stravinsky is just so insanely bad

A friend played me an LP of Stravinsky conducting Le Sacre du Printemps (The Rite of Spring). It is a stunning version, recorded in 1960. But even more stunning is this immensely rigorous photo that occupies the entire album cover:

Impressed, I went looking for a photo I'd heard existed but hadn't seen: a Stravinsky mug-shot. This was taken when he was arrested for using an unconventional chord in his arrangement of "Star-Spangled Banner". It was worth finding. The rigour!

secret blogs albatrossing up in this motherfucker

i had a very good, pity post about the local bowling club but when I signed into google, I accidentally click 'new post' on one of the secret blogs. then - because I am drunk - I got dreadfully confused and went to the bar for another drink. By the time I got back to the table, I'd forgotten the post. so this is what you get for all that secret post provocation. eat it, reader!

ashfield clown-fest

i'm on the train and there's a cheump using his laptop in the seat ahead of me, browsing his images. he's stopped - and is now editing to perfection - a photograph of him sitting at his desk, using his laptop! the very same!

[update: he just said into his phone "what a fucking circus"!]

cheumpadee is as cheumpadoo does

just playing 'celebrity heads' with carlita and when I figured myself for the hammer she wouldn't accept his name as the answer, allowing only 'cheummpadee'. genius!

new event rough on pants

a friend's staying with me - trying to give up smoking and other things. yesterday tore up his last pack of cigarettes then spent the evening going through the bin for ones he could reconstitute. this turned into an event when matches ran out and the stove was brought into play; a dash from the kitchen to the front yard through three sets of doors I'd hold open along with a necessarily over-full wine glass to hand over.
my co-ordination isn't the best, and this friend does a mean non-expert rendition Xenakis's 'Mists' whenever he gets his paws on a keyboard.

Only high-cheumping. That's NOT a reply-all.

Only high-cheumping. That's NOT a reply-all.

Dooley jerking off

I'm a comedy genius! A-booyah! So Dooley was pretending to play golf - I know, right? - and then I said he was jerking off. Mark burped and it sounded like he puked a bit, in his mouth. And we all laughed, and Dooley's pants were suggesting something un rigourous, blogosphere

Fuck you,
love Mark

I don't believe you

Begin; I'm vessel. Badboy up! Vessel motherfucker. I'm like James Joyce in this bitch. John is gay. He's likes cops. And cockcos. And Kool Keith is minaated as MaNUKAreyoukidnao.

New topic: why the trawler is such a cheump: by Mark. I once was a little Muskocite Jew. They was good times. However, now I'm a big grownup baadboy, and Kool Keith (KK) puts on a shitty show. KK, as I call Kool Keith, was a deadset faggot plus also there was so much vomit all up in that motherfucker. John also made lots of jokes about Chinese people. He's a badboy.

The Wunibar Project motherfucker! Fuck you D'ooley.

kwak @ kk

kwak is very keen on getting to the kk gig. he is going to be in canberra for terumi's father's day but has risked her crankiness (actually, incurred her crankiness) by insisting he's going to leave the dinner in order to get to the gig in time for KFC chunks.

damn bird (& rat by association)

yo, so you may recall the story that came very close to walking and talking like a web of me failing to get josh's cockatiel back in its cage, causing me to miss a 5th birthday party. she outplayed me for more than an hour.
then I was hell of late to a farewell drinks cause I couldn't get the rat back in its cage. really smelly, right, but true. now the damn bird is kicking my ass. in its cage, it chirps every time I wince as the underside of my arm touches the audio cable outta my pc to the stereo right where she bit out a fuck-off chunk, leaving the copper clearly exposed.
clown school all the way to the bus stop (that goes straight to school).


p.s. note the rat is actioning in the story.

the dumbest thing about abc's pool

is that when they send you an email, it looks like you just got some poo in your inbox:

I wouldn't normally wunibar an opinion piece

BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WHEN THIS IS CONSIDERED CLEVER, LET ALONE ACCURATE, LET ALONE NOT DEAD FUCKING INSANE:

'In terms of the political fray, Costello was totally engaged. After Gillard taunted him in the parliament last week about his publisher's motto, "books with spine", he responded: "If she bought a copy, I might sign it for her. She could take it back to that flat where she lives with the spartan furniture, put it up on the bookshelf with her current library, the collected works of Marx and Engels. She could file it alphabetically, by author, 'Cos'. It will come after 'Com', for The Communist Manifesto, and before 'D', for Das Kapital. Or she could it put by her bedside where she's reading a book on how to create unemployment in an economy which is undergoing a mining boom." Imagine those lines delivered in parliament.' - Glenn Milne

SHE COULD FILE IT ALPHABETICALLY BY AUTHOR WITH COS FOR COSTELLO IN BETWEEN COM FOR COMMUNIST MANIFESTO BY MARX AND D FOR DAS KAPITAL. AAAAAALLLLLLPPPPHHHHHAAAAABBBEEEEEETTTTTIIICCCCCAAAALLLLLL BBBBBBYYYYYY AAAAAUUUUTTTTTTHHHHHHHOOOOOOOORRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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