Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Get well soon
Molly Meldrum critical after fall at home
Like a lot of the rest of Australia I’m sending out good wishes to Molly right now. But hey, the guy is tough. He punched out Johnny Rotten for crying out loud!
Get well soon mate!
Yeah, like they’d take *me*
Just realised, it’s the 21st! It’s the end of the world! Again!
I’m kind of disappointed there’s no media frenzy like there was the last time. We all had so much fun waiting for earthquakes, angels and tsunamis to sweep across the globe. This time people don’t seem to care at all. Such a shame.
Wonder what old Harold will do if (when) nothing happens? You’ve got to feel a bit sorry for the poor bastard really.
In other news I’m off to see Stephen Fry and Alan Davies in the live version of QI tonight. Should be awesome – assuming I’m not swept up in the rapture first ;D
Dey took arr jobs!
Well, it looks like the Carbon Tax legislation is going to pass. It’s not perfect by a long shot, but at least it’s something.
Of course, it does mean dey’re gonna take arr jobs!
🙂
Walk across my swimming pool!
For those who don’t read the comments, here’s Angry Anderson’s version of King Herod’s Song from the 1992 Australian touring production of Jesus Christ Superstar. It’s pretty damn good.
I’ve always thought the most impressive thing about Superstar is the way that it excludes miracles without precluding them. If you want to view it as the story of Jesus, the Son of God, you can. On the other hand if you want to view it as the story of Jesus – a guy who believes he’s the Son of God, you can do that too. Which means you can enjoy the work as religious – if you swing that way – or simply as a damn good story with some damn good music. A very smart way to do it and which probably accounts for the show’s enduring popularity (compare Godspell, which comes across as intensely preachy by comparison and is nowhere near as popular).
Oh, he’s Angry…
So, Angry Anderson has joined the National Party, and is (apparently) standing for election on the platform that climate change is a fraud, cooked up by the United Nations to bring about One World Government and usher in the New World Order.
Who gave that man an internet connection!? 🙂
But seriously, what does this say about the Nationals? That they’re willing to accept a bit of crazy, conspiracist bullshit if it’ll net them the “star power” of an ageing rocker? Or that high ups in the party actually believe said crazy, conspiracist bullshit?
Neither is really a good look.
Well Done.
Well, my flippant comments comparing Steve Jobs to the Immortal God Emperor of Mankind yesterday turned out to be rather ill timed. John Allison vs Michael Jackson ill timed.
Really, we all knew that it was coming, but it’s still a damned shame. I hope at least he heard that Microsoft has finally given up on the Zune before he went.
Well done Steve. We’ll miss you.
Carn the… oh who cares.
Today is that One Day in September (although this year it’s actually in October), the AFL Grand Final!
Yawn
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not the sporting type. Either in the sense of participating, or watching. Sport is BORING!! And POINTLESS!! But it’s hard not to get a little bit caught up the hype surrounding the Grand Final each year – insomuch as I’m usually aware of who’s playing, and have a vague preference for one team or other.
This year? Not so much.
It’s the Cats versus the ‘Pies – or more properly Geelong vs Collingwood. Now I have a long standing animosity towards the Cats, which you’d think means I’d support the Magpies, but as everyone knows Collingwood are a bunch of jerks, led by head jerk Eddie McGuire, so there’s really nothing to separate them.
Collingwood wins? Yeah great. Geelong wins? Whatever. I really don’t care. I have better things to do with my time, like watching humorous cat videos.
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.
So, it’s 20 years today since the release of Nirvana’s Nevermind.
Nirvana were a good band and all, but please try and remember that the Pixies did everything that Nirvana did first, and with lyrics about sea monkeys.
Cuscuscuscuscus
It’s a freaking Cuscus! And they call themselves zoologists?!
Deeper and Down
REM have decided to break up, my dinner last night was tube pasta seasoned with the dust from the bottom of a parmesan cheese container, and I’ve been sent a bill for hundreds of dollars worth of electrical work that I’m fairly sure doesn’t exist (unless someone broke in and installed a smoke alarm where I can’t see it).
This is probably not going to be a good day…
