friday funnies

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I had a terrible week. Hope yours went better!

Rocking for Rights & BB & rain

Went to Rocking for Rights, the anti-WorkChoices rally and concert, on Sunday with my friendly CPSU member, Soph, to whom I pay $7.60 every fortnight. I have a feeling since I've gone 'backfill' part-time I'm supposed to pay more ... hmmm. The turnout for the rally was massive, the CFMEU and AMWU having incredible numbers.

Soph and I marched next to the Socialist Alliance, and if you want to be really gung-ho in a rally, march next to these guys. They come with loudspeakers and drums, and were chanting "Vote Rudd!", though I think Rudd is a little too Right for these guys.

The march was great, the concert not so. It felt a bit flat and there wasn't any particular band I wanted to see. The sound was pretty crap too, with some of the speakers on like a 1/2 sec delay. There was some lady singing a song called, as far as Soph and I could make out, the Maroubra Stomp?!

The high point though was Tim Brunero and Charles Firth giving out Joe Hockey's phone number. Hee hee. I sent a text and it went through! We also ran into Emma, Bina, Hannah and co.

Concert was crap, but it was for a good cause, and that made it all worthwhile. I rely on my penalty rates when I do the frickin night shifts that go until 2:30AM, I better be getting penalties!

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Speaking of Tim, brings me to this year's Big Brother. Not impressed. Why do they all look like members of Hi-5? I'm waiting for the day they stick a Catholic and a Satanist in the same house ... now, that would be interesting TV.

Although I watched a bit last night and they have this 'white' room where they've stuck four people in, and the last to leave gets the 'privilege' (hmmm...) of being a BB contestant in the house. Now, everything in this room is WHITE. You can choose to leave if you press the big red button in the middle of the room.

I love the cabin fever element of it, where you watch these four people slowly going insane ... the frickin whiteness of the room would really grate on my nerves. Good TV.
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Of all the days I decide to take public transport to Fox Studios, the rain decides to bucket down. The bad thing about Moore Park is that it's very open, and the gutters are very deep. And I had one little umbrella!

I got SPLASHED, like this huge sheet of water coming at me! So, I got off the pavement, decided to cross through the park and stepped in I don't know how many muddy puddles.

I finally got to Shark Island's office, the people I'm doing some transcribing for, and I'm dripping over their carpet. My socks and sneakers are soaked, jeans are drenched, and I'm just a mess.

Hilary still needs to do some tapes for me, so she suggests I head out to the Entertainment Quarter to buy some dry things. I buy some thongs, and change out of my shoes ... I can't STAND wet socks and shoes. Urgh.

I decide not to buy dry clothes as yet, as I still have to trek back out to Anzac Parade, and I might as well wait it out til I get back to the city, then go and buy some new, dry things.

I get the tapes, leave, and it's only sprinkling. Good right? 10 seconds after I'm out of the gate, the rain starts to hammer down, worse than before. Why does that always happen?!

I have a horrible time trudging through the park again, dodging horse shit, a worse time waiting for the fricking pedestrian lights to change on Anzac Parade. I get to the bus stop, and I get splashed again, only this time it soaks me from head to toe!

I flag down the first bus, not caring where it's going ... JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE. While on the bus, rainwater is running down my jeans and pooling at my feet.

I end up at Town Hall, and I just RAN into a clothes store and changed. I ended up with a sweater, cargo pants (which are a bit too tight now I realise, but I didn't care much at the time. It was more like, they fit? Good!) and a dark blue trench coat. Although my money may have been better spent on a bizarre UFO Cap (see pic).

And I still needed to get to Andy's place in Glebe at 7PM to pick up Glory DVDs, which I need to send off to some festivals today. So, it was back onto the bus, and I did get a bit soaked. I got there, he wasn't home yet, but his housemates are the LOVELIEST people in the world. They got me peppermint tea and a heater, and Ruby, Chris' dog, came and sat on my lap for a while. The heater was gooood ... and Ruby hogged it for a while, but I love Ruby to bits, so no resentment there.

My parents offered to pick me up from Andy's and it was good that they did. I don't know whether I could have faced waiting at the bus stop again.

world domination

What's good about having lunch with Joel is that we discuss our plans for world domination, where he's going to make money in either Spain or China, and I'll mooch off his wealth.

Anyway in between now and then I have to find new, interesting hopefully money-making projects to keep me occupied.

I'm looking at paid work experience at Saatchi and Saatchi and also this awesome MakePovertyHistory ambassador program road trip thing, which Soph forwarded to me.

I don't really know about the whole advertising thing, but I guess I could apply, although they're probably looking more so for marketing people rather than someone who wants to get into TVC production. But it's Saatchi and Saatchi!

Hmmm ... next semester I'll be only doing two subjects, working 20 hrs/week and at the moment I'm doing some doco transcribing, which will probably run out in a few weeks. But my Creative Tech film and final projects are coming up really soon ... just thinking that it might be a bit 'much'. ARRGGGHHH ... comments/advice appreciated.

But the road trip thing just sounds like awesome fun. Apply with me!

Lam's 21st

Lam turned 21 in February, but we haven't got around to celebrating his 21 years on this here Earth until last night. The theme was GAY and so Joel came in his 'gay pride' stripy shirt, but I just wanted to wear a nice dress that I haven't had a chance to wear for a while ... and I suppose you could dub my outfit 'Fag Hag #8'.

...and of course Lam came in his small, too-tight, girls-sized shirt which proclaimed 'Enjoy Cock'.

Food was beautiful, specially Mel's cupcakes, which were light and fluffy and oh so pretty. We had a bit of a problem with the pub's sound system, so LJ, being the bestest fag hag a man could ask for, went home and got her hi-fi system so we could all dance to JT's 'SexyBack'.

Joel does a great 'hoochie mama', and Lam frickin backed me into a wall after scaring me with his gay man thrusting. And Emma, the girl can move!

LJ also probably raided a newsagency for gay men's magazines and put together a customised magazine for Lam, which we all stuck birthday post-it notes in. That's the reason why she's Fag Hag #1, y'all.

Speeches were lovely, specially LJs ... I videotaped it so hopefully everyone was in focus and not too dark! Lam was pretty trashed towards the end - he'd done a few tequila shots, and jagerbombs with us.

So, afterwards people wanted to kick on to Arq, so we went - Joel drove me and Jiao early so we could use some time to find a park. So, we got there and guess what? They wouldn't let me in, saying something about 'open-toed shoes'. I have had NO problems getting into straight clubs with these shoes!

Yeah ok, I do realise that the shoe policy is there to protect the club if I cut myself and decide to sue them, but everyone knows those policies are often overlooked by most clubs - and they use the policy to keep people out - and in this case trying to stop the amount of girls getting in!

I felt terrible because Joel said he'd drive me home, but I didn't want to spoil his night out. I repeated that it would be fine, I could get the Nightride or something home. But he did drive me home anyway, which makes him the BESTEST MOST AWESOMEST FRIEND EVER! Love ya Joel really, thank you SO much.

Had to give Lam a call as well and let him know, that we wouldn't be meeting up with them. Anyways, hope you guys had an awesome night out! HAPPY 21ST!

Parramatta Girls @ the Belvoir

My lead actress for 'Glory', Annie Byron was in 'Parramatta Girls', and it was the most excellent, saddest, depressing play I've ever seen - but incredibly brilliant.

It was based on real-life accounts of 'deviant' girls who were sent to a girls' home, and the abuse they suffered at the hands of the adults there is just incredibly depraved.

A few minutes both after the intermission and the interval we all just couldn't talk or look at each other, the material was so heavy going, I got teary at some bits, and it was just profoundly affecting.

We went out for drinks after, but there was no spark, nothing to keep us going for the night. We were depressed!

However, on a lighter note, before the play we did have some really nice Lebanese food at Nada's ... go there for the Turkish delight, twas beautiful stuff!

brunch @ the eatinghouse

I LOVE greasy brunches ... hash browns, scrambled eggs, corn cakes, bacon, all mopped up with sourdough bread, taken down with some fresh fruit juice frappes...yummmmm.

Leana organised this all for us school friends to catch up over VC week, and it was good to see everyone again - it's so hard to organise stuff recently because everyone has incredibly different timetables and work tends to jerk you around as well!

The Eatinghouse in Mortdale is so good, the service is fantastic and it's just a nice suburban place to chill out (in both senses of the word, the only complaint I would have is that the air con was turned up way too high)

The scrambled eggs were SO good, really creamy, and gosh I hope brunch turns into a regular thing with us. I wiped the plate clean!

no longer in debt and other stories

I got paid on Thursday and now have positive figures in my bank account! (Although St George did charge me a $45 fee because I didn't have sufficient funds in my bank a/c for a direct debit)

My Television and Popular Culture reader now has 'Slut' and 'Whore' scrawled across the inside cover ... thanks Lam. I flew a paper aeroplane at his head later.

My Creative Techniques script is currently very unoriginal and I'm grasping at straws trying to *fix* it before we go to shoot. I'm having trouble fulfilling the 'creative' part of Creative Tech.

My mother INSISTS that if you rub your armpits with garlic, it will make underarm sweat smell go away. I REFUSE to try it, and she's been chasing me around the house with cloves of garlic.

I spend more time at the gym talking rather than exercising - UTS gym has undergone a musical renaissance, instead of the trance they used to play I'm hearing Silverchair and Damien Rice!

I now have a 7PM to 1AM shift at work(!) because we're entering the world of late night television transcription ... there are some shifts that go until 3AM in the morning...eeek.

Latest celebrity non-event: Andrew Hansen (Chaser) dressed as a samurai getting into a taxi on Harris St.

Since when was tartan back in fashion? Since when was tartan ever in fashion? Why am I seeing tartan in stores?! I'm scared, hug me.

sprocket trivia '07

We were runners up! We actually won something! And we beat Greg's team, which was the sweetest victory of all.

Last Thursday night, organised by the awesome Sprocketeers (Stef, Gwen, Daz, Mayuri), we went for the second Sprocket film trivia night.

It was like this ... Anna, Joel, Keya, Alison, Lam and I sitting at the table, looking at each other going, "We know NOTHING". Honestly, we talk about what bad film students we are ... but we loves our trivia so we made a good go of it.

We taunted Joel for being a FOBalicious, drew on balloons (and named them), ignored the drunken taunts from Greg's table, and played arm Twister while trying to write down the titles of films A-Z for our bonus 5 points (which I reckon helped our score a LOT) and our clever girl Anna got the Steve Buscemi question right.

Actually no, I retract my statement ... the sweetest victory of the night was beating that dude that was on our table last time who kept grabbing the paper away from me. Yeah!