An Oldie But A Goodie
Q: What did the lawyer say to the economist?
A: What are *you* in for?
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For entertainment purposes only.
I took the name for this post from a short film called "Truth In Advertising". This is a must see short film in which the characters (all Canadian actors, btw) are all advertising industry archetypes and out of whose mouth's come the bold faced truth of what they mean told in the sing song everyday tone of what they say. Click the link above. Watch it and weep as it applies equally well to just about every other soulless corporate situation comedy of your choosing.
Text from the site, defectiveyeti.com (linked above):
Today marks the day many years ago now that I decided I wasn't a baby anymore because my mom just had one - a new one. She is the reason why I knew how to change a diaper at age 5 - a skill that I have probably since lost. Have a wonderful day lil Sis!
I should make note that I love dogs in the most appropriate way possible. This photo struck me for the cute and weird expression captured on this dog. Kind of like that photo of you lying on your stomach on a lambskin rug at the age of 9 months. Really. No, really really.
I can chew gum and walk no problem but I can't listen to music and think/write effectively at the same time. Rather, I can't listen to music with narrative - anything with a verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus structure. No can do when I'm trying to write. I think I have too much excess noise in my head as it stands so I can only listen to classical or ambient. I have always been this way and have tried to program myself otherwise because I am a natural multi-tasker. I have been known to drive, apply mascara and eat at the same time. And to answer the obvious question to arise out of that, "I'm still here, ain't i?"
click link above for a little shot of "info-aesthetics" on this auspicious occasion
Now that I have your attention...This is not so much a statement of fact (though I'm toying with the possibility that it might be empirically true) as much as the name of a new song by TISM - a band I was into in my later highschool years. TISM (This Is Serious Mum) are a kind of dada-esque project of a bunch of musicians from Melbourne. To summarise quickly, their project is to simply fuck with the industry itself. For instance, the album that brought them into the mainstream was a "techno" album in the mid-nineties that was hugely popular and self-consciously crappy. I mean, it was just an unlistenable mash of techno cliches.
No one really knows for certain who they are (supposedly) and when they performed, they used to wear all black attire including their balaclavas. Some say the band is made up of prominent musicians from prominent Australian indie bands. Some say they were all went to art school together. I'm content to keep the mystery alive really.
They conduct interviews in their performance gear and one interview with them from an alternative weekly that springs to mind was when they granted an interview to a journalist but only under the condition they blindfold him and take him to an undisclosed location for the interview...which turned out to be a meat locker.
I saw them perform live once around '92 and they were awesome. My favourite moment was when they got the whole crowd to wave their hands in the air in unison then started to yell things like, "Kill all Jews! Kill all Jews! Get a haircut! Get a haircut! Kill your mom! Kill your mom!"...and we all kept on smiling and waving....
A song of theirs that has been running through my head of late is, "I'm Interested in Apathy":
I know who killed Marilyn Monroe
I can prove Einstein's theory wrong
But that's not what motivates me
I'm interested in...apathy
A-pa-thy, A-pa-thy, A-pa-thy
A-pa-thy, A-pa-thy, A-pa-thy
Click on the link above to hear the lament of this gorgeous bunny.
I know you didn't but this is a question a bunch of people on flickr are asking of themselves, dropping everything and taking an stock of what they choose to haul around with them everyday. Most of us are like are like snails with little microcosms of our homes on our backs. I came across this having just returned from the gym so it is skewed thus.
It reminds me of that time that Grant McCracken, an Anthropologist/fellow of my department/newlywed blogged about the anthropological uses of blogging. And to demonstrate what he meant, he blogged his fridge. That man makes me laugh.
The social scientist in me had to do this sincerely for the data collection possibilities (though not everyone does). The artist in me had to show that there IS order to my chaos. And the exhibitionist in me just wanted to put a pic of my panties on the internet. Click and the photo for a full accounting of "whatsinmybag."
I got a hair cut for the first time since this post. I wanted a change. Sarah-Jane was trying to talk me out of getting a fringe but eventually, I asked her to do it. And even she was pleased with the results.
Yes, she's teasing my hair. nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah!
If you speak another language, you know there are words in other languages that have no equal in english. A lot of those words enter the english languge for that very reason and I thinkSchaedenfreude is one of the very best. If it were a gift, I would want it for my birthday.