undiscovered gems of youtube.com

i have two points to raise from this clip.

1. not only has someone put clips from the logies on youtube, but it's the award for "most outstanding factual program." i'm pretty sure that the guy who posted this doesn't have sex very often.

2. how hot is jason stephens? 15 years on from the late show and he is still a sexy motherfucker. especially now that he's a serious director type.

title track

You have ghosts?
Of course I have ghosts.
What are your ghosts like?
They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.
This is also where my ghosts reside.
You have ghosts?
Of course I have ghosts.
But you are a child.
I am not a child.
But you have not known love.
These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.

right now

actually started enjoying watching the us version of the office on tv1.

not enough to download it, but it's been something to watch on thursday nights.

the cruise

right now if i was to die my obituary would say

"if only she applied herself"

yeah.

hasta la vista little fat kid

one of the greatest moments in australian television history has been recorded for the ages. someone has put the last episode of hey dad on youtube. god bless you user qarnos, god bless.

enjoy...

part one

part two

part three

two things to note from the final credits: 1. nudge is back, looking fat and greasy. 2. promo for man o' man. remember that shit?

PS: my mum works with someone who has a relative who used to work on the show, so i am trying my hardest to get the scoop on whether mr kelly really was a deve or not.

right now

obsessed with chocolate milkshakes. i have at least one per day.

it has nothing to do with the HOT barista who makes them for me, i swear.

right now

visa application = srs bizness.

popular penguins

penguin have released some of their most famous books with the original 1930's style covers. they're some of the best works of our time, with kitschy, bright, gorgeous cover art. the best part is that they are just ten bucks each. what a steal.

i stopped by the bookstore on my way to work to pick up a few old favourites that i've read but never owned. and decided to grab one new one to read. i picked "everything is illuminated" based on the name. when the girl at the counter started gushing about how good it was, i figured i had made a good decision. i was right.

i haven't loved a book so much since i read "you shall know our velocity." it's hilarious and heartbreaking. and it leaves a few things open, so as to let the reader make their own opinion on how things are. i won't express mine here so as not to spoil. but if you've read it, let me know because i'd love to discuss it.

in honour of this book, i am going to name the next pet that i own sammy davis, junior, junior.

thinking

i wish i knew what i want to be when i grow up.

i wish i was passionate enough about something to make a career out of it.

sex on the radio

this morning on the drive to the station my mum was listening to 2UE. as far as conservative AM radio goes, i don't mind 2UE. well it's better than alan jones at least. it kind of makes me sad that my mum listens to alan jones. i can only handle it by telling myself that she listens for the frequent sports topics and numerous mentions of human nature.

anyway, we're in the car with sooky, and the presenter (no idea who it is. hmm, according to the website "mike and sandy" host breakfast. maybe mike carlton. i'll have to ask SGS) after discussing the story of the girl who got raped by the taxi driver, decided to take open line calls.

they talk to this girl who's 18 and from south western sydney somewhere i'm sure. an accent that you would describe, in this modern age with no racial undertones, as "woggy." she's telling the story of her best friend who went for a job interview to be a PA / model at an abandoned car wash in kingsgrove. apparently the interviewer got her drunk and started taking advantage. it sounded like neither the girl at the interview nor her friend thought it was weird to have been served alcohol at a job interview.

mike asks the girl "did he molest her?" her answer "kind of. well he stuck it in, but he didn't cum inside her." oh lord. i bet that's the first time cum has been mentioned on sydney talkback radio. i bet merrick and rosso or robbie buck, the doctor and the bitch don't get away with stuff like that.

mum and i had the same reaction, which was to burst out laughing and hit the other one on the shoulder as if to say "did you just hear that? can you believe it." i bet mike and sandy didn't know what to think. can you imagine the complaints that would've started rolling in from nannas and churchies all over sydney?

trivial work annoyance of the day

months ago the gm of wholesale said something about how it would be nice if everyone in our office could fly down to melbourne for the christmas party. somehow that has morphed into "ZOMG we get to go to melbourne for the weekend and party ONESHIFTONE."

we've started organising the christmas party [i'm the sydney rep for the social club] and surprise, surprise it's in sydney. as if they were ever going to fly 20 of us to melbourne and pay for accommodation for the weekend.

now everyone is pissed that they don't get a free trip, and i think they're angry at me for not pushing the case. peeps should be happy that we're actually getting a christmas party in the first place.

a list of songs

my dear friend mexie made a post in her eljay last night that i thought was rather neat. so i've decided to steal her idea and make my own post.

to quote her - "You know how songs or albums remind you of certain events in your life (even if they're kind of insignificant)? I've been thinking about it a bit lately. I wanted to compile a list of some of them, mostly for my own amusement. So yeah, I kind of did."

photobooth - death cab for cutie: driving through the blue mountains on my way back to uni. the sun was shining. this song was first on a mix tape. life was good.

apartment - custard: walking from central to the hordern pavillion to see custard and regurgitator with erin, rebecca and leah in 1999.

pinstripe - something for kate: spending the day with mel. watching a taping of some dumb foxtel music show to see sfk play a few songs. yelling out ironically for them to play pinstripe.

killian's red - nada surf: driving home from bathurst after i went back to visit in 2004. crying my eyes out the whole way home, and not really knowing why.

take me out - franz ferdinand: leaving their set at the 2006 big day out to go and dance by myself to sonicanimation. realising that things would never be the same.

99 problems - jay z: hanging out at work with james. making dumb jokes. half a mil for bail cause i'm african.

sunset strip - custard: driving to central station after v festival with erin and her brother. agreeing that this was one of our favourite custard songs.

the mordialloc rd duplicator - TISM: driving to canberra with adam to meet internet personality samuel gordon stewart.

in the mouth of a desert - pavement: being 17 and being so stoned i couldn't move. lying on the floor of my first love's bedroom.

she says it's alright - the rentals: all my teenage angst.

rip it up - 28 days: a boy from uni who didn't deserve my affections. this is the only band that hurts to listen to. serious.

generator - foo fighters: hanging out with rebecca. doing nate mendel impressions at the mercano set after the last day of year 12.

again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional: catching the train home from my first real job. summer storms and resting my head on the shoulder of the boy i should never have let go.

telecaster - the crustaceans: wandering around melbourne by myself.

i lol'd

fat girls should only be allowed to wear potato sacks

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24300305-5007133,00.html

fuck you, scott penn. yes i'm fat. yes i realise this is my fault. yes i am doing something about it. but what right do you have to say that i shouldn't be able to wear nice clothes?

if the only option i had was to wear the plus sized clothes at target or k-mart which are way too old for me, i'd never fucking leave the house. i would be too embarrassed to go to work and i'd never go out socialising. because of this i wouldn't have the confidence to go to the gym, or do the city to surf like i did this year. instead i would sit at home watching tv and stuffing my face with ice cream and chips. and of course i would get fatter and fatter, and less clothes would fit me, and the cycle would continue.

so myer have done a wonderful thing by expanding their plus sized options. giving fat girls choice, and stylish clothes gives them opportunity.

but you know what? i went to myer yesterday, and i only saw one thing i liked in the new ranges. a jacket priced at $160. we still have a long way to go.

heart sedated

i spent most of the weekend in north ryde.  the six months that i spent living in lane cove was not a good time in my life. i cried on the 288 bus more times than i'd like to admit, so needless to say it was strange being back in the area. i felt like an outsider the whole time i lived on the north shore. a lot of that had to do with my disadvantaged outer south western upbringing and my preconceived prejudices of people who live on that side of town. but i never felt at home, away from the house i grew up in, until we moved to summer hill.

i sat at the bus interchange at epping station and all these memories came flooding back. the day that i finally had enough at the mystery shopping factory and quit at 10am on a thursday. sitting on the 288 going through the back streets of north ryde listening to architecture in helsinki and realising that everything i'd had for the last year and a half was over. then i was angry at myself, because that job and that relationship were both things that i should have quit 6 months before i was forced to. and i would've been so much better off if i had the courage to make the move by myself instead of waiting to be dumped and waiting to be told that the only problem in the team was me.

suddenly, at 11:15 on a saturday morning in epping, it hurt to breathe.

but life got better. i found a job at iinetz, and all the fabulous people who worked there, and my laid back team leader made me realise that i was good at work stuff, and that i was a valued member of a team.

i'm friends with the boy again. time and distance has dulled all the hate and anger i had for him. in fact, the next time i'm in melbourne we might even hang out.

sitting at the bus stop, i thought to myself that i didn't regret those years, but i don't have anything to show for it. but nah, i do. i'm so much stronger now. ready to take on the world.