tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post2117413338605537897..comments2024-03-07T11:39:09.758+11:00Comments on Will Type For Food: Kodak Picture Machine And Juliet - A Minimalist Modern TragedyTimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-6519025225636371342007-05-08T21:53:00.000+10:002007-05-08T21:53:00.000+10:00Paris is one of those quirks of logic - too imposs...Paris is one of those quirks of logic - too impossible not to believe in. Such a pity Douglas Adams died before the advent of Paris.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-17013467530323489762007-05-08T21:36:00.000+10:002007-05-08T21:36:00.000+10:00I don't know about that last one. Do you believe i...I don't know about that last one. Do you <I>believe</I> in Paris Hilton, Nails? I mean, is there really a justification for the existence of Paris in the laws of the universe?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-9953346987599205152007-05-08T21:16:00.000+10:002007-05-08T21:16:00.000+10:00Also, I'm not sure that God isn't a celebrity thes...Also, I'm not sure that God isn't a celebrity these days. Certainly gets treated like one - although somewhat harder to prove the existance of.<BR/><BR/>I kinda imagined God as a Liberal voter. The social policy action seems to fit.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-85596633865243109202007-05-08T21:11:00.000+10:002007-05-08T21:11:00.000+10:00Being a phone whore I do quite a lot of terrible v...Being a phone whore I do quite a lot of terrible verbal slips and sometimes typing ones - I once accidentally wrote 'bitch centre' for 'birth centre'. I can only assume that some midwife ticked me off.<BR/><BR/>I also have this terrible fear that I will slip up with people's names...like Hunt - that one really worries me given how I swear and my general, er, fondness, for the medical industry. Some names are fucking minefields.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-12069545046682921742007-05-08T19:50:00.000+10:002007-05-08T19:50:00.000+10:00Being a typist, I have a whole tonne of examples w...Being a typist, I have a whole tonne of examples where this happens! A workmate misheard the phrase 'Fair whack of the trouble' and thought it was 'Fair whack of the truffle', a variation of the phrase 'Fair suck of the saveloy'. <BR/><BR/>The ABC have a doozy on their website; they were talking about the flooding of country town Adanimaby during the Snowy Mountains Scheme. They played some footage of an old news report where the broadcaster read: <BR/><BR/><I>And these are the men that are <B>drowning Adinimaby</B></I><BR/><BR/>The ABC typist misheard this, and wrote: <BR/><BR/><I>And these are the men that are <B>drowning admirably</B></I><BR/><BR/>As Dylan Thomas should have wrote, <BR/><BR/><I>'The hand that typed the transcript drowned a city...</I><BR/><BR/>Oh, and this wasn't one of our own mistakes, but an ALP pollie recently talked about the 'parachuting' of celebrity candidates into a safe seat, and said: <BR/><BR/><I>I just don't think someone like a Peter Garrett or, you know, <B>God</B>, any other number of celebrities you can think of...</I>.<BR/><BR/>Yeah, you know, God. Old chap, has a beard, votes for the Australian Labor Party and hands out how to vote cards at the local school come election time...<BR/><BR/>I'm sure I've done a few doozies myself.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-68638377370610550522007-05-08T19:23:00.000+10:002007-05-08T19:23:00.000+10:00Freudian slips of the fingers can be very good.Freudian slips of the fingers can be very good.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-67911591127497640002007-05-08T18:39:00.000+10:002007-05-08T18:39:00.000+10:00Call it a Freudian slip of the fingers.Call it a Freudian slip of the fingers.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-74576446742819685202007-05-08T16:40:00.000+10:002007-05-08T16:40:00.000+10:00And to think I just thought you were being very ri...And to think I just thought you were being very risqué! <BR/><BR/>And I laughed. [In a horrified sort of way and with raised eyebrow, of course...]Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-224165030524866192007-05-08T16:39:00.000+10:002007-05-08T16:39:00.000+10:00Anne Summers, not Saunders. Bit of a difference!F...Anne Summers, not Saunders. Bit of a difference!<BR/><BR/>For me one of the most revealing paragraphs is this one, nicely positioned after the usual extolling of the "creative class":<BR/><BR/><I>As a committed Sydneysider I found it galling that Melbourne is doing all this so well. Every arts venue has cafes or bars where the quality - and the price - of the food (and the service!) are way ahead of comparable places here.</I><BR/><BR/>There's the ludicrous idea of the "committed Sydneysider" (is Sydney now comparable to a lover or a child?), but, once you get past that, you find the rub. It's not arts so much as lifestyle. The arts are a nice little accompaniment, but not really the main dish. That's what's so frustrating about this sort of stuff- the shallowness of it. The packaging supercedes the thing it's supposed to be packaging because packaging is easier. Maybe I just hate "hipness"!<BR/><BR/>In Melbourne what you do have is a really excellent State Library and a public art gallery with a hell of a lot more money than usual. These are things to be grateful for. Hopefully this centre for Books and Ideas will have some good public programs and will spend at least as much on those as has (no doubt) been spent on the logo.<BR/><BR/>It's interesting though, isn't it? What I find galling is the fact that most of Sydney has to spend hours on our substandard and exorbitantly expensive public transport system to get to these cultural hubs in the first place. The harbour is nice and all that, but real physical advantage, in my book, is a crazy little thing called urban planning.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-85643182896108461232007-05-08T15:45:00.000+10:002007-05-08T15:45:00.000+10:00I'd have to say I'm ambivalent about the kind of '...I'd have to say I'm ambivalent about the kind of 'cultural focus' Anne Saunders is extolling in that kind of article. I don't mind having Melbourne be a UNESCO city of literature; the concept is not much different to having all these other ridiculous festivals of culture. <BR/><BR/>It's all pretty tokenistic - apparently Melbournians have just devoted a month to comedy, and pretty soon it will be another month to film, and after that another one and a half months to arts and literature. The most annoying aspect of it is putting up with all the fame-whoring of The Age newspaper, which is a major sponsor, and some of the intellectual zombies who frequent these events. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, London and Paris and New York and probably Dublin, too, have all bid for the Olympic Games, the biggest token-extravaganza of them all!TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-26361458137679640772007-05-08T15:28:00.000+10:002007-05-08T15:28:00.000+10:00I have to say that I was very surprised that you w...I have to say that I was very surprised that you would say something like that, so it's good to know that it was entirely unintentional. I've just had to see and listen to so much misogyny lately and I was thinking "Oh no! Not the funny, charming blogger too!".<BR/><BR/>I also love so-called "bad" weather. I hate parochialism. Sydney-Melbourne rivalry- blah!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-7495739675388783012007-05-08T15:10:00.000+10:002007-05-08T15:10:00.000+10:00*Insert sound of Tim spluttering*... despite the f...*Insert sound of Tim spluttering*<BR/><BR/><I>... despite the flat landscape, lack of harbour and inhospitable climate, Melbourne has overtaken us as the place to be.</I><BR/><BR/>Inhospitable climate? What the hell is she talking about!TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-72803386095766278552007-05-08T14:54:00.000+10:002007-05-08T14:54:00.000+10:00Oh, it was a joke? Damn, that's the trouble with w...Oh, it was a joke? Damn, that's the trouble with word play - sometimes you do it and you don't even know about it. Actually, when the word verification didn't let me in I couldn't let it slip by so I added that sentence as clarification not realising it had a second meaning.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-31981286891594335522007-05-08T14:27:00.000+10:002007-05-08T14:27:00.000+10:00There's no telling how much of the blogosphere we ...There's no telling how much of the blogosphere we owe to alcomahol! <A HREF="http://www.smh.com.au/news/opinion/down-south-its-a-totally-different-culture/2007/05/04/1177788391593.html" REL="nofollow">Here</A> is where I saw the news of Melbourne's literary ambitions heralded. Naturally the first step is a logo. I don't know though. There's a certain cultural anxiety in having to apply for such a title. I don't imagine Paris or Dublin or New York or London really need UNESCO to certify their literary value.<BR/><BR/>I was looking for brandy, but the brandy cupboard was bare. I don't like beer and it took me a long time to determine which wines wouldn't give me an almost instantaneous headache. I also, oddly, found the idea of being drunk very unappealing.<BR/><BR/>You're a very funny chap, but I have to say that I'm not a fan of that last joke.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-982602684305947072007-05-08T12:03:00.000+10:002007-05-08T12:03:00.000+10:00Speaking of drunken eloquent, I've met a few blogg...Speaking of drunken eloquent, I've met a few bloggers like that. I don't know what it takes to be the UNESCO city of literature. But it sounds impressive! <BR/><BR/>Sounds like you were teetotterring, which is much more fun than teetotalling. <BR/><BR/>Nails, you and me both. Sounds like you have a Geordie accent there, by the way. <BR/><BR/>Word verification was kuntl! Damn thing didn't let me in, though.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-34690902108408332522007-05-08T01:06:00.000+10:002007-05-08T01:06:00.000+10:00Well, I did read in the paper today that Melbourne...Well, I did read in the paper today that Melbourne is bidding to be the second UNESCO city of literature. I didn't know there was such a thing, but apparently Edinburgh is the first one. I imagine you'll have to have drunken eloquence classes at Melbourne Uni, if the bid is successful. Perhaps there can even be a V.C.E subject!<BR/><BR/>(By a startling coincidence, I've had one too many glasses of red wine tonight, but, since I'm a reformed teetotaller, that's probably about, oh, two or so!).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-64572523458951975722007-05-07T23:33:00.000+10:002007-05-07T23:33:00.000+10:00Oh aye, I'm fucking brilliant drunk.Pity that I ca...Oh aye, I'm fucking brilliant drunk.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Pity that I can't quite remember how the next day.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-63245165256987744592007-05-07T23:27:00.000+10:002007-05-07T23:27:00.000+10:00While I would love for Melbourne to be able to cla...While I would love for Melbourne to be able to claim a monopoly on eloquent drunks, I can't in all justice argue that that is the case. I'm sure that Sydney has more than its fair share of stylish sots. Lenny Lower, for instance.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-87009843712287461482007-05-07T17:57:00.000+10:002007-05-07T17:57:00.000+10:00My sister (the twin) loves Wodehouse. I've been m...My sister (the twin) loves Wodehouse. I've been meaning to read some for years at her urging.<BR/><BR/>Am I unlucky or do you just have a special species of Melbourne drunk? Although it does sound like that chap might have been indulging in something else too... All the drunks I see around are the aggressive, harrassing-women sort. Good on you for entertaining him!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-73606102181175575792007-05-07T17:10:00.000+10:002007-05-07T17:10:00.000+10:00At the encouragement of Herr Nottlesby, I have bee...At the encouragement of <A HREF="http://nottlesby.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Herr Nottlesby</A>, I have been meaning to read some Wodehouse. <BR/><BR/>I had a recent encounter with drunken humour on the tram, with my umbrella. A tipsy chap and his parade stumbled onto the tram - their mission, I think, was to find a kebab shop at the end of Lygon Street - and when he saw my umbrella, he exclaimed: <BR/><BR/>"Ah! An electric umbrella!" <BR/><BR/>I replied with words to the effect, 'What are you talking about? There is no such thing as an electric umbrella, o drunken chap!'<BR/><BR/>He then went off on a rambling semantic discourse concluding that my umbrella had a button, and therefore it <I>must</I> be electric. <BR/><BR/>He then had many happy minutes/hours (much the same to a drunkard) opening and closing the umbrella. (I made it clear to him that the bad luck would be on him before hand it over to him).TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-10467503659930857272007-05-07T16:41:00.000+10:002007-05-07T16:41:00.000+10:00Hmmmm. I thought of the halfwit angle straight aw...Hmmmm. I thought of the halfwit angle straight away, so it made sense to me. I haven't read any O'Rourke. Are you a Wodehouse type too?<BR/><BR/>A "druinken" insult sounds like a novel bit of fun- like a dunking machine at a German country fair? The insult that's like a splash of cold water- which means it stops making sense in the second after you recover from the devastation of the initial blow. <BR/><BR/>I'm drinking "gunpowder green tea". Some might say it tastes like gunpowder, but it hits the spot rather nicely, I think.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-29455803911075063292007-05-07T16:18:00.000+10:002007-05-07T16:18:00.000+10:00I hadn't thought about the half-wit angle. I thoug...I hadn't thought about the half-wit angle. I thought it was a way for Hitchens to say 'He's a wit, but he doesn't think'. See what I mean, though? It's the kind of druinken insult that is funny, but doesn't quite make sense when you shine the cold, hard light of sobriety upon it. <BR/><BR/>Random O'Rourke insult by way of comparison: <BR/><I>"Industrialization came to England but has since left."</I> - P J O'Rourke.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-59598925239006076192007-05-07T16:00:00.000+10:002007-05-07T16:00:00.000+10:00He's half right politically and also he's half rig...He's half right politically and also he's half right because he's a halfwit or a nitwit? The words are interesting (just to stray a bit), aren't they? A halfwit is a quantity of wit which seems to cancel itself out, but a nitwit is a kind of wit which isn't wit. And then there's twit... Ah, where's my teapot?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-60651612127193137222007-05-07T15:21:00.000+10:002007-05-07T15:21:00.000+10:00"He thinks he's a wit: he's half right" - Christop..."He thinks he's a wit: he's half right" - Christopher Hitchens on P J O'Rourke. (Clever, that one, though it doesn't really make sense when you think about it.)TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-82614740626645046512007-05-07T15:11:00.000+10:002007-05-07T15:11:00.000+10:00Not unambiguously fantastic, of course!Not unambiguously fantastic, of course!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com