Poor Schapelle...

If you ever need proof just how much of a joke Schapelle Corby is in Indonesian circles:

http://www.schapellecorbytours.com/

Yes! You too can meet Schapelle, offer her food, and - for a nominal fee - sit in the cell with her, wake her in the morning or even feed her!

Just be aware: "Although it is almost certain that you will see Schapelle on the tour, sightings cannot be guaranteed – if Schapelle is sick, she may not be on display."

big fish, little fish

i'm sick at the moment. second time in 8 weeks. my doctor tells me it's due to stress.

debating whether to bother going to the mardi gras party this weekend.

wondering how much more bs i can put up with in my job before i involuntarily blurt out i'm quitting.

of course, the incessant house arrest i've put myself in to recover has ended with cabin fever - which inevitably leads to me analysing my life at the moment. typically, i'm not happy.

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W thinks i should just take a deep breath, pack up all my emotions into a little box and then continue getting by until i've managed to get hold of a new job, but i just want out as soon as possible.

Ksquared think i should just appreciate the german boi (going on 5 weeks now), but i just want to see him more often than once a week.

Most of all, I want to clear any residual BS and get going on the next stage of my life. Why is that so difficult for me?

BYO life

Buggered if I understand this.

Where Macramé is not a dirty word...

Heh.

What will those darn kids think of next?

This from popbitch this week (I know, cheating):

>> Parlez-vous Popbitch <<
Get ready to be Seagulled

Happy Slapping is so 2005. To be too cool for school these days you have to do the Seagull.

In schools all over London, apparently, break-times are seeing boys running into the bogs to masturbate furiously, collect their jizz in the palms of their hands, then go out and find a younger kid.... then slap them in the face while shouting "SEAGULL!"

Try it in the office when you're bored.

??Whatever happened to the Scotch Finger biscuit? (Or is that reference a little too Melburnian?)

Familiar Plots

We got a family plot. And like it or not, he's going in there.

Without ruining the storyline completely for those who haven't seen it, that's kinda the seminal line for Brokeback Mountain. Walking around Oxfordia on Thursday night after watching it, I had a string of convos about how this film is affecting individual gaybois and dykes. One thing came up more than anything.

It's not quite what I expected - and the fact I was responding the same way was equally surprising.

I expected a little bit of a cliched response, to be frank. Something like 'Oh wow, that film was so important, and uplifting. It's so good to see ourselves represented like it is.' You know, cos so many of us are ranch hands who discover our sexuality while herding sheep. This of course would include gushing about Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal (and outright lusting after the two). Although let's be honest, boys: there aren't many of us who wouldn't lust after either (or both). The usual gushing would last about two days and then some new film would come along with equally cute leading men.

That was not quite what I saw. Sure, we all want to have Jake &/or Heath's babies (I'd be happy with both), but every conversation showed more of an introspective queer audience. The movie seems to have opened something up in us, maybe forced us to confront issues we'd much rather ignore. About the attitudes of people we care about but who will never accept us, or the issues in our lives we have had to just get by with rather than overcome, or something deepseated that we have not been able to face. Everyone I've spoken to has come back with a slightly haunted look in their face. There's something truly haunting about Brokeback - it's sure got into us good.

Official Movie Site

Word of the Day

In an attempt to improve my vocabulary, I am instituting an occasional word of the day. Today's word is:

Fucktard. n. [concat. retard AND fuckwit.]
cf. George W Bush, Jr

Unfortunately, neither the Oxford, Mirriam-Webster nor Dictionary.com seem to have a definition for this word. The rest of us will continue to use it to refer to various people in our lives, and those of our loved ones.

Or Britney Spears' husband.

How do you say? Inevitable?

It had to happen.

Whatever happened to Brangelina?

Cast your mind back around 8 years ago:

No, not Wacko Jacko's wedding.

Can you remember when Brad left Gwyn for Rachel Jennifer? (Remember her? She of the mid-nineties hair?)

Walking down Martin Place this morning, I came across this image:

Now, as far as I remember, didn't the cum rags have a ball for months afterwards telling everyone who bothered to listen how devastated Gwyneth was after they broke up? Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't she up the duff the second time, to the highly annoying and yet somewhat talented Chris Martin at the same time that the tabloids take us through the whole Jennifer Aniston post-Brad breakup saga?

Sides, isn't Jen supposed to be in love with Brad's bff? And why does every woman who dates Brad have to go through some heart-wrenching saga every time he breaks up with her? XXX-Brad-XXX triangles are so passe, especially when they don't involve me. I mean, it's not like he looks like this any more:

If you're wondering why I am even bothering writing about this, blame his Queer Penguinness. He started it.

What kind of Scientologist are you?

Nothing like a breakfast meeting to bring out the religionloving side of me...