Mark Latham: the shane warne of politics

i have one thing and one thing to say about this whole latham saga of shame and patheticness, and that is: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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what a pathetic attack on the party that failed to make a yobbo PM. yes yes mr latham, the partys falling apart, with a leader who stands for nothing, of course we're still going to vote for them *cough*jerk*cough*

on the other hand, i must say that after watching lateline tonight i now adore tony jones. im full of admiration that he managed to take the high road and be polite to that jerk whilst interviewing him, and at th same time degrading him to such an extent that he was publically and extensively humiliated and shown up as the jerk that he is. in mean, the guy has style. he managed as well to force that "A-Grade asshole" not to name names as is his wont, and also accused him of hipocrasy in such a way that there was no way he could get out of it without blatantly dodging the question and looking like an idiot. give the man a coconut, he has done well!

in sadder news than the public decimation of dickheads, don adams died today. for those of you who dont know, he was the guy from that vastly amusing 60s show get smart, which i still own mulitple copies of. i spent this evening watching these multiple copies and realized what a truly great comedian we've lost. and he would have to be one of the few in the world who has been genuinely funny without degrading a single other person. there were no mother in law jokes, politics gags or even cracks at the police, just great, cheesy laughs. for all those who havent seen this brilliant show, find it, its worth a watch.

as to study, i survive only through picturing the supreme torture thats coming to those books once im done with them. and im getting paranoid. not only do i think every so often that im being poisoned by close family members, but i diagnose myself daily with colds, flu, heart murmurs, malaria, paranoia. its positively pandemic. neither is it healthy to spend entire days listening to nothing else matters over and over and over and over. in fact, metallica in general is not a sign of mental well being nor is it promoting a calm and happy state. i tried ben lee for that and just came out wishing for swift death.

well, i shal leave you for tonight my poppets, as tis late, tis in fact tomorro, which is more than a little disturbing, but, as annie said, the sun'll come out tomorro, which has to be promising, eh?

i shall leave you with photos of my 2 current favourite people

sweetdreams my sweetlings

toodlepip

rani

the modern metaphysical

to all of you who have studied the metaphysical poets, read this careful and tell me that there arent parrallels (see particularly 'To his Coy Mistress')

Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Whatever colors you have in your mind

I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile

Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile

His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean

And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile

Why wait any longer for the world to begin

You can have your cake and eat it too

Why wait any longer for the one you love

When he’s standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

I long to see you in the morning light

I long to reach for you in the night

Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

notice some thematic similarities? the references to the inevitablity of death, aging and seduction?! its all there, right in front of us, how did we never see this before?!

Music, when soft voices die

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

the modern age - yeecck! its ickyness in general

ok, ive had a somewhat random, probably completely left field odd thought.

ive been thinking alot about this whole idea of love at first sight. this is most likely a symptom of the thousands of american teen movies pouring this idea down our necks at a rate of knots. we've basically been conditioned to beleive in the idea that there is one person wandering around who is perfectly matched to you, and when you see them, you just know somehow.

now, being the cynical human being that i am, i can safely say that that is a load of tripe. its like hallmark sentiment, cheesy and touted on badly made card. in the words of someone or other "what an absolute crock!".

but, for the sake of arguement, what if true love did exist? ive come to the discovery that if such a thing did exist, we're going far too quickly for it. no, wait, hear me out, where do you famously see this whole 'love at first sight' stuff? thats right, jane austen, the brontes, all of those people. and what is different in their world? it all goes alot slower. therein lies the basic difference. now, my theory is this, if love at first sight did exist, we've basically made it impossible for such a thing to come to fruition.

think about it. you see hundreds of people every day that you will never speak to, know their names, or even breathe the same air as. all you have to do is take a quick car trip and there, bang, thats a hundred people in under half and hour. and what if, as is very likely, one of those it that for which your soul hungers and all that? well, in a few seconds theyre gone, and thats that.

Michael Jackson

You know, much as I'm loath to admit it, Michael Jackson is actually a f***ing good musician. Its an odd thing, but if you can sort of ignore the fact that he touches little children and looks like he's just been beamed down from the mothership, he's rather good.
for example, while listening to Billie jean and such interesting bits n pieces last night I found that there was actually something I'd rather listen to than the white stripes. Shocking, horrifying, yes, but true.

don't worry though, its over for the moment, and the whites are now firmly reinstated in my CD player.

anyhow, that's my epiphany over for the day
toodlepip my sweetlings
rani

the love monkey

cecily, megan, this post is dedicated to you.

while searching for a new bumper sticker today i came across this. i immediately thought of you.

and from there i shall move on so that my dedicated readership (whom i love dearly) is given the not entirely erroneous impression that youre into beastiality and other such abberations.

on other, more open and generally accessible topics my sweetlings, how are we all today? fine? good good, thats what i like to hear.

ive managed to find the anthem for our year for the next few months. don't stop by fleetwood mac. or more to the point the amazing cover by darren hanlon. much as i dont like to admit that sumone named darren could produce wonderful musical works, this guys really done a good one. i mean, come on, its got a banjo, everyone loves a banjo.......

and equally, ive found the anthem for the time after our exams. stay young by rick nelson originally i think, but later covered by donovan frankenreiter. its just perfect. but till then im hanging onto dont stop. n fact, i think ill throw in a few, or all of the lyrics. here we go

If you wake up and don't want to smile
If it take just a little while
Open your eyes and look at the day
You'll see things in a different way
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow
Don't stop, it'll soon be here
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone

Why not think about times to come
And not about the things that you've done
If your life was bad to you
Just think what tomorrow will do
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be
hereIt'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone

All I want is to see you smile
If it takes just a little while
I know you don't believe that it's true
I never meant any harm to you
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow
Don't stop, it'll soon be here
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone,yesterday's gone

so yes, i thought that was rather filled with pure, unadulterated appropriateness.


in other news i have tomorrow a meeting with our scary, botox-filled principal. ithink its rather special that she's acknowledging my existence. i even go so far as to hope that she'll learn my name just for the occasion, though i'm not overly hopeful. in fact, since im going with 3 other ppl, she'll probably just learn one of our names and address that person all the time. and since caits already bagsed the role of sitting in the corner looking shifty i need to find something for me to do. this is all, as some of you will know, in an attempt to get our act back, and we're bloody enraged about the whole thing. we've worked out the whole planaround the various scary militant power books selina and i have lately emersed ourselves in. theyve got all sorts of great tips like 'pose as a friend, act as a spy', and reminders not to cock your head to the side when you talk. at this very moment i am typing a list of points to bring up in the meeting tomorrow while eliminating the words 'thats unfair' from any part of it. is all good fun and an excuse to practise influencing people a la dale carnegie. wish me luck all, as i am dealing with the dark lordess im gonna need all th good will i can get.
the worst thing is, we did a 'dramatic read through' of the script today, and its solid gold. it will break my heart if we cant perform it. i have to say that the IT parts were still my favourite, but the science dept was coming pretty close. cait the genius wrote it and its become a sort of infusion between monty python and showboat and star wars. its brillinat i tell you! which is why we must succeed.

well, i must now leave you all to go on with your sad little lives as i am now going out to torture myself with exercise.
in selina's words, borrowed from mary poppins, "close your mouth michael, we are not a codfish"
and with that cheery thought,
toodlepip
rani