
Labels: Ads, Culture Commentary
Random ramblings of yer average motorhead/techgeek/amateur photographer/people/culture watcher/unsolicited commentologist...P.S. Always safe for work.Except when I tell you it's not. Maybe. On second thought, you're on your own.
Labels: Ads, Culture Commentary
Labels: giving convention the finger
Labels: Culture Commentary
Labels: YouTube Vid
Labels: Culture Commentary, YouTube Vid
For 30 days and nights, wherever the Australian adventurer turned his salt-rimed eyes, he understood his solitude. His only solace was his courage and determination.
"I never once doubted he would do it," his wife Vicki said yesterday. And he almost did.
Paddling by day, drifting at night while he slept in a protective cocoon, Mr McAuley, 39, crossed 1500 kilometres of ocean. On February 9 he was within 30 nautical miles, or 54 kilometres, of the South Island of New Zealand, close enough to photograph its mountains.
Some time the next day, he expected to make landfall and achieve a long-held ambition to become the first man to take a kayak across the Tasman Sea. His wife and son were waiting for him in Milford Sound.
At 7.15pm, the New Zealand Coastguard picked up an almost indecipherable distress signal from a vessel that identified itself as Kayak 1. There were two clear words: "help" and "sinking". Then silence.
The following evening, his upturned seven-metre kayak was seen from the air. The kayak was recovered but Mr McAuley's body has not been found. It is believed he drowned in 15-degree water when the kayak capsized while he was asleep. He did not have an immersion suit, which might have helped him survive in the cold sea.
Today his wife, his three-year-old son Finlay, his parents, and his brother and sister will attend a memorial service at the Macquarie Lighthouse in Vaucluse.
Labels: YouTube Vid
Labels: Culture Commentary, Electronica
Labels: Cool site
Labels: Culture Commentary, Headshake
Labels: Space
Labels: YouTube Vid
Labels: Electronica
Labels: Headshake
Labels: Quip
My candidate for National Metaphor was The Magic Pudding, because it's the image used most often in political rhetoric and most appropriate to describe the way we regard our continent. But on the very day I wrote that, the British media raised a candidate for National Simile -- the father of a Qantas fight attendant speculated that the people who dobbed her in for dallying with Ralph Fiennes were probably "as ugly as a hatful of arseholes".
I asked for your proposals, and from the 60 dissertations you sent, I derived this glossary of useful comparisons for every occasion:
If he fell into a barrel full of tits he'd come up sucking his thumb.
(I'll be) off like ... a bucket of prawns in the sun, a salami in the sun.
Missed by a bee's dick
Piss in my pocket but don't tell me it's raining.
Shoot through like a Bondi tram.
Silly as a bum full of Smarties.
Smiling like a mother-in-law in a divorce court.
So bucktoothed, she could eat a watermelon through a barbed wired fence.
So hungry ... I could eat the arsehole out of a dead dingo, I could eat the crotch out of a low flying duck.
Sticks to the road like shit to a blanket.
Sweating like a fat chick in lycra.
Tight as a shark's arse.
Ugly as a hatful of arseholes.
Up and down like a bride's nightie.
Useless as ... tits on a bull, a glass door on a dunny, a letterbox on a tombstone, a pork chop at a synagogue.
Vanished like a fart in a fan factory.
Wonderful as they are, these images do seem to be stuck in a time warp. With the exception of the Baghdad bricklayer, they could all have been created before 1950. Every language needs to be serviced regularly, and we may be falling down on the job with ours. So now, instead of traditional expressions, I'm looking for original wordplay along the lines of "empty as a Corby boogie board bag", "pure as Justice Einfeld's driving record", "self-effacing as Eddie McGuire", "convincing as a Debnam promise", "competent as a NSW Cabinet Minister", etc.
Labels: Culture Commentary
“I’m still in shock,” she told The Examiner. “I can’t believe I lost my car for a couple of parking tickets.”
Watson parked her car in front of a friend’s house in West Baltimore on Sept. 26, 2006. Four hours later, she said, it vanished.
Believing the F-250 was stolen, Watson called Baltimore Police Department. After filling out a report and checking the impound lots, police promised to call if the car turned up.
After a month of checking with the city, Watson finally received a call, but not from the police.
“Someone called on my cell phone and asked me if I wanted to buy my car back for $3,000,” she said. “I was like, how did you get my cell phone number?”
It gets worse. Watson found out that, despite the stolen-car report, the city had towed her truck to its impound lot on Pulaski Highway for three unpaid parking tickets that totaled $574 in fines.
That’s the city’s policy. Three tickets, and your car is towed. When she complained, city officials cited a certified letter receipt signed by her. They say Watson knew the car was there. Watson says she never signed anything.
“I told them it wasn’t my signature, I never received the letter,” she said.
The United States Postal Service agreed. In a letter sent to Watson’s attorney, Peter Semel, the U.S. Post Office admitted that the certified letter receipt was in fact forged.
“Sometimes a carrier signs it as a favor, so the person doesn’t have to pick it up at the post office,” said U.S. Postal Attorney William Neel.
Still, the Postal Service won’t take responsibility for her loss. Not their problem, they say.
Adrienne Barnes, spokeswoman for the Department of Transportation, said the city was simply following procedures.
“City law gives us authorization to dispose of a vehicle within 45 days,” she said. “We take steps to notify the owner. After the allotted time, the vehicle becomes a safety hazard.”
City Councilman Jack Young, District 12, doesn’t see it that way. And he’s looking forward to a showdown with DOT officials March 1 at a hearing on his resolution that calls for city officials to explain why cars are sold so quickly.
“We can’t just sell people’s cars because we can’t get in touch with them.” he said. “It’s a lame excuse. We should use whatever means necessary to contact people.”
Labels: Four Wheels, Headshake
Labels: Headshake
Labels: Culture Commentary, Headshake
Labels: Four Wheels
Labels: Electronica, Tech