So, like, are they serious in their intentions to hand over the Nobel Peace Prize to Barack Obama in the coming days? Do you think that permeating the great establishment in Oslo is the feeling one gets on the way back to one’s hotel room having just picked up a Thai girl in a Bangkok bar? That sort of “now, did I really think this through properly, or was I just keen to impress my mates” kind of a sensation. (Clearly, this is anecdotal. Not a single reliable witness has ever been found who can verify i ever left that Bangkok bar with that ‘person’). Seems to me that the Nobel folk may have just acted a little to swiftly in handing over the prize to Mr. Popular.
Look, I love the guy as much as anyone else on planet earth. Love him. I think he should grow an afro, but i love him. (I know what you’re thinking, but i’m on the record as stating that I also believed that Jimmy Carter, Yasser Arafat and Stalin should have grown afros. My position on Mao was ambiguous. You know, the bald thing). But unless I’m wrong (like i may or may not have been in Thailand), don’t you actually have to do something that creates some degree of peace to be an even moderately credible recipient of this prize? Or have I got that wrong? Do you simply need to think about it? To talk about how awesome it would be. Tell people wouldn’t it be swell if…. And so on.
Why do I get the feeling that at any moment during the ceremony Kanye West is going to appear on stage and rip the thing out of his hands and declare Beyonce more deserving? Maybe she is. I love Beyonce. Love her. I think she should grow an afro, but I love her.
Anyway, it’s all looking like a bunch of crusty Scandinavians really just wanna get their photo taken with the great man in the special Nobel sauna they’re had built for the occasion. (note to self: begin immediate construction of Are They Serious Award Sauna and start nominating nightclub dancers from Bangkok). Meanwhile drones continue to inflict catastrophic civilian death counts in Pakistan; occupation is maintained in Afghanistan and Iraq; Iranian assets are frozen; and the suggestion that US troops be removed from Japan is flatly rejected. Should be the best acceptance speech since Michael Moore was the Oscar for Fahrenheit 9/11. (Correct, Michael, get an afro).
Bubble Bubble, Toil and Come Up with the World’s Worst Logo – so it goes at the mighty Carlton Blues who have this week unleashed the new “creative” for their club membership drive. Are they serious? Based on – or, if you like, stolen from – wrestling’s WWE, “Can You Smell What The Blues Are Cooking” seems to be a blend of soup cooking without sleeves, cheap North Korean animation, and an almost complete absence of punctuation.
Witness Witch-King and captain Chris Judd dropping eye of newt in the unholy brew of his club’s cauldren, where the broken wing of a magpie and the fuselage of a bomber plane boil. Behold his two-tone coven lurking at the back and concieving of rasing the undead, administering potions, and, possibly, kicking goals. Stirring, so to speak
But have the Blues even given a moment’s consideration to the broader healthy eating implications? Are the black and white birds fatty? Is there any risidual peanut matter to be found in the jets they’re cooking? What is the GI count on a Docker? These are the just some of the things that have been over-looked.
Regardless of the ingredients, there is little question on the taste. Bad. But what joy for opposition fans lies ahead when this is served up in the 2010 season. Yum.
I’ve just endured my first (and final) episode of Gossip Girl. Guess what: it’s not a documentary about Beth Ditto. Who knew? This show makes about as much sense to me as the panty liner ads that running in every commercial break. From what I can gather about this show, there is a society of dis-functionally affluent super models disguised as kids , living in the rarefied upper echelons of Park Avenue and negotiating their way through the mirky waters of infidelity. And, from what I can gather, it’s tough work.
Are they serious? Most of the chicks are crying coz they’re all either geting dicked by the same bloke, or not getting dicked by the same bloke while said bloke tells his various “bros” that they are the most important people in their lives and then someone found the time to light 8000 candles beneath whose dappled light some other upstart college boy can dick one of those chicks from earlier in this sentence (if you recall) all he while churning through with blind impunity the trust funds bequeathed to them and which will, eventually, be used merely as a safety set once the real revenue starts rolling in from the various sex tapes one of the previously undicked chicks (refer to easrlier part of sentence) will be unexpectedly the star of. And round it went for an hour or so.
I still have no idea what ws going on other than there ain’t a bloke in it who doesn’t need his face punched in and a chick who doesn’t need to get away frm these clowns, stop relying on her looks and recently perfected blow job talents and get job.
Now quite obviously I would sell my mother to a Noth Korean hard labour camp for the chance to serve drinks at one of these kids’ parties in the slight chance of picking up one of these blow job trust fund rich girls. But since negotiations are, typically of North Korea, currently stalled, I seriously don’t want to watch them going about their millionaire kid tough life business. Seems reasonable.
Also – is one of he chicks in the show acually the gossip girl of the title? If so, which one? Thanks in advance. Also, the episode was followed by another series about teenage vampires which, as far as I can tell, is only slightly behind ‘rich kid’ as a lifestyle choice. The kids are alright.
Sylvester Stallone is to reprise – or should it be exhume – Rambo. The 63-year old “actor” is set to again pull the headband tight, pull the top lip side ways, and break out the human growth hormones as everyone’s fave Italian American Vietnam Vet (not counting The Fonz, obviously) takes on drug traffickers on the Mexican-US border.
Is he serious? Wasn’t the last installment more than enough? Are there even any ways left to mutilate Mexicans that have not already been employed on Vietnamese/Arabs/Red Necks? A source is quoted as saying “the character obviously fascinates Sylvester and he feels there’s more life left in him”. Really? Don’t they mean money is something that obviously fascinates Sylvester and he feels he can squeeze a little more life out of the character assuming the production quality is low enough to reap a profit from a poorly anticipated box office result?
It’s easy to forget that Stallone is actually an oscar winner, but Stop! Or My Grandmother will Shoot is almost 20 years ago now and he can’t keep resting on those laurels. But do we really need another Rambo? Something wrong with Tango & Cash II? What, they can’t take out Mexicans? They punched their way out of Riker’s Island in 12 minutes. Or Demolition Man? Oh yeah – turns out it was an accountant that took down Snipes in the end. Judge Dread? hm, you know what – all of a sudden John Rambo is looking like the best option.
What I don’t know about women could fill a library. Honestly. Three monkeys drunk on paint thinners with a single broken typewriter between them could bang out in two minutes better pick up lines than I’ve ever had. Not to mention having a better idea of what to do once successful. Fortunately, I ain’t alone. Seems I am joined by every other non-douchebag on the planet.
Anyway, I have known all this for some time, yet I still find myself stunned and confused with the ubiquity of one Rob Pattinson. Are people serious? Has there been a magazine published in the past 6 months without this clown’s noodle on the front cover? Is there an event he isn’t photographed at? Every time i open an envelope i expect to see him standing next to me in a tuxedo. And what is the go with the co-star/girlfriend/vampiress? I can’t keep up – is she his girlfriend? Is she not? Are they fighting? Is it a secret? Is it spin? What the hell is going on here??
This bloke just won with a clenched fist in the cosmic paper, rock, scissors competition. I get that. But does this change the fact that he is, in fact, pretty ugly? Am I the only one who sees that he rose to fame on the back of being cast as a vampire because he genuinely looks like an undead ghoul? I’ve had enough of the foppish lank fringe and the creepy “sleepy” eyes. It’s just not a head I wanna see 40 times a week.
But, like I say, what i understand about females could be written with a crayon on the back of a toothbrush. And with Twilight films due to be released for about as long as the average vampire lives, chances are this head that looks like a slowly melting candle will be staring out at me from magazine covers for some time yet.
And here’s another thing while I’m thinking so clear-headedly: did you know that Carmen Electra is getting married to Rob Patterson? I just found this out. Is she serious?? What’s the go over there – you get a tattoo on your neck and learn two guitar chords and suddenly you’ve got more Bay Watch honeys hanging around you thasn the public change rooms at Malibu?? I guess you just have to be ugly enough.
Police have admitted they are baffled by the theft of over $10,000 worth of cucumbers in Adelaide. On 11 seperate occasion, large quantities of the vegetables have been swiped, the latest being 50 bags worth from a glasshouse in Virginia (yes, the cucumbers were removed from Virginia – don’t go there).
Are there theives serious? Yes, and it turns out that if you’re looking for a particular contriband to traffic, you can do a lot worse that cucmbers. Say the coppers “The issue with the cucumber is how do you or I tell how owns a particular cucmber?” There’s a story line for Law & Order right there. Whether it’s a mad salad maker, a well organised and highly motivated tea, of goats, or simply the man drought that is to blame, one thing is for sure – the cucmber black market is about to get seriously flooded.
So a second leg has been floating in the waters off the Mornington Peninsula. Police say they are baffled. Are they serious? Hey Coppers, they generally come do come in pairs!