you know, it's all my mothers fault i'm this way!

as i contemplate my future winter fashion choices and what i will put with what, it dawns on me the obvious impact 1950s and 60s fashion icons have on me. in some subliminal way, twiggy, bridget bardot, marianne faithfull, lauren bacal, edie sedgwick and of course janet leigh with their unique brand of amazingness have snuck into my wardrobe dreams. yes i dream of clothes, what of it! it's a nice reprieve from the giant badger with his good friend the knife wielding clown! but i digress....

i'm not naive, i know that fashion goes in cycles and my love of these amazing women is a result of what is 'cool' at the moment. still, i think my love for these radtastic ladies ('cept ole edie, not sure how to reason her away. that's her there btw.) is perhaps a product of my upbringing. good looking, clever, independent but still with nice husbands, wealthy, blonde = my mum. doesn't really explain why i have their haircut, but i suppose it could shed some light on why i do seem to enjoy somewhat of a 60s lifestyle. i mean for god sake i just bought a bicycle from that decade!

art, film, music, the sexual revolution, the pill, BARBARELLA, more sex, pop art, easy rider, the free speech movement, the original star trek series, hippys, mick jagger before plastic surgery, minimalism, 2001: a space odyssey, CREAM (the band, you dirty birds), the civil rights movement, screen printing, the beatles, more drugs, oceans eleven (original NOT remake), beehives, more rock n' roll, mini-skirts, the mamas and the papas, goldfinger AND dr. no, warhol, the bikini, jimmy hendrix, nehru jackets, planet of the apes.

i could go on, but i really should stop now while i can. anywho, i know i have an incredibly idealised vision of this era but still assassinations, wars and prime minister swimming misshaps not with standing, if the tardis were to come by i'd definitely ask william hartnell for a lift back to a more revolutionary time.

ding dong the witch is dead! well, at least for another year.

i really could not give two shits about who won the third australian series of sytycd! i can't believe these illiterate half wits really think winning this competition that is supposedly, 'showing australia the world of dance', is going to make a blind bit of difference if they audition overseas. you will get turned down for the chorus on broadway but hey that laminated certificate from channel ten will keep you warm at night. then again, if you do get a spot in the back of the chorus in the matinée performance of 'wicked' during its 150th week you can feel proud that you will be doing the world a service. because, the world needs more musicals. hang on, wait. no sorry that isn't right. we learn nothing from musicals that we couldn't get of a life insurance ad on morning tv or the lovely and talented tina fey.

sytycd, or as i like to call it, 'stop crying about your precious "art form", cut your hair and get a job you pliet doing, tight wearing, pop music loving wanker!'....not sure that my title would take off. i mean, can u image the acronym.

ALSO, if it is so incredibly hard to speak because you are obviously somewhat disturbed from over stretching; how about practising what you are going to say before a camera is shoved in your face. these dancers need to get it through their tiny little minds that, stringing a sentence together without using the word "like" five times is important to us. we need to believe you have a brain that is slightly larger than roadkill if you expect us to reach across the couch for our mobile phones. moreover, their sob stories are either lacking in originality or far too elaborate. crying all over national tv twice a week about your dead granny with her kitty that has diabetes and the only way you can get it money for medicine is to dance your little heart out. ever heard of the saying, 'keep it simple stupid!'.

maybe it should be, 'shut up mr. jumpy you're pissing me off!' though, can't see that being really appropriate for the 7.30pm time slot. ooh well back to the drawing board.

a sweet present for you all!

to celebrate the mighty release of villa cola's debut album, 3 lucky readers get a hug from ME! yep that's right A HUG! 'score!', i hear you say? and if that doesn't wet your appetite, i also bring tidings of musical joy.

all the way from sexy london this super rad band gives you some fab fresh indie tunes. mewbox recently gave the band a rave review, 'villa cola has managed to fuse these sounds together creating music with deep punk roots, rockn' roll vocal stylings, and hitting synth beats.'. see the whole article here.

you will soon be able to buy their album on itunes (i'll keep you posted) or for now you can buy yourself a piece of cd history at their official website. intrigued? well, the bands first single 'seconds' also has a sweet vid. double click for fun fun fun!

a german in jail, scandalous!

when i get on a tangent its hard to get off it. germans. sport. what can i say i'm a creature of habit.

the famous atheist richard dawkins has started thinking big and i LOVE it! he is all set to arrest the pope! it amazes me that this could actually happen. he has got some pretty smartie pants lawyers onside. this times article caught my eye. there is precedence, you atheists/agnostics hold onto that!

can't wait to see the prada pope in unflatering vertical stripes. bah ha ha ha! oh how the immoral elite have fallen. or will fall, hopefully. oh gosh, i'm so going to hell.

lightspeed champion!

now see that funny looking dude there? his name is devonte hynes and he is also known as lightspeed champion. the guy has a very cool album out called 'life is sweet! nice to meet you.' and 'tis good shit! he is slightly insane though, in the good me kinda way.

his album is an odd mix of elvis, grandiose chorus', indie cool and chamber music. and if that doesn't sell it to ya he tricked me into thinking he was british and he is TEXAN! not to mention his affinity to dress up as princess leia for a charity performance....not sure what he and his band were raising money for.

well, i like the song 'the big guns of highsmith'. check 'em out -> http://www.myspace.com/lightspeedchampion

exercise is for once a by-product of looking cool.

i am currently bidding on a sweet vintage bicycle on ebay. look there it is! isn't she pretty? yes 'she' don't look too much into it. i think i might call her evangeline. anywho, i calculated last week when getting petrol that i hadn't bought petrol for 5 weeks! 5! how cool is that?! still, not THAT surprising. since getting a sweet new job not 10 minutes walk from where i live and university parking sucking so very hard, i only really use my car to shlep my arse to physie in figtree once a week.

also, the people at my work have been peer pressuring everyone into getting a bike....you know to be cool. i'm perfectly capable of rationalising the slight expense as a way of keeping my current employment. that and well parking inspectors love to book me, not getting parking fines will pay for the bike even if i don't win evangeline and am forced to buy one from melbourne, where all the cool bikes live apparently.

rationalisation over. will take some pretty pictures of me on it as soon as i have it.

this is why englishmen are the way to go....

'cause they are ugly and clever. david mitchell will you marry me? or at the very least let me wear your brain for a day? i'd give it back, maybe. i have a free hatbox and everything. check this shit out, yo!