|archives : january 2007|
wednesday : 24 jan 2007
I tried watching Dogville on SBS but it was difficult after suffering paroxysms of laughter sitting through Dylan Moran live in Dublin on the ABC, whilst eating dinner and slurping two-week old chardonay from the bottle. Heh heh, I gave myself chardy moustache – is that what you call champagne comedy? First, slacker levity, and then...Lars Von Fucking Trier and his stellar cast of uber-serious thespians, interrupted by garish commercial breaks no less. It's not SBS I tell ya! The government sucks our marrows dry with high income taxes and GST and sundry other levies and stamp duties, as you'll know if you have flown domestically. Despite all that revenue – those billions of dollars of iron ore income from Western Australia and endless supplies of coal, the budget surplus we keep hearing about but not enjoying that it might as well be Monopoly money – despite of all that, the Treasury can't afford to prop up SBS with a few million pesos. Well, fuck Johnny Coward and fuck the government. The Liberals are on the ropes and it's good to see. Johnny Howard admitting certain defeat and even squirming and equivocating when being asked questions by Four Corners about whether terrorism is better or worse post-Iraq – that gives me a woody, oh yes. True, Rudd comes across as a middle-aged kindergarten teacher, but let's hope the nation wises up and follows the example of Labour's domination of the states. And Look at it this way: Peter Costello smiling. It's a tad disturbing, really; the smug smirk of someone who just finished telling a cancer patient a tumour joke. The Nation doesn't need it or him. P.S. There's a three hour version of Dogville available in Region 2 if you're feeling brave.
Australia Day is coming up. I've been invited to a backyard birthday BBQ at 2:00pm, BYO meat. I'll be taking a fine cut of rump steak carved into the shape of Australia (including Tassie). Then at 7:00pm I'll catch a taxi across town in time to attend a housewarming party in Richmond, perhaps followed by drinks in the CBD if those involved remember to SMS me. Oh yeah, and there's birthday drinks tomorrow night in town. I had a pint of James Squire Ale this evening on the footpath outside The Imperial Hotel, waiting for Christos to show up, but he never did. Shazza trudged past, though, as I was reading Andrew Bolt's first tirade/s for 2007. Was nice to chat to an ex-drinking buddy and workmate (Shazza, not Bolty). Mindful of Dylan Moran starting at 8:35pm, I ditched the pub crawl itinerary and jumped onto the 7:00pm train – one of the smarter decisions I've made this year.
|gonna make you sweat|
tuesday : 16 jan 2007
10:05pm. So I'm watching The Golden Globule Awards on channel 10 and stewing in my own sweat. Now I know how my steamed vegies feel. There's been a lot happening outside Toxic Waste of late: movie watching, proofreading some of the reviews on Michael's DVD, socialising, being stuck on public transport, administering CPR to my book reading regime (said PT chaos helped in this regard), and getting to bed before 12:30am.
|toxic faves for 2006|
wednesday : 10 jan 2007
Here we go again. The categories are the same as before. In 2006 I was less berserk about movie watching and book reading than in 2005, during which I wanted to get my average above one movie every two days and read as many books as humanly possible in 12 months without changing my lifestyle. This year was still rich in the entertainments that spin my propeller. Quality over quantity? Hmmm, perhaps not, but certainly no regrets, either...
top five favourite movies seen in 2006
Casino Royale (2006)
top five favourite DVDs spun during 2006
The Red Desert – Madman Entertainment, Australia
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre – MPI Blue Sky, USA
Dr. No – MGM/Sony, Australia
Cannibal Holocaust – Siren, Australia
Street Trash – Synapse Films, USA
top five favourite books read in 2006
Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
Neil Strauss, The Game
Alan Moore (writer) and David Lloyd (artist), V for Vendetta
Jack McDevitt, A Talent for War
top five favourite CDs bought in 2006
Lamb of God, Sacrament
Lily Allen, Alright, Still...
Goa Trance 2005-2006
Gorgoroth, Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam
Slayer, Christ Illusion
top five favourite TV shows watched in 2006
Aircrash Investigations (Ch 9)
The Glass House (ABC)
The Movie Show (ABC)
FIFA 2006 World Cup (SBS)
Art in the 21st Century (SBS)
top five female legs in mass media for 2006
top five favourite booze consumed in 2006
Boags St. George
James Squire Golden Ale
Wild Turkey and Diet Coke
top five personal highlights of 2006
Christmas Family Time
High School Reunion
Work Social Club Events
Cinema Reviewing for Digital Retribution
|happy nude year|
tuesday : 9 jan 2007
Toxic Happy Nude Year, everyone. I sent that line as a joke via SMS to a girl named Angela, whom I met at Speed Dating last year. She replied I must have sent it to her by "mistake". I suspect she didn't remember me accurately, since she sent the same ceremonial to the friend who took me to said speed dating event, and therefore everyone on her mobile Rolodex. Ah, such is the mindfield of being single in the 21st Century, with its electronic and electro magnetic radiation-based modes of communication. She still agreed to meet up this week, but my faith in her recollection of my charm and good looks is minimal to say the least. We shall see.
2007 has been grouse so far. The Toxic Faves list for 2006 is in draft form and should debut tomorrow night. I'm also planning a visual overhaul of Toxic Waste this year. As soon as the concepts and designs crystalise in my head, work will begin. I'm very excited by this development. My intent has always been to put content ahead of window dressing. Since that goal has been reached (more or less), I can focus on other aspects of the website and perhaps use my design talents to create something agreeable. Assuming, of course, they haven't atrophied in the last non-drawing few years. Keeping Toxic bandwidth friendly is still a goal, so this will factor into the final result.
That said, it's been hard to commit PC time in 2007. This evening I attended farewell drinks for a comrade who left the workplace after ten-plus years of service. Not an easy person to know, but someone who rewards any kind of connection you make (by just being you) with fond memories. Anyway, I've somehow lost my voice during the course of the evening. Right now it's not much more than a squeak. It'll be fine by Thursday. In other news: Last Friday night I got bounced out of P.J. O'Brien's for some reason at 2:00am. No matter...I was ready to leave anyway, and shook hands with the bouncer upon my departure. There's no point proclaiming innocence when the gavel has already fallen. I had never seen my nemesis or his girlfriend before in the venue that night, so I figured it was a case of mistaken identity.
I've got Live's classic album Throwing Copper on the G08 as I type this at 12:37am, contemplating the year ahead. Things that come to mind are: Learning more about and exposing the current 9/11 conspiracy. I initially resisted this movement, but caved in when news footage taken on that day contradicted both the official story and the laws of physics. Thanks to Bogan the Wanderer and Heathen for waking me up to this nightmare scenario, supposedly conceived by the Bush Administration's Neo-conservatives to further the American Empire. There is no hard proof, but the evidence, both physical and circumstantial, is impossible to ignore. Can you handle da thruth? It's gotten to the point where the least likely version of what happened on 11/9/2001 is the official account. Freaky. Other goals this year include getting two more flatmates, and continuing my self-improvement agenda. All up, 2007 will be a fantastic year on a number of levels. I hope you win your personal grand final, too.