Awesome-a-powa

Many thanks to Delia for spending hours and minutes with me yesterday on Etsy doing lace, beads and bridesmaid dress hunting.  FUN!  :D

All the fun starts NOW, with honeymoon planning and dress hunting and cute things creating to begin.

Also, Hooray for the new morning Triple J hosts Tom and Alex!  Way better than just Marieke and the Doctor - Huzzah, they make me laugh!

Love

I like love.

Folky goodness

For the love of everything awesome:

PLEASE get into Mumford and Sons. 

and i dont just mean that one song that is going over and over and over on triple j.  I mean, their album Sigh No More in its entirety as a package.  it works together in a lovely, Port Fairy Folk Festival, drinking Guinness and knee slapping kind of way, then in a getting teary and kissing your loved one kind of way.

Yess..

No Robbie Buck?

My mornings without Robbie Buck will be shambles. Robbie keeps the breakfast team together. Without his sensible and controlled, calming attitude I'd just have to put up with The Doctor and Marieke play arguing/flirting with each other.

B-b-benny hits his head

I will not be ashamed to admit that I like Ben Folds. In fact, I think he's great. If you've never experienced the key-smashing white-boy riot that is a Ben Folds concert, you really should. I personally think he's a great lyricist and like his somewhat tongue in cheek vibe. Plus, I adore pianists. I'm in love with people who play the piano. And Benny has been with me well into my teens, so there is a bond there that should not be broken.

But.

I have decided that I hate Ben Folds fans. These reasons include, but are not limited to:

1. They are frumpy. Looking around at the gig, I thought, turn off the melancholy tunes of Evaporated and Brick and get something upbeat into you. And go for a run.

2. They need to comb their hair. At least three people in front of me had massive unruly frizzy curls in afro-style (men and women included).
Note forever:
IF YOU HAVE BIG HAIR AND YOU SIT IN FRONT OF ME AT GIGS, I HATE YOU.

Comb your fricken hair. Sit at the back. Wear a hat. Use a hair tie. Cut it off. CUT IT OFF!

3. Ben Folds fans think they are cool when they swear. Or when Ben swears. About 20 annoying fans of his turn up to every single gig and every gig they call out for the same songs:
Rock This Bitch
Bitches Ain't Shit
Rockin the Suburbs (when they get to use the F-word)
Ooooh. I said F. I said Shit. I said Bitch. I'm so hardcore. NO. This is not a hip-hop concert. This is not a hardcore heavy metal concert. This is a BEN FOLDS concert.

If you listen to the link for 'rock this bitch' you will hear said fans calling out for said song.

In fact, Mr Folds gets so sick of people calling out for Rock this Bitch that last night he wrote a song called "I've been rockin this bitch" which is about he rocks this bitch everywhere all over the world, so would you please shut up so he can play a good song already.

And the most annoying thing is that Ben Folds is really good to his fans. He'll always line up a good support act and usually include a surprise guest. When I saw him play with the Melb Symphony Orchestra he suddenly said "oh yes, here are the Dresdin Dolls" and out they came. Last night he pulled out Missy Higgins and they did some cool pianoy drummy duet. And he does cool stuff like write songs with Nick Hornby, play with orchestras and create cds of he music using university a cappella bands. He's good to his annoying, heckling, swearing fan base.

okay. that's my rant.

wait, actually one more thing. You know you can tell when someone is not a real fan when they get out their camera to video two songs only: Brick and Rockin the Suburbs. At least listen to one album the whole way through.

in summary: cut your hair. you're not cool. and learn to play the piano.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

I'm at work listening to storytime and being a desk monkey. This woman came up with a pile of books to borrow and suddenly she yells "LUIGI, NO!" and her small black poodle is running around the library like a psycho nut. She finally calms him down and ties him up outside. She comes back in to borrow. Looking out the window at the park she then says "Oh great...and there is my son, wandering off..." He was taking a stroll around the park wearing his bright orange jacket and carrying his little teddy. Luckily there are plenty of people in the park and we can see him very clearly from where we stand. Suddenly though, he is walking a little faster, and then running away. "It's okay," she says, "he won't go out of the park..."

Except he does. As fast as his little legs will carry him, he sprints off down the streeet, a blur of orange and brown, and races around the corner. I say to her sort of awkwardly..."do you want me to borrow these out for you while you go get him?" and she says "yes please!" and then races off after him.

When she finally returns with the happy go lucky kid she says to me, "He was off to get a milkshake. We get a milkshake after the library every week and he was off to get one."

Made sense to me.

Gotta love modern scriptwriting...

Or should I say 'script-copying and pasting.' Because lots of scriptwriters just can't come up with inventive storylines anymore. They haven't been taught what goes in to a good character, an interesting plot development, a unique setting and conflict. They have to take old movies, tv shows, etc and rehash them. Or just make sequels. Take:
Night at the Museum 2
The Pink Panther 2
Fast and Furious

etc. etc.

Also note the lack of television CHARACTERS anymore. These days reality tv show has obliterated characters for the replacement of you - the average viewer - hyped up into a glam rock all singing, backyard blitzing, cooking extradonnaire who fills us with all the drama, hype and tears we need. We have lost the sense of a good character. or an original idea. Bless bless the Chaser boys, the Gruein tranfer team, the thank god you're here people, who strive to think 'what can we do new?' (Cynically - that is of course until they realise what they have currently got pays millions if only they switch over networks.)

Anyway, enough of my rant. Really, DESPITE this, i saw Star Trek the new movie tonight and i loved it. It was AWESOME. It had all the right amount of spunk, action and explosions that you need from a satisfying movie. It had the classic characters revamped. And I gotta give it to the rehashing star trek writers. They actually succeeded in making a movie in the exact star trek format but with younger, hotter actors/characters. How?!! Well of course the star trek crew on the USS Enterprise are now in an ALTERNATE REALITY where everything is the SAME, except it is DIFFERENT! Because the original Spock is sent from the FUTURE as now an old man spock who comes to share his star trekky wisdom with the NEW, HOT Spock who has a cute Beyonce-style love interest. Hell yeah!

And of course now because the cast are young, naive and starting their new adventure, there is room for MORE and MORE and MORE and MORE sequels!!!! Hooray for the writers not actually having to do any WORK!

I embrace the new star trek. It's fun and it's a chance for the new generation to experience the joys of the good, solid characters of the old star trek in a format they want and need (read: explosions). I also shame the writers for giving themselves and the actors and easy, easy road to a LOT of money making many sequels in the future.

Ps. Did spock have a love interest in the originals? Did he ever make-out? Did he know HOW to? Well - now he does! Heck yeah he does!

Sheba Lily Morgennsten

My cat has finally decided she likes me. Oscar Wilde once said that cats have three names. My cat was first named Sheba when we got her. My brother renamed her Lily (which I personally think is very lame but which has stuck on her.) The third name is the name the cat only knows and will not tell anyone. I think that name is Morgennsten. For no reason why other than I bet it would be something completely random and a bit serious.

Moving into Autumn and Winter

Moving into the news seasons, I decided to give my blog look at bit of a revamp. Still not satisfied with it but will play around a bit more over the next little while. It now has a warm yet inside homey feel which will hopefully help me embrace the colder weather and months. Note too the new Recipe of the Day! Yum. That is to inspire creativity and delicious eating in the kitchen as the wintery season sets in.

Bring it on, winter! Your dark day blues will not attack me!

Energy drinks

I have decided I am currently morbidly fearful of entering the teaching profession. And I have realised why. I blame "energy drinks". V, Mother, Red Bull, and whatever other guarana pumped, sugar infested buzz-creating shit that come in cans.

Today as I left work some quote unquote 'youths' were hanging out the front - being pierced, loud and touchy-feely. For some reason certain adolescents can't get enough of hugging each other. Oops, I stepped on your foot. Hug. You are a mother-effer. Hug. I'll see you in 30 seconds after I just pop into this shop to purchase a can of V. Hug.

Anyway, they were all sharing this massive, 250% more, 80000mL can of Mother. I will tell you. These children already have the rampaging hormones of adolescence in their blood. They do NOT need any more help to be hyperactive. Having taught in classrooms, I can tell you that nearly anything can set off a hormone crazy spaz. Windy days are a classic example. For some reason, on a windy day, every child is crazy. I'm not being an old fogey here - I too remember not too many years ago having such spazzes and my own case of Jekyll/Hyde syndrome. My mum could ask me politely to pass the butter and it ended with a craze of "You're such a bitch, I hate you, you always tell me what to do, I wish I lived with my aunty."

And can i say, I was a perfectly lovely young girl. It's true! I got straight A's and did my homework and walked the dog and had friends who went to church and now I date the pastor's son. You know. Nice.

These children call each other mother-effer's every second word and they boast about how long they've had certain piercings. And the worst of it is, they drink MOTHER. They do not need this MOTHER! They drink these awful things before school, at recess and lunch. Sometimes they replace the mother with a can of Coca-cola. Sometimes they skip drinking and eating altogether. Either way, this Mother snatches away at the very precious sanity they are trying to hang on to as they battle hormones in their day to day life.

Please, please, do not sell them this stuff.



very small disclaimer: i appreciate these adolescents as individuals and wish to see them grow into their potential.


additionally: i wonder if they drink 'mother' to make up for the lack of love they receive from their own biological mothers. Or is that just taking it all too far?