Saturday, 28 July 2007

My life is full of......... hmmm

I recently had my birthday, which gets the usual jibes of "happy birthday old man", and the stranges ones like "congratulations" and "well done", like they weren't expecting you to make it another year!
But you do kind of reflect a bit. Where your life is at, how many grey hairs you have, how many restraining orders are currently pending against you.
So here's a summary of the key things in my life at the moment.

My life is full of irony. I eat party pies when I'm not having a party. I like pole dancing, yet I'm not Polish. I chew cough lollies when I don't have a cough. Oh, except that time when I chewed one too fast, a piece got stuck in my throat and I started coughing. Now that's ironic.

My life is full of people only calling me when they want stuff. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of good people in my life that catch up just because they want to catch up with me. But there are also a heap of people who only want you for what you can do for them. Just last week I had one friend call wanting advice on something dumb , one friend call wanting me to fit them in for an "emergency" at my work, one lady from the electricity company wanting me to pay my overdue bill. It gets tiring.

My life is full of stupid instructions. I found myself staring at the container of Orange Juice before. For ages. I was only following instructions...the side of the container said "Orange Juice CONCENTRATE !"
I saw a sign on the freeway the other day that said “Next Turn Off Left”. For the next 1km I racked my brain to think of reasons a turn off would just pack up and go.
Oh, and this label on the side of a blank CD. The first three you probably wouldn't do, but it's handy to know. The last one however... hmmm. :








My life is full of cheese. The edible kind (like gouda, feta and gorgonzola), and also the non-edible kind (like Hasselhoff, Zoolander and Nova FM music). I think I need to be edgier. A bit more indie. Maybe a tattoo of the Hoff.

My life is full of sick people. Not "sick" as in keep body parts in the freezer and touch animals inappropriately, sick as in "oh my god i'm going to die of this cold". I don't seem to get sick very often, but there is always someone around me that's complaining about something. "My nose is leaking like a tap." Yeah, well that's just stupid! A properly installed tap shouldn't leak anyway! Serves you right for getting that non-English speaking plumber who uses cheap parts.
Although at least there aren't any major illnesses going around at the moment for people to get all hypochondriacal about. Gee, remember when the Bird Flu was apparently around, everyone was lining up for immunizations and stuff. There are so many conflicting stories about it, and especially where it originated.. I heard it started in Europe, and actually came from Turkey. But then someone else said it came from Chicken, so now I'm confused.

My life is full of strange Taxi drivers. There's the one who told me I have "beautiful hair". There's the one who told me www.adultmatchermaker.com is the best place to get "jiggy jiggy". And there's the one who dropped me off at 4am the other morning who told me to "have a nice night". I don't know what he thought I was going to get up to, but I was straight into bed.

My life is full of people who act smart. Not "smart" as in discussing the atomic weight of suspended hydrogen particles in molecular dysmorphia..."smart" as in "Your Mama's so fat ..when she steps on the scales it says 'to be continued'."
Although if you think about it, if they were actual "smart" people, being "smart" to eachother, they might have come up with something like "Your mother's so fat... she might have a genetic disorder linked to an inability to breakdown lipids inside the body."

My life is full of buying things on ebay. And not useful things either. I have to admit I got excited when I bought a “time machine to transport you to the 80s” from ebay, only to receive a broken watch with a picture of Boy George on it.

And finally (for now), my life is full of the internet. I couldn't live without it. The constant checking of emails, and just generally googling stuff. If it were an olympic sport I'd have a gold medal by now.
My brother setup my computer and he's a little bit internet security obsessed (and paranoid). He has all these firewalls and stuff installed...some websites don't even load properly. In fact he has so many popup blockers installed my toast wouldn't come up this morning.

Friday, 6 July 2007

What was that?

Do you ever hear songs, and think "what the hell did they say?"
Well, if you've ever played around on youtube, you might have come across some of the "misheard lyrics" videos.
Basically, people have interpreted songs as to how they think they go, with hilarious results.
There are some ordinary ones, but many are gold. Here are some highlights.
And some people say I, have too much time on my hands!

"Ain't no other man" - Christina Aguilera


"Even Flow" - Pearl Jam



"Say a little prayer" - Aretha Franklin


"Had a bad day" - Daniel Powter



"Say it right" - Nelly Furtado


"Black" - Pearl Jam







Well, I guess I did spend most of last night drinking beers by myself and pissing myself laughing at these, so obviously I do have way too much time. :|

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Good Old Hells Angels forever...

I'm sick of turning on the news and hearing about Alan Didak and his brush with the Hells Angels.
Everytime you hear a report the story has changed. It's like Chinese whispers.. It starts off with him leaving the strippers in a fast car whilst a gun is fired at police, and by the end of the day it's changed to him riding home on a unicycle after leaving a Kenny G concert.
The focus has suddenly shifted to a footy player.. when really it should still be on the gunman who killed an innocent person in the street!
I did hear that Channel 9 were interested in the story...maybe for a miniseries. Apparently Eddie called Alan Didak down to the studios so he could shoot a pilot, but Didak told him "No Eddie, that's not what happened...he shot a solicitor!"
Still, I guess the whole football link is an interesting one. Didak did spend some time down at the Hells Angels headquarters (presumeably baking cakes for homeless people). What if he was merely conducting business on behalf of the CFC? Hells Angels might have considerable wealth between them. You can see the headlines now :

"Hells Angels have just been announced as the new major sponsor of the Collingwood Football Club. The club will be relocating from the MCG to it's new home, Campbellfield Oval. Next week's match against St Kilda will be to the death."


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Monday, 2 July 2007

Lady Di, La-di-da.



So it's 10 years since Princess Diana passed away. She would have been 46 today.
I'm sure you would have caught some of the footage of the memorial on TV. It's a shame the real Queen couldn't be there to pay respect, but then again, Freddie Mercury died long ago too.
It's a defining moment in a lot of lives around the world, and I'm sure thousands have asked and answered the question "Where were you when you heard that Lady Di died?"
Me, not sure. I think I was on the crapper. Or as Di would have said "Sitting on the bogger."

To be honest, it's not something that really affected me. I was young, and didn't really now much about life around the world. I thought people from Albania had pink eyes and white hair.

Ten years is a long time. The world has changed immensely, and everyone seems to forget the other person that died in the accident : Dodi Fayed. I don't know if we're becoming more accepting of tragedy or what, but I suspect if news broke today that a "rich businessman died in Paris", people wouldn't bat an eyelid. They'd just assume some old guy croaked whilst having sex with one of the Hilton sisters.

People wont forget her in a hurry though. These days you can even hire Di impersonators, just in case you need a touch of poise and grace at your next corporate function/buck's night.

You do have to feel sorry for her children, Harry in particular. Not only does he have to live his life not getting to know his mother properly, but he has to endure red hair. I'm not sure what's worse, having to hear jokes like "What did Pink Floyd and Diana have in common? Their greatest hit was the Wall", or being called "Fanta Pants" for the rest of your life.

As a final rhetorical thought on the topic of Royalty, there are two things I've always wondered about the Queen :

1. Does the Queen sleep in a Queen size bed?
2. When the Queen gets asked for ID, does she just pull out a coin?