WTF?

Click on the pic to see the whole series. Seriously, WTF? Russian translation websites tell me the label on the bottle says “wine product” and “Cahors wine”, Cahors being a wine region in France. Wacky. I should really get some work done. Advertisements

Young, happy conservatives

From the department of the bleeding obvious, the Oz tells us young people — as in under 25s — are increasingly conservative and more likely to vote for Johnny than Big Kim . . . while they’re living with parents saving up for a mortgage, going to church and getting ready to get married and…

Contradictions

I seem to have good luck with storms. Made it home just before the whopper that’s currently sitting directly over my house, judging by the very loud and very immediate cracks of thunder. Storms and raffles. Not much luck with anything else at the moment, which is a cryptic comment about last night. Cryptic even…

Considering abortion? Don’t!

One of the more amusing aspects of reading the Israeli newspapers, as I occasionally do, is the advertising. In the English-language versions of the papers, most of the ads are aimed at extracting cash from diaspora (which in the Israeli mind means American) Jews. Thus naff and overpriced Israeli army surplus gear or evil and…

Help yourself

A friend of mine who is lovely, attractive and intelligent, but has trouble landing a decent bloke, convinced me recently to read her copy of He’s Just Not That Into You, which she swears (only partly ironically) has changed her life. Some other friends were having a rant today about that other bestselling relationships manual,…

Why I am not communications minister

Tough job being communications minister, I reckon. On one side you’ve got your beloved coalition partners the Nationals saying they won’t budge on phone services in the bush. And on the other side you’ve got Telstra saying it will lose squillions of dollars if the government enforces the pricing set by the ACCC to give…

Politics geek

Occasionally I worry about me. Why is the highlight of my day, if I’m sick or working from home on a weekday, watching question time in parliament? Why is it the return of Lateline has brought me more joy than most things in the last month or so? Why was the most entertaining thing I…

Pop genius

Over the last six months I’ve become a half-hearted gym junkie having joined the evil cult next door to work. I still hate gyms, but the desire to live longer has helped me overcome my distaste. Why, for example, do they assume men only like to do weights and women prefer cardio, thus putting all…

Good to be home

Weird-arse day. Aside from the usual work-related craziness, met a nice young (-er than me, anyway) woman for coffee on Chapel St. Nothing particularly weird about that, you say dear reader, only — embarrassing admission time — the whole thing was set up by my father and her uncle who know each other from synagogue….

Romantic pictures for v-day

In breach of who knows how many copyrights and/or boundaries of good taste, presenting my v-day random image* gallery . . . *images selected from recent livejournal posts

Romantic thought for v-day

My bratty teenage sister was shopping with my mother earlier today and they had an argument about mobile phones so my sister ran off. She eventually made her way home. A fairly unremarkable event, but it reminded me of when I was going out with C early on in the relationship, once in a while…

Desperately seeking . . . a root

A not-very-subtle survey of 1,000 random Australians found some not-very-subtle answers about online dating. About a third of the people surveyed said they’d used online dating and roughly half of those said it was to find a “casual relationship or friendship”. Why so coy? Why not call a fuck a root? OK, I’ll admit to…

Meeting Eddie

This afternoon I met Eddie Perfect. I’ve bought his two CDs and seen him live at the Opera House and Woodford. And it turns out he’s a friend of my friend’s sister. Small world or wha? He was doing a small and unadvertised live show to warm up for a national tour. And thanks to…

Terribly confusing

I said the other day I didn’t want to get into the pro-life vs pro-choice terminology argument. I still don’t, but suffice to say I think both terms are hopelessly prejudicial. And support somtimes comes from the most unexpected quarters. For example, you’ll never guess who said this . . . I would like the…

Pot-smoking loonies

I figured while I’m in Melbourne for a week I might as well read The Age instead of my usual local tabloid. Not that it’s helped; the problem isn’t so much the reporting as the subject matter. The PM and the premiers have decided to make big pronouncements about passing stricter marijuana laws as part…

Sure it’s a media beat-up, but . . .

Overblown tennis brat Lleyton Hewitt failed to show up to a charity fundraiser for the Special Olympics, claiming he had a sore foot. Today it emerged his allegedly sore foot didn’t stop him playing golf with Pat Rafter instead. The organisers even offered to pick him up by helicopter to avoid straining his poor old…