smells like fun: 02/01/2002

Monday, February 25

Yesterday the Tropicana Film Festival was on at the Domain, and once again, we went. I was feeling a little toasted after being at the beach all saturday with Treen, but I managed to power on like a trooper.

Gosh it's a hard life.

Friday, February 22

Is Committed one of the worst movies ever made or what? What was Heather Graham thinking when she signed on for that total piece of crap?

I'm on a roll with crap movies at the moment it seems. I joined up with the new Blockbuster on Norton Street today and made the mistake of hiring Tombraider as my "free rental upon membership deal" thing.

Winona is a political prisoner of this fascist society we live in that won't let multi-millionaires steal things. Free Winona!

Wednesday, February 20

After reading Karl Kruzelniski's Latest Great Moments in Science on the toilet today, I learnt that if I ever recieve a nasty flesh wound full of pus and gangrene-causing bacteria I should clean it by allowing blowfly maggots to eat away the dead flesh. Karl reckons it's the best thing because it makes the wounds heal much quicker. I must remember that for next time.

I am ELMO.

I'm cute, cute, as a button!

Which Sesame Street Character Are You?

I am excited that there are now some additions to the cool cache of neighbours moving in around the corner from my house- Louisa, Madeline, Jamie and Felicity. Now I have an extra people I can laze around with on Norton street, reading and drinking coffee. CooL! Leichhardt certainly has come a long way in the almost 3 years I moved here from Glebe. I used to be such a Glebe-ite that I had literally never been further west along Parramatta Road than the Student Prince Hotel (now a brothel apparently). But I love it here now, apart from the odd crazy person and the constant car thefts.

Yay! I am now a member of the blog girls web ring.

Tuesday, February 19

Ok I take that last bit about dogs back.

I just read in the paper there is a cat-killer terrorising Leichhardt. Eleven moggies have been kidnapped, their bellies sliced open and their guts pulled out. Their sad little bodies then get dumped on the corner of the road just near Leichhardt High School. What kind of sick bastard would kill cats when there are so many annoying dogs in the world?

Blah blah blah

Sunday, February 17

I hate starbucks. I was forced to go there for breakfast this morning by Ken, who wanted to get an "iced mango frappacino" before he went to work. When you line up to give them your order, an androgenous person behind the counter asks for your name and writes it on the cup, and then the barista (ie. the americano McDonaldised joke version) calls out your name when it's ready. So when he/she (ie. the androgenous person behind the counter) asked my name I said "Odette".

"My that is a luuverly name!" said he/she. When the barista (ie. the americano McDonalised joke version) called out "Regular flat white for ..[pause]... Odette" and I jumped up from my faux cosy corner lounge chair to grab it, Ken laughed so hard he snorted iced mango frappacino through his nose.

Thus was I revenged for being forced to goto starbucks for breakfast.

Friday, February 15

I forgot to mention that someone sent me a flying heart sms yesterday for valentines... who was it? There was no number tag so I don't know where it came from. Oooooooh mystery!

Thursday, February 14

This coming Saturday I will be attending what has been billed as the greatest Rugby League comeback match of all time, between the South Sydney Rabbitohs and St George Illawarra. Actually I have to go because I'm working there but that's another matter. As you all know, the Rabbitohs are the darlings of Sydney at the moment, and if they aren't too full from the BBQ's that Russell Crowe keeps having for them it should be an interesting match.

I wonder if Tom Cruise will be seen there this weekend? After all he was a Souths supporter when he was married to our Nic, (haha! snort!) but as my father has repeatedly said, he is probably too busy supporting a local bull-fighting tournament in Mexico City, the wanker.

As a gracious nod to the fact that George Bush has been nominated for a nobel peace prize, as a weary aquiescent sigh to the fact that the line between GOOD and EVIL has been blurred beyond belief- I have updated my questionaire poll. Who IS the greatest evil bastard of all time?

Unfortunately when I did this I lost the stats on everyone's favourite vegetable, so I will record the results here for prosterity. Potato came first, followed closely (2 votes behind) by Stephen Hawking. A long way behind in third place was carrots, and the most unpopular was of course, peas. I could have made it easier and added things like brussel sprouts or squash or cabbage- but I was keen to delve deeper into that great mystery of the middle-ground-equally boring and hated vegetables, your peas and carrots essentially. Thank you to all participants.

Saturday, February 9

Coffee time at the Grind cafe on Norton Street, Leichhardt, Sydney, Australia, Southern Hemisphere, the world. I am off to meet Sera and her darling boyfriend Andrew, and Amanda. Mocca me up baby.

Hurrah hurrah! you know that feeling when you wish you could strangle a flatmate because of how unbelievably annoying they are? Well I am currently nursing that feeling, but am also able to enjoy the counter-emotion of joy because of the fact that we asked him to leave and have given him notice to do so. Hurrah hurrah! No more smelly flatmate!

Friday, February 8

The definitive rules for backyard cricket has just been released by Jeff. I think it is unbelievably sexist but then I already hated backyard cricket unless there's a bbq going on and i'm drunk with nothing better to do.

Once my vegetable poll is all tallied up, I'm going to start a new poll as to whether I should stay in Sydney or get a job in Osaka.

I'm currently in my brother's apartment in Pyrmont, listening to my sister scream at the playstation because the car isn't driving the way she wants it to.
(sister says that is crap, playstations are evil)

Wednesday, February 6

I heard that George Bush has been nominated for a nobel peace prize. Gee whiz. Why don't they give one to HITLER and MUSSOLINI while they're at it? What about Gadafi, Saddam or Stalin, or Pol Pot? Or how about a retrospective nobel to Napoleon or Ghengis frickin' Khan?

Am I living in the world or am I asleep in bizzaro land?

Tuesday, February 5

For some reason the potato seems to be winning my latest opinion pole. And here's me thinking that peas would romp it in.

Monday, February 4

Can you believe I just had a fight with my parents about how many legs a spider has? My mum wanted to know and dad said "six". When I said "um no dad it's actually eight" he didn't believe me and made me go on the internet to find a site that proved it.

Sigh.

A few days ago I boldly stated that The Young Ones was the best ever comedy show to come to our shores via the UK, perhaps still beating Ali G because it is not unbelievably misognyst as is the latter. But since then I have been introduced to something, dare I say it- even better than the Young Ones- it's called the league of gentlemen and is on the ABC at 10pm monday nights. Bloody bloody funny, but the ones on telly at the moment are series two, and you kinda have to watch from the beginning to get the gist of it, ala buffy. It is about a tiny village of crazy inbred people with very interesting and psychotic hobbies such as serial killing, but what makes it more interesting is that all 20 or so characters are played by the same 4 guys. Rooly rooly good.

I have also added a mini-poll. Please take some time to answer the poll, as I am thinking of going into marketing and would like the honest thoughts and opinions of you all.

I have added a guest book on the advice of Pete so that the mad flood of celebrities and rock gods who keep visiting this site can record their thoughts for prosterity. Give it a go dear friends, and tell me what's on your mind!

Friday, February 1

And I might also add that I'm glad yummyAlex Lloyd topped the Triple J hottest 100 and not Alien Ant Farm as I had once feared [see last week's entry for pertaining dribble]. Now that he has topped the list I don't need to keep my love for him quiet- YES! - I am an Alex fan stepping out of the closet and I refuse to hide my Black the Sun CD from the scornful eyes of my brother and sister ANY LONGER!

And I (not being one to name drop shamelessly) might also add in a curious tie-in with my earlier comments on Rod Stewart at the Entertainment Centre- Frazer, one of the guys I work with used to be in a band with Alex called Mother Hubbard. My it's a small world eh? Actually I just threw that in because I now feel safe enough to reveal my plan to stalk Alex Lloyd (he lives somewhere in Balmain apparently), after I bribe Frazer to tell me where he lives. Methinks this plan is unlikely to work, but it will sure pass the time... until I get chucked in jail that is.

ACHTUNG! Be warned if you open that link to Rod Stewart's web site you're in for some sound clips that will make your ears bleed and some photos of the mullet-king himself that will make your eyes sting (and possibly bleed along with your ears).

Today I applied for 20 jobs and visited Ken at work at the Sydney Entertainment Centre. Thank god I didn't have to work tonight because it was the... the...ergh...I can't even say his name without a reflex gag...Rod Stewart concert. Imagine 12,000 screaming 50-something year old women on menopause-staving-off drugs going bonkers over a man who looks like an animated mop (and dances like one too I might add). Bloody heck.

smells like fun