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Men What I Love

Posted on August 5th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Well, that Chris Morris is a funny, clever bugger, isn’t he? Rhetorical. B and I actually got to go out, like grown ups, on a date and everything last week. (even though Spike was a sick as a dog – thanks Nana and Papa!) We went to the pictures. The moving, talking pictures. MIFF is in full swing, or about to finish, I can’t be expected to keep up with ALL the details – but since we heard the first sniffs of an idea Mr Morris had for his first full length feature film we’ve been hanging out to see it. Four Lions is about as dangerous a topic you could chose and is expertly thrown at the screen like no other could have managed. How DO you make a funny movie about terrorism?

Traditionally Jihadist extremists (redundant) are fare more suited to intense documentaries or bang, smash, blowing-shit-up Oliver Stone movies. Of course Chris Morris looked in that box marked, “Suicide Bombers” and he thought, “I can make them sympathetic, funny characters.” And for this, he is a show off. The fact that he succeeded soooo expertly makes him an Epic Smarty Pants. He directed too, of course and it’s beautifully shot. From hidden point of view conversation snatches to the wildly brutal panoramas of Terrorist Training Camps and the stunning mayhem of midtown London on Marathon Day – it just takes your breath away. The story is dangerous, ridiculous and farcical and honest in every way. The laughs, as the best laughs do, come out of shocking dark corners and serene human innocence. It’s no secret I want to smash this man’s head open and move in with his brain, it must be SO divine to be in there, all day. See it. Love it. Erect a Chris Morris statue in your yard and get to worshippin’!

Another man what I love with my lips teeth and gums is US comedian, Louis CK.

Louis is a killer stand-up. A comics comic whom also reaches across to the front of the room becomes an audiences comic. Pretty impressive. Google the lad, you’ll thank me afterwards. Now Louis had a short lived HBO show called Lucky Louie which I hated. Not because of him, cause he rocked. Or the supporting cast, which were great. I hated the look of it, the $3.20 spent on each episode really showed. It was jarring and off putting. And the dialogue seemed more about ’shocking’ than ‘delivering’ and that kinda sealed the deal. Of course I watched them all – I love Louis but watching Lucky Louie was never a satisfying feeling. Now, coming full circle, Louis has a genius new show on FX (FX the same network that gives us Archer – OMFG I LOVE Archer) and you need to sell your kidneys to get a hold of a copy. It’s what Seinfeld would have been if Seinfeld was an edgy, brutally honest comic brimming with self loathing and bravado. The opening scene below (from Ep 2) is one of the most honest representations of a bunch of comics hanging around together ever captured on screen. It sets the tone for the series, for mine. Louis writes, directs and hullo EDITS this show on his Mac… the very thought of so much creative control makes me faint with desire. Unbridled, envious, desire. The best news is, Louie just got picked up for another 13 eps. NO ONE deserves more shows like Louis. This series should be held up as an example of how all ’sitcoms’ should be made. Love. It. Hard.

And this has been a episode of Men What I Love. Those two are smashed up hard at the top of my list. Just under these three.

Bliss! Yup, nothing beats those three…

Me xxoo

Louis twitters here.
I twitter here and there.
Spike even has a go, here.

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Ladies Choice

Posted on June 25th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Marvellous, congratulations by default Australia, you’ve just purchased your new One Lady Prime Minister Kit. Definitely a trade up from the Pompous Fop Who Was Only Appealing In The Face Of Another Snivelling Howard Term kit of yesteryear. It’ll be nice to have some tasteful doilys and aprons back in Kirribilli House. SO much nicer than Monster Trucks in the driveway and posters of skeletons on the toilet in the Visiting Dignitaries Shitter downstairs. I think the ranga ferret will be an interesting addition to the head of the party table. And plus, it’s great that someone will be in charge of bringing a plate to meetings. Boys have much to much on their minds to be trusted to remember the lammies each week! That is, a girls job.

I’ve particularly enjoyed the media frenzy surrounding the event. The long drawn out verbal diahorrea of the morning show host as they wait for the control room to spit into their ears, “The Ranga’s walking! Cross to Canberra, the Ranga is walking!” My favourite unattributed [because I can't find the original link] squit was the person who said, “Not only is she unmarried, but lives with a man and has no children. Something that could be considered a failure, in life.” Oh yes, thank you. Please say it again but drop it an octave.

Not to mention the minute-filling vox pops – oh man on the street, you are a televisual feast to behold. You are your very own kind of perfection. “I woulda never voted for a woman, but I don’t want that other mongrel, either.” “Eh, makes no difference to me.” “Couldn’t give a stuff, mate.” That last two are my favourite. They obviously had more of these responses than any actual opinion as these non comments made up most of the to-air grabs.

There’s no pomp or circumstance, no Obamaesque air of occasion or history being made. Just as shift, a subtle shift in power. In figureheads. Not even real power as far as I can determine. I’m not anti-Ferret, far from it. I like her stick-to-it-ness and her downright fantasbo bogan accent. The hair I pay for, what a hue! I’m looking forward to the anti sanctimonious chats by the kitchen sink and mostly, I’m looking forward to the lammies. I want jam and cream in mine.

Get cracking, Jules.

Another Little Lady x

PS Don’t forget to pair my socks before you come to bed. Thanks.

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JoosyJune

Posted on June 10th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

May skidded by with barely a nod nor wink. Fine, be that way, May. Who needs ya?

I have been busy in that pathetic way where you’re busy but busy doing absolutely nothing you really want to be doing. It’s draining and spirit crushing. Where’s my own creative outlet? Where’s my bag of free money? Where’s my friggen waistline!? Speaking of the latter, I had a nice night out with a salacious bunch of tarts AKA The Play Group Moms. We’ve become a much more autonomous group this year with our kids going off to different kindergartens (or jail) but getting together is like Old Home Week. Love ‘em. Love ‘em one and all. Even the really tall, thin, hot one. Damn you, Dawson! Also had a nice night on the curry n booze with Rinne Roo. I spent 99% of it complaining about my ‘career’ and she topped off my glass (in an effort to quell the whinging, one assumes) the other 1% we spent jubilantly trowelling through any local gossip would could muster – oh and judging other peoples lives. Heh That’s the advantage of being SO above them all. The judgement. The harsh but fair judgement.

The kids continue to amuse on a mostly, daily basis. Their antics are here and here. The movie my beloved B and I are both waiting-not-at-all-patiently to see is here All hail MIFF which is showing it, next month. And my favourite drool time website is here. What a full and dazzling life I lead… pfffffff

In the Happy News category, B and I are coming up on our 8th wedding anniversary! Consulting the Wiki world it seems traditional 8th anniversary gifts include salt and/or pottery. Ah yes, just what I’ve always…. beg pard? Salt and pottery? So, Lot’s wife and somewhere stonewear for her to live? Salt? “Are you hungry? Would you like some salt?” (Gawd I LOVE Reeves & Mortimer) Modern gifts don’t shed much more light, they include linens and/or lace. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be difficult for him to find me a linen and/or lace iPhone V4? I’m not interested in the iPad. Just the name alone, come on! I wont have one. Nope, not unless one falls from the sky, for free. You understand?! Of course you do.

The thing that IS keeping me amused and occupied is designing house plans. I really am a latent architect. Yes, architect. (Keep your ill-fitting lesbian pants on.) It’s all big open spaces and hidden passage ways and a slide from top floor to the bottom. I’d be an architect too if I could find someone to do the technical drawing for me… and the compliance with building regulations (without altering my design)… and the budgets and the long line of clients who just walk in with their cheque book and a note, “Please just do what ever you want, you’re great.” Oh yes, THEN I’d be an architect for sure! I’d even get myself a stupid sechetary called Betty. And Betty would ‘look the other way’ when I was doing inappropriate things.

Wow, that derailed a bit, didn’t it? But I feel my point has been made. A point. Something. Quick, look over there, something bright and shiny!

heh

So that’s what’s up in MeLand. Nothing and everything. Nothing I want to be doing, except that stuff. My patience is wearing filo-thin.

Til next time, unless I go postal.

me xx

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A.K. Scott

Posted on April 20th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Beloved Granny-Allie to Spike and Morrison.

Passed peacefully in Denver Co. USA on April 7th.

Her life lived her way, all the way.

Thanks to her, I now have three amazing boys in my life. And for that I am eternally grateful.

with love and peace,

fahey, Ben, Spike and Mo xxoo

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March-ing Along

Posted on March 28th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

March eh? For about a poofteenth longer. My BABY is one year old on Thursday. Simply, ridiculous. A year has gone by since I couldn’t breath, move, bend over, sit up, imagine how great another general anaesthetic would be?! I simply don’t believe it. He’s a rockin’, rollin’ head on a stick.

LOUD, cunning, astute and discerning. Still can’t quite believe he’s not a little girl. This time twelve months ago I was quite sure Queenie was on her way. V glad to have Morrison instead. Girls bitch ‘n moan. Boys just bash ‘n destroy. I’ve never liked clean, Cruskit-free surfaces any way.

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Looking forward to a night out with Haggs on Wednesday. We’re attending a couple of festival activities, taking a page from Morrison’s book – only discerning choices this year.

Looking forward to seeing Rich Fulcher’s Eleanor (all the while being disturbed at just HOW MUCH he looks like me in drag…seriously, have you clicked the link yet and gone. “Oh my. Oh my gawd?!”) Noolly Thomas and Sam Simmons‘ new shows. Festival is just something that happens now, not something to obsess over for 10 months of the year. Not sure which side of the fence I actually fall when I REALLY think about it. Ok, let me straighten that thought out. I do NOT miss the insanity of Com Fest. I would not actually do another full season if someone paid me by the hour. With cash money. And gadgets. Ok, what kinda gadgets are we talking here?!.. no! No I really wouldn’t. Gis a wee stage somewhere in town, in the middle of the year, then you’re talking. Oh yes. Now you’re on.

Also looking forward to taking in a cuppla shows with my main squeeze, B. Babysitters to organise, sedatives to order and fire retarding agents to acquire. I am going to insist that he carry me most of the way and when I’m tired I will cling to his leg and stand on his feet so he can ‘walk me’ around. He’s adept at cleaning up spew so if I get squiffy, I wont need to worry about the state of myself and he’s also excellent at tucking one in to bed and telling one to ’shut up until morning’. The perfect dad date!

Speaking of the funny-ha ha and the funny-weird – Haggar and I are considering an Itchy Podcast. A) because there still isn’t anything that makes us laugh as much. B) because we can and C) goats cheese. Compelling reasons, one and all. Will let you know if we ever get our arses in to the correct gear to propel that idea further than unabashed enthusiasm. You’d tune in for the songs alone, am I right? “Bewly and the Beeeeest” Of course you would. You are but, human. Well part human, part man goat. You know who you are.

And just cause this is prob’ly my favourite photo ever. Miss Gerda, V 1.0 and her chicken with arms. (you can see, she’s got a little handbag… cause she’s old enough to go out… dontent chu know?)

You’re welcome.

me xxoo

(if you’re not already, enjoy the twitting, here.)

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