Monthly Archives: November 2010

Boobquake!

I’m sure that ‘Blaghag’ (or Jen, as her parents no doubt callย  her! ๐Ÿ™‚ ) probably doesn’t want to forever be known as the girl who started Boobquake, an event to prove an Iranian religious leader’s claim that women in low tops cause earthquakes wrong, but it was a really good way to get your attention! And now that I have it I would like to direct it to the rest of her blog and not just the boob related stuff. ๐Ÿ™‚

In her own words “This blog doesn’t have a specific theme, unless you count Shit Jen Thinks About as one. Most posts are about atheism, religion, science, biology, sex, feminism, politics, and any strange combination of those things.”

You might not agree with everything she says but I think you will like the way in which she says it. And I reckon much kudos to her for having the balls, metaphorically at least :-), to say it. I doubt I would have had when I was twenty two.

We don’t always need to agree with each other but I do think we need to at least have the debate. And blogs allow you to do it with a lot of people….so if you like to mass debate (I just crack myself up sometimes! ๐Ÿ™‚ ) pop on over to http://www.blaghag.com/

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Did I ever tell you our media sucks!!

F@&king Prince William and Kate Whats-Her-Face on every f@&king channel!! And in place of the Simpsons!! What the f@&k is wrong with them…so much for any semblance of individuality or creativity from our media. “Oh shit, Channel 9 is running a half hour special in Prince Thingamajig and Kate Whats-Her-Face…we better do exactly the F@&KING same”!!!

Find me a dragon to slay! :-)

I was walking to the theatre the other night…yes, I am that Boho guy who not only โ€˜doesโ€™ theatre but strolls there. ๐Ÿ™‚ Pity I’m not strolling to London’s West End or New York’s Broadway but I digress. So there I was, strolling theatre-ward, with my mind running amok, as it is wont to do, when the comments friends have made recently about romance popped into my head. I know that I have written about romance before but it, or rather the lack of it, seems a pretty big deal to a lot of people. And it occurred to me that maybe it isn’t that romance is dead, maybe we have just lost sight of what it is. Or maybe that’s not it either…maybe we have been duped by movies, magazines etc to think that Hollywood-style romance is enough. I can tell already that this post is going to be a rambling pile of crap…but read the name of my blog, don’t say you weren’t warned!:-)

Anyway, back to the point at hand. The Hollywood version of romance is easy, which is why I’m surprised more guys haven’t picked up on it. Buy some flowers, return texts promptly, say nice things about how she looks, express some emotions and bingo! Sadly the guys who seem to have worked this out are the players…I came, I romanced, I conquered. If I had a dollar for every female friend who had told me a tale of such woe then I’d be…um, in tea money for a month.

Which makes me wonder whether the media message we are getting hasn’t let the bar slide a bit too low. In the old fables the suitor has to fight a dragon or perform a raft of herculean tasks to earn the princess’s hand. Now just being mildly attentive and not being a total arsehole seems to be make a guy the best ofย  bad bunch. Recover the Golden Orchid from the Pit of Despair has been replaced by picking up a bunch of crappy flowers from a supermarket! ๐Ÿ™‚

So to my wonderful lady friends I say, you are jewels. You are strong, smart, funny, gorgeous, charming and worthy of great effort…so set Prince Charming some real tests. I’m not suggesting that the little things don’t have meaning as well but they are also more easily faked. So judge him not only by how quickly he returns texts but by how quickly he offers to help with your gardening, not only by the restaurant he takes you to but by the picnic he is happy to join you and your kids on, not only by the nice things he says to you but by how he deals with the homeless guy in the street.

Or am I just making excuses for my own romantics failings?:-)

One person’s art is another person’s ‘ken huge billboard!

Anyone who lives in Mandurah would have to be blind, deaf and dumb (or actually have a life! ๐Ÿ™‚ ) to have not read , heard or said something about the Crab Net sculpture on the new freeway entrance to Mandurah. Like all good art it has really polarised opinion….people either love it, hate it or, being Mandurah,ย  mostly don’t give a shit. ๐Ÿ™‚

But while there have been numerous articles and scores of ‘letters to the editor’ in the local papers about the sculpture, there hasn’t been a single mention of the three new f&*k-off big billboards that have appeared along the side of the Forrest Highway just south of Pinjarra Road. The things are f&*king enormous…..and blue! I mean they are sur-really big….get the double meaning, clever huh! ๐Ÿ™‚ But not a peep.

Are we so brainwashed by the idea that just about anything is acceptable as long as it is for making money. Funny society we live in…or it is just that people haven’t noticed them yet?

Sexy Romantic or Sad Creepy Stalker Dude?

A question for all of you out there…at what point does a guy slip from being a much appreciated romantic and into being a sad, creepy, stalker dude?ย  The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by The Script cameย  on the radio the other day and I caught some of the lyrics. They are something like….

“Policeman says, son you can’t stay here
I said, there’s someone I’m waiting for If it’s a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

Cause If one day you wake up and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street”

Now I know that most of my female friends are constantly looking for more romance in their lives and probably love the sentiment of this song…but in my mind this guy has slipped very much from romantic into sad and potentially mentally ill. So my question to you all is, where is the line? Do I need to find a street corner somewhere to hang around? ๐Ÿ™‚

Don’t ya just hate it!!!!

About ten minutes after finishing my last rant I came up with the perfect closingย  line…you know, kinda like the perfect comeback thirty seconds after the other person has left the room.

So f*&k it, I’m going to use it now…”So, our media are either stupid or liars…which one do you reckon, folks!”…………………… man, that soooooo wasn’t worth the effort! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

How our media suck – No. 2

Now I don’t want you all to think that I think the Australian media sucks…but it does!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Some of you may recall the recent tragic murder of an elderly woman, found dead in the backyard of her Mandurah home. I know that I’m a little bit late with this one but this is how the West Australian chose to headline it...I mean seroiusly media folk, this is how you choose to sensationalise the murder of an elderly woman? ‘Mandurah in lockdown’ for fuck sake! Since when does ‘blocked off streets around the property yesterday’ translate into ‘Mandurah in lockdown’? Hey, but as they say, never let the truth get in the way of a good total fucking twisting of the facts for the sake of a good headline! At least I think that is the saying. ๐Ÿ™‚