Wednesday, April 05, 2006

I think mice are rather nice...

There was a mouse in the house.

And I was thinking "Exterminate! Exterminate!" in a kind of Dalek-style voice this morning when I found out about it, so I bought mousetraps today.

Set them when I got home and caught it within about 15 minutes of setting the trap, but it wasn't dead, so I let it go outside (I really wanted it to run off and be free outside and live a long happy mousey life, because I like mice and really hate harming living creatures other than spiders).

Reset the trap, just because...

Another 20 minutes later or so, the trap goes off. It's the little mouse. Except this time the trap got him well and good. Took one look at the poor little mouse and burst into tears.

Poor mouse :(

I'm going to bury him tomorrow :(

England! England! Home!

*ptah, ptah* A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse... And that's enough Robin Hood: Men In Tights for now, because this is really about realising your dreams! Yes! Hurrah! No, not the nightmares...

Discovered this online today.

Apparently the British Council of Australia is offering a few thousand pounds for people who want to get scholarships for doing artystuff over in England with some English artists. And the ad for it all is rather funny in an odd kind of sarcastic grumpy way.

Poms will whinge.

Or if it's being grouchy, go to: SMH's thing of it.

Realise your dream creative scholarships to England... hmmm. Poms will whinge? I don't think Damien Hirst did enough whinging frankly! *teehee* Just being facetious... really, have a look at the video, it's kind of amusing.

The actual serious side of the site is here.

*dreams about England*

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

It's funny with words how there are some that you absolutely hate, others you don't mind, some you love...

Then there are words that you usually find irritating, but don't mind if certain people use.

Weird...

Just thinking that because I usually feel militant if someone calls me "girly" (as in, "How's it going girly?"), but there's one person who I know who I really don't mind him calling me that. Mainly because it makes me laugh...

Although laughter with wisdom teeth pain isn't all that much fun. Ironic.

2 found dead in Cyclone Larry's devestation

Habib's Cuban-style interrogation by Tom Allard juxtaposed with Vital lessons in Holocaust memories by David Humphries.

I know when I hear the name Habib, I always think of Fat Pizza and the character on there... But this is something that's a bit more worrying than that. Well, a lot more worrying (ohmoygooowrrd Habibiieee).

It's bad enough that the government is now something to be a lil bit more worried by (alert and alarmed), seeing as they've given themselves extra powers to spy on Australian's e-mails and SMS's (although as some have pointed out, it's unlikely that they'll listen to anything contained in them, seeing as they never listen to the Australian public on any other matter), but the police?

Well, I guess the police have always been a bit of a worry. But they're meant to be the ones helping to protect us from the people who'd do us harm rather than being the ones beating seven kinds of heck out of us, detaining us when we're innocent and stealing from us. And then the totally moronic response from Inspector Gary Buckley from Parramatta police of, "We will investigate and concerns he [Mamdouh Habib] has about the way he was treated."

"Any concerns" makes it sound like, "It was just a routine thing, what's he complaining about anyways? That we didn't send him home with a box of chocolates? What a silly man..."

Personally, I hope Mr Habib does sue. No-one should be treated by the police in that manner. To excuse allegations of that sort of thing and not start your own internal investigation is inexcusable.

As Justice Michael Kirby says, "Every act of discrimination by our Parliament and governments dishonours our nation. We honour the memories recorded in this book [the Holocaust book - read the article above] most worthily when we resolve to respect the freedoms and dignity of all people and to be vigilant for our own."

The same applies to the police force and general citizens.

Some interesting letters about it from today's Sydney Morning Herald:

Alerted and alarmed

Some might think that Michael Kirby's warnings, expressed in "Learn from Holocaust, says Kirby" (April 3), are a little far- fetched but, across the page, the report on Mamdouh Habib's treatment by the NSW police ("Habib's Cuban-style interrogation") suggests otherwise.

We need to be alarmed and alerted by such overkill, and a free press like ours is invaluable, for it enables us scrutinise the actions of our "authorities".
Gerhard Fricke Bundanoon

Nice work,
Herald. The juxtaposition of the Michael Kirby article and the report about the alleged questioning of Mamdouh Habib by our police is a timely reminder of where John Howard has led our country.

Habib has a growing number of strikes against him. Howard declared him guilty of terrorism without trial. He is a Muslim. His wife continues to wear her headscarf despite warnings from the gormless Bronwyn Bishop. Finally he made the mistake of offering information to police about a crime he witnessed. In fact he was acting on our Government's advice to "be alert …".

Now, like the rest of us, he is even more alarmed.
Peter Bennett Nelson Bay
From blog to book, a recipe for success by Owen Gibson

Maybe blogging isn't such a pointless activity after all. Hmm...

Monday, April 03, 2006

Lamb Chop!

Oh yes it's Lamb Chop's play-a-long where kids come to I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL WHAT, but I am in PAAAAAAAIN and want to hurt whoever invented wisdom teeth. Or go back to bed. I don't know, it's a toss-up between the two. Plus my face really hurts from smiling/laughing almost constantly for like five hours while talking to a friend yesterday... *rubs jaw*

There's something so much more obvious about pain when it's in your head area than when it's elsewhere. Somehow it just becomes everything that's in your current universe and that's really not a fun thing.

Praise be to the Lord for screamingly hot chai lattes, though. It's helping to soothe the wisdom teeth into submission and making me feel like the world is a better place for it. Oh, they're also warming, which is great on this rather nippy kind of day.

In other thoughts, how amazingly hot are guys who are not only funny, but have work ethic and can cook and do loads of other domestic things? Not that I can't do all of that kind of thing myself, but modern enlightened non-metrosexual men are really mreowr-worthy! Mmmm... chai latte...

:)

Oh, by the way, that pic is one I pulled off some dentistry site that's apparently of some really icky wisdom-teeth inflicted cyst or whatever. Mmmm... dinner-time reading!

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Ashtray Heart

Although... on second, or perhaps third, thoughts...

Tomorrow could be a day dedicated to Placebo, circa 1998-2000. And doing art, once I get things cleaned up in the house a bit from all of the cooking today. And do something about the front yard of the house at least.

Somehow Friday and today were just days that disappeared into absolutely nothing. I can't believe Saturday is almost over already. It's like somehow time's been condensed and sieved through the weekend.

But Placebo...

Always close to my girlish heart! Their androgenous feel, guys in makeup (something about a guy who can wear mascara/eye-liner... it's perhaps a Rocky Horror thing), heart-rending lyrics, sad but beautiful, amazing sounds, general affection for them... I guess because when my grandfather died, all that I could listen to for about a fortnight was Without You I'm Nothing. Nothing but that. So thank-you Placebo.

My Sweet Prince
Placebo


Never thought you'd make me perspire

Never thought I'd do you the same
Never thought I'd fill with desire
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed

Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

My sweet prince, you are the one
My sweet prince, you are the one

Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vein

Me and my valuable friend
Can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one X5

Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain

Me and you baby
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one X9
My sweet prince
My sweet prince

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Beetlebum
Blur

Beetlebum
What you've done
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
Get nothing done
You beetlebum just get numb
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum
Because you're young
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb
She'll make you come
Coz, she's your gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I'm gone


*sigh* I miss good, interesting, slightly angsty BritPop. I mean, it's not good to cling to the past, but back in the day when we were having Blur and Oasis duelling it out and The Prodigy smacking their bitches up, there was something just right in the world of music. It was kinda nice and mellow and you could spend a whole Sunday listening to it without thinking, "I want to throw this CD from my window!"

So tomorrow is going to be my dedicated BritPop day. I'll get out the Blur, Oasis, The Verve and other stuff like that and see if I still like it just as much as I used to. Sometimes nostalgia isn't all that it's cracked up to be, of course.
Meh...

Too tired to do anything more than quizes.

Must go to bed...

I hate kinda gross cold weather. Need to remember to order wood for the fire. The cold weather today reminds me of how icky Winter really can be here.
What Your Black Outfit Means

You're a sophisticated woman with big city taste.
You have a strong creative force - even if you don't wear the boldest clothes.
You tend to intimidate people. But the right guy won't be intimidated by you!

Designer match: Dolce & Gabbana

Signature accessory: Gold framed sunglasses
You are Bettie Page

Girl next door with a wild streak
You're a famous beauty - with unique look
And the people like you are cultish about it
Your Inner Muse is Thalia

You are most like this playful muse of comedy.
Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic.
You make people laugh until their sides split.
And you're always up for some play time!

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Caution: angry rant ahead

Separate court to deal with rape?

The NSW state government has been told that they should set up a separate court to deal with sexual assault cases. Sexual assault crimes have conviction rates among the lowest for any crime. As the stats say:

- 90% of reported assaults do not end up in conviction
- 17% of reported assaults do not end up in court
- 56% of defendants are found not guilty
- 30% are cleared by police within 180 days
- 8000 reported cases of sexual and indecent assault each year

It should also be noted that it's estimated that only one or two in ten people who have been sexually/indecently assaulted will ever report it to the police. The vast majority of attacks will be made by people known to their victim (approx 80-90%), and this can be something that works against the victim as it will be assumed that they consented or at least didn't mind (see below for more on this). It's crazy that there's more likely to be a conviction if some stranger has jumped on you from behind the bushes in the park than if a family friend or former boyfriend or whatever does basically the same thing.

Anyways, as the article says:

"The proposals are aimed at avoiding delays, boosting convictions and reducing the trauma for witnesses giving evidence against alleged attackers..."
"A criminal law expert at the University of NSW, Sandra Egger, said changes in the past 20 years to make trials more humane and encourage victims to report sexual assaults had not led to increased conviction rates.
"We have seen more people than ever coming forward to report crimes but at the same time we have had plummeting conviction rates," she said.
Associate Professor Egger said low conviction rates were often related to the sexist attitudes of jurors. "Sometimes jurors will assume that if a young woman is wearing provocative clothes or dancing provocatively or drinking alcohol on the dance floor it's an indication that she is sexually available and probably consented."
The co-ordinator of the Australian Centre for the Study of Sexual Assault, Dr Melanie Heenan, said specialised courts helped prevent unnecessary discussions of a witness's sexual history.
"


Isn't that a comforting thought!!! o.0 It's similar with the attacker-known-to-victim situation. And it's infuriating. When the hell will people start to realise that "No" actually does mean "No" regardless of whether the person's wearing a mini-skirt or neck-to-ankle Muppet suit, has had a few drinks or has only ever come into contact with alcohol through cough medicine, etc?!?!

Insight on SBS earlier this year focused on this topic and it was distressing to hear from victims who had been brave enough to go to court with it that when they were there, they were asked about what underwear they were wearing when it happened, how low-cut their top was, how attractive they were, what their "history" was, etc, as if ANY of that is relevant. Rape is about what the perpetrator did. That is what should be the focus!

It makes me so angry that these sort of crimes seem to be put in the "Oh she was asking for it by wearing/doing/drinking/thinking that" or "No doesn't actually mean no" or "She knew her attacker... obviously she was gagging for it!" or similar baskets. Women still are getting the blame for being raped, for men abusing positions of trust, for men using a woman's fear to get their rocks off...

And as a society, we're giving the message that it's okay to do, because hey, you won't be prosecuted! And if you do get to court, it's really likely that you'll get off there again. Why not rape some puppies while you're at it? Or join a rugby league team? I hear there's always spots to play for with the Bulldogs.

ARGHHHHHH!!!

Stupid "justice" system that doesn't work, stupid beliefs that people have about things! Excuses need to be stop being made for men (and women) who assault people in these kinds of ways.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Don't call me baby??

Oh my goodness.

I just got hit on by the phone company guy who called to ask if I was interested in getting broadband!!! o.0

He started out asking if I was interested in broadband, then he kinda got into flirting, and sang to me and then asked me if he could call me later when he got home from work!!!!! Ohmilord!

But it was really, really funny. He made me laugh really hard. Then he started asking questions about what I did, whether I was blonde or brunette, etc, told me how tall he was and commented I'd be at his nipple-height or so and all of this other stuff.

Who knows, he might just have been doing the flirting thing to try to convince me to do the broadband thing... I'd say that would prolly be it *lol*

So apparently he's going to call back tomorrow (re: broadband)... Deeply weird, though, but also amusing. I guess I can never say that life has dull moments.

*teehee* Just got off the phone with my friend Darren and he said he's not surprised, because I have a cute voice that would make people want to take me home, as well as being smart... All together now... awwww!

Dr Deli's Love Advice

My friend Mr Polarbear suggested that I start a love advice column...

The idea kinda tickled the fancy.

But at the moment, I REALLY have to get back to doing my work rather than trying to think while doing other things. I hate writing editorials! They always make me feel like cleaning and reorganising my desk instead. But it's a good feeling once they're finished.

So... the advice of Dr Deli? Hmm...

Just love and be loved, baby, everything is cool... ohhh wait, that was the Cupid guy in the episode of Daria where the holidays come to Lawndale. But you get the idea. The love dr is out! :-p

We will fight them on the beaches...


Check out Downwind Media.

I knew it wouldn't be long before there would be some great spoofs of the stupid Australian Tourism ad out there. And frankly, it's well-deserved *lol* Got to love the Australian ability to take the p!ss out of all kinds of situations, including tourism and Cronulla. Laughter being the best medicine and all... (or else you'd probably scream a lot).

On a more serious note, however, or as serious as I can be for a Wednesday afternoon while I'm procrastinating and trying to not do the editorial I'm meant to be writing at the moment, isn't it a wee bit scary that Australia's becoming more blunt in its racism? Like, there's some stuff I've read recently on the Sydney Morning Herald blogs like Sam and the City that's like, "Oh, Asians are like this..." or "Greeks are like this..." and I'm sitting there thinking, "Good Lord, when did we suddenly start ethnically stereotyping people again in public? Isn't that something we were meant to get over?"

It's like racism has become more "popular" or "acceptable," which is a worry. There are way too many people out there who seem to think it's okay to discriminate against or put down people from backgrounds different to their own. All the "illegal" immigrant crud and "que-jumpers" and all of that rubbish, Cronulla riots, detention centres, media like Today/Tonight that has features on "the foreign invasion stealing Aussie jobs" (that was a couple of weeks ago and I almost died of fright when I heard the ad for the show as my racism-alert-o-meter went off the scale), etc, etc.

GRRR!

But yeah, the fake ad's funny :) And it would probably be far more appropriate than the current one by the AT... Well, in terms of honesty at least. Altho maybe not the dingo...

Also worth a lookie-lookie: SMH article on it.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Desert Island..?

My officemate just said something about a poll that was conducted somewhere that ranked Saddam Hussein above Tom Cruise with a list of people you'd rather be stuck on a desert island with.

Quite frankly, I'm not surprised.

I mean, Saddam just seems like someone who you'd enjoy spending time with so you could annoy him by laughing at him pointing and shouting at things and not having his bodyguards around to do everything for him (such as kill you for laughing at him). After a while, once he's gotten tired of the shouting and pointing and realised it doesn't get him anywhere (like a kid having a tantrum), you know you could probably get him do what you want, such as make an impressive three-story treehouse of banana leaves, sticks and chewing gum or reinvent the wheel.

Tom Cruise, on the other hand, seems far more scary. Almost like he'd wait for you to fall asleep before killing you and eating your eyeballs or something. Or calling you Hubbard and insisting that the volcano on the island is the place where you should be rescuing thetans from or whatever. He's appear creepily even though you'd thought you'd left him behind on the other side of the island so you could catch some sun in peace without hearing the name "L. Ron" again for the morning... Or he'd jump on the treehouse couch and break it.

So, out of the two, definitely not the Cruise on the island.

Because somehow, inspite of it all, he's somehow much more scary than Saddam and you really don't want to think about what he could do if he ran Iraq... o.0

For something serious on Iraq, read the Baghdad Burning blog on the side under my blog links. It's just a little bit down from the bottom of this post... Yes... you should read it. Go on, click! :)
You know, it's funny.

I'm not a relationships guru, although people often ask me for advice. Not entirely sure why, perhaps I look like I know the answers to some of the mysteries of the universe or something like that. But really, the only major thing I've learnt so far in observing my own and other's relationships is that communication is super important.

Seriously!

You wouldn't believe how many people don't talk to each other about things! They've got a problem. What do they do? They talk to someone else. You suggest that they talk to the person they're dating or whatever about the issue and they get all, "Ohh... but..."

NO BUTS! *shakes fist*

You have a problem, you suck it up and talk to the person, even though it could mean that there's some bits of life that will cause you some pain. Be honest. Grow some bollocks! Get off your high-horse with them if you're feeling superior and try some honesty (and I mean genuinely honest, not honesty to hurt or manipulate or whatever). Talk through problems with your significant other. Stay calm and be reasonable.

Oh, and realise that life isn't all sunshine lollipops rainbows and butteflies :-p

Monday, March 27, 2006

*teehee*

The Sam and the City blogs on the Sydney Morning Herald site are kinda starting to make me want to scream, were it not that the scream wouldn't last long with this 'flu thing I've got. Okay, so I don't have to read them, but they're kind of like a car crash. Or watching Iraq war commentary. You know it's really wrong and totally stupid but kind of fascinating at the same time.

But I agree with a comment made on the Why Women Cheat installation of the column by someone called "Jumbles," who says: It seems like this site was put here to get new ideas for an aging soap opera. After almost every post, you can hear, 'Like sands through the hour glass...'"

Even more amusing was the blog about whether or not women and men could be friends (see here) without wishing to mount each other at the nearest opportunity. Platonic relationships *gasp* What a concept! How silly so many people are.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Leprosy!


*lol* No, not really...

I just stepped on the paint tin lid :-p

Painting... another successful weekend! I got three walls double coated with undercoat and have gotten used to using the roller. Yay me :D Really happy with the way things are going.

It's crazy how bright the undercoat makes the room, though. Such a difference from the rather light-sucking tan suede-effects colour that it was. In a weird way, though, it kind of makes the rooms look smaller or something. Although the room is totally cluttered from moving everything around (and I'd just cleaned it all on Friday ~ argh!). Guess I'll have to work on some art for walls and whatnot to create more depth...

Saturday, March 25, 2006


Mmm... I love my quilt cover :)

Really tempted to go shopping again tomorrow, rather than painting. Although I should stick with the painting. It's going really well and I'm super inspired by how gorgeous the wall looks in the main area. Definitely have to go over the other rooms again now tho... *lol*

Still, it's good to learn how to use the roller thingy before I get to doing the topcoat ;)

Guy on Parkinson referring to George Bush: "We now have another American president who makes Ronald Regan look positively Einsteinian..." Ahh, Parkinson, how I love thee...

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Okies, so a number of athletes from the Sierra Leone team have gone "missing" while they're here in Melbourne for the Commonwealth Games.

Sorry, but is that just too much of an effort to become an illegal immigrant, if that's what they're trying to do? Like, get up early every morning for training, do lots of exercise, run around, work your butt off to get into the Commonwealth team, get sponsors, blah blah, just to say to yourself, "Yeah, now I'm here, I think I'll bugger off into the suburbs!"

Hmm... Oh well :)

Apparently a number of athletes from the same country did that at the last Commonwealth Games and people from communist countries used to do it with the Olympics. As good an excuse as any, and probably safer than a rickety boat anyways.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Okie...

The question that has plagued women for centuries and I was just talking about it with Clare.

But...

WHERE ARE ALL THE DECENT MEN!?

I mean, we all know where to find the relatively crummy ones. Or the really, really crummy ones. There's too many of them around, frankly.

What I mean is where are the guys who are smart, witty, articulate, socially aware, independent, motivated, considerate, nice to animals and the elderly, monogomous (rather than polyamorous), non-psycho, not posessive, enjoys a good laugh, stimulates my mind, encourages those around him to grow and enjoy challenges, etc, etc.

Okie, so I know a few guys like that. But they all seem to be into the stick-thin women! Arghh! Just because I'm not a size 6 doesn't mean I want to settle for dating some complete knobjockey guy, thank-you very much. One guy in particular I know just totally amazes me with how he's all that and a banana split. But ya... *shrugs*

Other guys I've met lately include total pervs (ewwwww *bashes them over the head with crusifix and garlic cloves*), way too possessive and jealous (which makes me run miles in the opposite direction, even if they are cute), cute but dumb, awesome but unattractive, etc, etc, or just a wee bit too old.

It's vaguely depressing.

Still, on the whole, being single is kinda fun :)

How cool is that! That's definitely serious hattage there. Although it kind of looks like a cake meets a hat meets Cyclone Larry. All in all, kind of funky. And scary. But mostly funky.

London's Alternative Fashion Week.

Mr Hell, do you know what an election even is!?

No Pokies MP hits jackpot.

I love Nick Xenophon.

No, not in like a personal kinda way, but you know. He's got a cool name. He's got integrity. He's got credibility. He's got a conscience. He's a politician with a heart AND soul (rather than a shard of flint and a contract with Satan).

I voted for him in my first election way back whenever in South Australia *misty-eyed moment, chorus of angels disguised as doves burst forth from scale replica of ark of the covenant*

Sad to not have more politicians like him around when voting in NSW during the elections there. Haven't found anyone vote-worthy here in Victoria, either. Call me idealistic, but I like to vote for politicians who stand for something decent. Sooooo... the Greens it shall be, I suppose. Unless the Democrats do something spectacular sometime between now and next year to show that they're actually going to stick to their old motto of keeping the such-and-such's honest.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Mmmm... donut...

You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut

A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.
On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.
You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.
Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.