bricks for throwing off the overpass at 4WDs, maybe I should stick this photo up at my desk, to bring me back down to earth.
It is for these reasons I am undecided about whether attending any election parties is a good idea.
Who can forget 2004 when it was all freaking over before the party pies had even defrosted?
I guess, in the end, defeat is defeat and I am just deluding myself even further if I think I can mentally prepare for that outcome.
I'll have to come up with some way of coping. I think I'll choose....crack-smoking!
"Congratulations girlfriend. You worked it out."
Seems to be all the rage these days.
The least they could do is call the bloody election. I've been doing the slow hand-clap for about a month now but it doesn't seem to have worked.
At the moment it's like peeling off a really sticky band-aid, reeeeealllly slowly. Just rip the fucker right-off, Johnny!
"Nah, fuck ya!"
Yeah, well. The feeling's mutual, fuck-face.
Monday, September 17, 2007
I went and
Pretence of woe, teeth-gnashing, etc.
(Just because I really do love a pun) Last night staying home to watch Idol lost out to going out to watch a performance by my idol.
I finally saw Tori Amos live in concert, leaving me with a much shortened list of things I must do before dying.
What monstrously talented and straight-out amazing performer. Topped off by a sequinned American flag asymmetrical jumpsuit and incredibly rare live performance of Me and a Gun.
I was in Tori-fan heaven.
Words are failing me, so I'm just going to go off to the side here and drool and sigh for a little while.
But, I know y'all didn't come here for the fawning.
Y'all are after some good-old fashioned, mindless and not at all well-informed hatin'.
The good news there is that I did manage to see Carl Risely’s performance before leaving home last night.
After witnessing him vomit up Coldplay's Clocks (this is 'rock', how?), there'll no doubt be some Carl-apologists saying in his defence that night’s theme of ‘rock’ clearly doesn’t fit his performance style.
News flash! There will only ever be one night that fits his performance style! And that's if the producers choose to have a banal-swing-pap night this year! Finger crossed.
Speaking of those fine, genius producers at Idol, kudos for choosing last night’s show to launch the new product tie-in with Head & Shoulders.
Nothing says ‘rock ‘n roll’ like anti-dandruff shampoo.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Recently leaked Crosby-Textor analysis has revealed the following reasons
- The hat
- The song
- The complete lack of talent
- The hat
- The artless mimicking of my mortal enemy, Michael Buble
- The rancid jingoism and exploitation of being in the Navy (you play a freaking trumpet, you retard!)
- The hat
I mean, I never would have guessed you are. Not with the show being called FRICKIN’ AUSTRALIAN IDOL or anything.
But, obviously, Carl thinks this says something about his personality. And, despite the obvious point that highlighting an attribute that is common to about 20 million people shouldn’t suffice as a means of distinguishing yourself amongst a group of 12 people, I think it does say something about his personality.
Pictorially, some other people happy to select "Aussieness" as a defining characteristic:
'Nuff said, Carl.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Rather, it is that I will truly be getting value for my tax-dollar through maximum exposure to all those useful ‘government information campaigns’ (certainly never to be referred to as ‘political advertisements').
There’s the very useful ‘NetAlert’ advertisements, featuring an endless supply of young children with computer monitors for faces.
And, just so you know, we have been able to have several, very constructive conversations with Tobias about drugs, thanks to the helpful hints in the government information campaign on drugs. Tobias now knows how hurtful he can be when he is coming down off catnip. And how stealing my Christmas savings to buy liver-treats is not cool.
I sleep well at night knowing that he is no longer at risk of selling his body on the street for drug money.
There's also the 'Know where you stand' campaign:
I particularly like how the slogan features on a post-it note. Post-its are normally used as reminders, so it makes sense. As in "must stick a post-it note up at my desk to remind me to calculate how much worse off I'll be under an AWA".
Or perhaps it is a representation of how much standing the advertisement's promises have in the event I do end up worse off under an AWA. As in "Oh, those promises about protecting your rights didn't mean anything. They were only ever on a post-it."
However, by far the most prominent of the ‘information campaigns’ would have to be the television advertisements ‘informing us’ of “Biggest reforms to superannuation, evah”.
Joe, the 53 year-old soon-to-retire hardware merchant, who’ll now be able to draw upon his superannuation tax-free, keeps popping up all over the joint. Just today, I saw him wedged between double-entendres on Will & Grace, propping up the Nuremburg Trials on the History Channel, and catching the bouquet at the end of Bridezillas (I’m off sick, so I have been able to sample the full range of delights offered by modern culture today).
Not so prominent, but equally memorable, is Julie, a receptionist at a medical centre, who doesn’t yet want to retire, but would like to cut back her work to three-days a week.
Both 'campaings' feature comforting, non-confrontational scenes of very ordinary Australians getting on with life in a completely non-fussed, contented way. Real ‘relaxed and comfortable’ type stuff, and something we can only expect to see more of as the Government attempts to build a platform of perceived prosperity upon which to launch massive scare campaigns (flesh eating unionists, the ALP killed Princess Diana, Kevin Rudd eats baby seals, etc etc).
All I can think of though is Joe, the 53-year old former hardware merchant, who had to close his small suburban hardware business when a Bunnings opened up nearby, completely undercutting his profit margins with massive loss-leading discounts. Joe, who had planned to retire at 53, lost a bundle trying to stay in business and now works 10-hours a day 6-days a week as a casual at that Bunnings, selling cheap, $15 electric drills and dangerously sub-standard electrical fittings. He'll have to work until he is 67 in order to cover the loss of savings incurred when his business went under.
Or Julie, who does work 3 days a week at the local medical centre, but spends it processing invoices for medical consultations charged at twice the AMA rate (with no bulk billing) and turning away those people who can’t pay up front (even if they are oozing strange substances or barely able to walk). She’s become quite good at getting through to people who are in considerable pain and discomfort, to communicate to them exactly which local buses (which run 2-hourly) will drop you off near the emergency department of the nearest public hospital, 35 minutes away.
But obviously, I am mis-thinking. I haven’t been paying enough attention to the ‘information campaigns’, which explicitly tell me that ‘everything is fine’ and we’re all going to be perfectly happy just as long as we have an
Must get back to the TV.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Carl Riseley - Really looking forward to Emo night
The real tragedy of the canning of the Midday Show is that without a natural home, these middle of the road, personality-free-zone crooners are popping up all over the joint on Australian idol.
Carl Riseley - you bring shame on our roughly corresponding names.
Statistical breakdown of my reaction to Idol this year so far:
- Apathy - 25%
- Middling levels of disappointment mixed with apathy - 45%
- Uncontrollable gas - 10%
- Continuing hatred of Marcia - 5%
- Personal disappointment with how things turned out with Husny - 5%
- Allergic reaction to Daniel Mifsud - 10%