Wednesday, January 24, 2007

OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES OH YES. Oh yeah, baby! Finally airlines, at least, are recognising that bad parents shouldn't have their behaviour encouraged just because they've managed to birth themselves an obnoxious little brat. If you can't teach your kid how to fly properly, then fucking well drive. I cannot even begin to count the numer of times I've been on a plan with these retarded parents and their equally retarded children, thinking about charging the cockpit just so I can be arrested and taken to a nice, quiet holding cell.

SUCKED IN. The next time it is possible to do so, I will fly Air Tran.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Christ, I am bored. Doing nothing with your life means you place little value on "free" time as your entire week, month, year, whatever is free. Chatted with Harry yesterday (and saw his winky, teehee - dirty man!) and got the standard "you're too smart not to do anything with your life". My parents are so sick of me being a bum at this point that they're well past that and now come out with gems such as "if you want to continue eating, don't fucking push us". Unfortunately they do carry rather a lot of sway with the other person who ensures that I eat from plates (or, more accurately take out containers and frozen meal boxes) rather than garbage bins.

Anyway, I'm just going through my old copy of American Psycho, and am reading the little notes I made to myself. A lot of my books carry either post its or pencilled in messages that I've written, because I'm a dork. One of my favourites is a little note I wrote about a sex scene before it became gruesome. It was from my virginal self to my future cherry popped self:

"try this someday, but only when you get the hang of it. maybe you could be bi?"

Awesome.

I could start a sex blog. It would read something like "sux0r, Lizzy, no sex, but Harry's winky very nice, perhaps next week."

Monday, January 22, 2007

Awesome. Apparently Zoo magazine is now the judge of what is 'shtrayan and unshtrayan. Somehow I don't think Gus Hidink gives a flying fuck - hell, was he even here long enough to take out citizenship? And fucking Zoo, apparently Rio Tinto isn't Australian because they sacked jerkwads who had pornography on their work computers. There are some of us, suprise, suprise, who find that sort of thing offensive and, in certain cases, intimidating. I'm sure that every red blooded ozzie male out there enjoys porn, and good on them - so do I, but creating an offensive and intimidating work environment is a shitty thing to do. And I don't think I'm the only one who thinks that fuckwit editor is the ugliest slimeball to ever edit a lads mag. Aren't they supposed to be buff, waxed and dressed in trendy clothes that have graffiti on them? I feel let down.

I also should stop watching this stupid show. Or at least drink more. You know, more than I have already.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Most excellent! TT is running an outraged segment on the BDO's decision to ban the ozzie flag. They must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel because on the pro side they've Margo Kingston, and on the con there's fucking Pauline Hanson. Bless her, but she just said "go back to where they came from". I say if she's willing to buy me a ticket I'll cart myself off to the UK and revel in the PCness and emerging right wing vs. nutso Muslims that seems to be the current trend there. Go on, Pauline, send me back to me other homeland! Possibly the most absurd connection - some dude from an association for the flag (I didn't even realise such a group existed; were the founders rejected from the Society to Watch Paint Dry?) talked about laws regarding the desecration of our national symbol. Man, teh suckage. When did we start burning the flag as part of the BDO wankery?

My opinion? Fuck it, who cares? I hate that fucking show anyway. It used to be fun, but then I started hating what's billed as altnerative or indie or hiphop or other retarded categories that fill the BDO slots. The cans of mixed drinks are overpriced, the regular soft drinks are overpriced, the food mostly makes me want to retch and is fucking overpriced, I hate the teenyboppers screetching and dressing up in fucking fairy wings and pink bikini tops. Oh, and the yobs with flags? Hell, at least I'm able to distinguish between humans and yobs when they drape themselves in their ozziness.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

I was a wee bit sloshed last night and didn't realise that I'd turned on 9 instead of 7, so I saw a bit of ACA. It was fucking gold. So, some fat pedo with sideburns and thick glasses has started a creepy contest called Teen Idol to cater to the tween to barely legel market that Australian Idol is apparently discriminating against. Best part is he uses a logo that looks very similar to the show's logo and then the lawyers are called in. Oh, so funny! What the hell is this freak doing spending his time with cute teenagers, especially when he claims he doesn't make any money off the concept? I'm all for exploiting and profiting from untalented famewhores if there's more than a few bucks to be made, but what's the point of putting in all that effort otherwise? I bet this bloke is pulled up on kiddie rape/porn charges at some point in the near future. Best part of the story was when the little brats and their parents complained about not being able to "live their dreams". Um, yeah, you're fucking 15 years old, you should be in school, getting an education that you'll find useful when you realise that your dream died the day your thighs dimpled and you refused to suck the cock of some fat guy with sideburns and thick glasses in exchange for an RSL gig.

Ok, so teens are fucking retarded. But there were parents screaming for this ripoff show to continue, parents! And the fuckers at ACA didn't even bring in the crazy show mother angle - I expected music from Gypsy to be playing while these bitches ranted. Oh, and did I mention that none of these artistes could even sing? I probably did, but I can't be bothered checking back. Anyway, none of them could sing, and they were wearing creeepy formal gowns and doing those hand movements that Celine Dion made popular before the anorexia stole her power of movement.

I hope the fat guy with sideburns and thick glasses loses his house after he gets bankrupted by legal fees. That would be awesome.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Newsflash: Dissenters to be Rounded Up and Shot!

"But he's not Australian. He's criticising our way of life!" - so spoken by the dill hosting TT in reference to Sheik Rape bitching about ozzie whores and the excess of freedom allowed here. Hilarious.