Rugby union
Crikey. I think I may have cancelled my gym membership prematurely...
Some members of the NSW Waratahs were training at the gym yesterday afternoon, sans shirts. They were doing some stretching exercises, with what looked like long elastic bands (that one usually finds on undies and jockstraps).
By the look of their bodies, it must be true that rugby is the game they play in heaven.
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
Monday, July 29, 2002
Campaign to save the brief!
While perusing through the photos in the Sports Illustrated Women Swimsuit Issue, I became quite concerned when I realised that not one of the models/athletes was wearing a Speedo cossie. I was saddened to see that despite having such fabulously toned bodies on display, the beloved tight Speedos were foresaken for the baggy, oh-so-unsexy boardshorts. *bleech* In my opinion, this stylistic decision not to display Speedos was simply another indication of one of the world's greatest fashion tragedies - the demise of the male brief!
Consider the fact that many a gay (and female) swim fan was left in a state of anguish when competitive swimmers replaced their tight tiny togs for those hideously unflattering neck-to-ankle body suits. (Thankfully, such voyeuristic opportunities have not been denied to those who watch diving, as the recent diving compeitions in the Commonewealth Games attest.) Or the fact that many a male now has a summer tan that end unattractively mid-thigh!
I blame the trend to the bland homogenised fashion tastes of Middle America. Not only have they marginalized the brief to the tacky and tasteless bargin bin, they have sinisterly branded them unpatriotic - an un-American Euro-fashion fetish.
I concede that briefs can be abused by certain wearers. They can be a danger in the wrong hands (or buttocks). But such reasoning can be used on hot pants and G-strings as well, yet there is no mass movement to see the demise of these items of clothing. The un-godly sight of a Speedo-abuser is not enough reason for seeing the complete eradication of their use.
A growing number of straight male youth have been white-washed to see briefs with disdain. Young women have been particularly vocal in their disapproval. Case in point: the female reader who complained to Dan Savage in his "Savage Love" column on her boyf's predilection for wearing Tighty Whities. As an advocate of the humble (and on some occassion, the not so humble) brief, Dan replied that if her boyf was "slim, boyish and hairless", wearing Tighty Whities should not be discouraged, but condoned. Furthermore, he encouraged his readers with "slim, boyish, hairless" boyfriends to send pictures of them in their TWs via e-mail...
...and the "My Boyfriend Sure Looks Hot in His Tighty Whities" Contest was created. Exercise your right to vote at www.tightywhitiesarehot.com and tell those underwear/swimwear fascists that they will never drive our beloved briefs to extinction! (Polls close at 5 pm EST on Tuesday August 6, folks.)
In order to enter a vote, one must go through all 72 contestants (which is no mean feat, when you consider I only have a 56K dial-up). After short-listing Contestants 73, 63, 56, 43, 20, 9 and 1, I decided to vote for Contestant 46. Exceptionally tasty.
While perusing through the photos in the Sports Illustrated Women Swimsuit Issue, I became quite concerned when I realised that not one of the models/athletes was wearing a Speedo cossie. I was saddened to see that despite having such fabulously toned bodies on display, the beloved tight Speedos were foresaken for the baggy, oh-so-unsexy boardshorts. *bleech* In my opinion, this stylistic decision not to display Speedos was simply another indication of one of the world's greatest fashion tragedies - the demise of the male brief!
Consider the fact that many a gay (and female) swim fan was left in a state of anguish when competitive swimmers replaced their tight tiny togs for those hideously unflattering neck-to-ankle body suits. (Thankfully, such voyeuristic opportunities have not been denied to those who watch diving, as the recent diving compeitions in the Commonewealth Games attest.) Or the fact that many a male now has a summer tan that end unattractively mid-thigh!
I blame the trend to the bland homogenised fashion tastes of Middle America. Not only have they marginalized the brief to the tacky and tasteless bargin bin, they have sinisterly branded them unpatriotic - an un-American Euro-fashion fetish.
I concede that briefs can be abused by certain wearers. They can be a danger in the wrong hands (or buttocks). But such reasoning can be used on hot pants and G-strings as well, yet there is no mass movement to see the demise of these items of clothing. The un-godly sight of a Speedo-abuser is not enough reason for seeing the complete eradication of their use.
A growing number of straight male youth have been white-washed to see briefs with disdain. Young women have been particularly vocal in their disapproval. Case in point: the female reader who complained to Dan Savage in his "Savage Love" column on her boyf's predilection for wearing Tighty Whities. As an advocate of the humble (and on some occassion, the not so humble) brief, Dan replied that if her boyf was "slim, boyish and hairless", wearing Tighty Whities should not be discouraged, but condoned. Furthermore, he encouraged his readers with "slim, boyish, hairless" boyfriends to send pictures of them in their TWs via e-mail...
...and the "My Boyfriend Sure Looks Hot in His Tighty Whities" Contest was created. Exercise your right to vote at www.tightywhitiesarehot.com and tell those underwear/swimwear fascists that they will never drive our beloved briefs to extinction! (Polls close at 5 pm EST on Tuesday August 6, folks.)
In order to enter a vote, one must go through all 72 contestants (which is no mean feat, when you consider I only have a 56K dial-up). After short-listing Contestants 73, 63, 56, 43, 20, 9 and 1, I decided to vote for Contestant 46. Exceptionally tasty.
Friday, July 26, 2002
Going digital
I have finally purchased a digital camera. After months of thorough research, I disposed of all rational thought and judgement and chose a camera purely on emotion and aesthetics. I love the Lumix television commercial, I think the camera looks cute and I was drawn in by the Leica name attached to its lens. I'm shallow like that...
Be warned, expect some mediocre amateur photography on this site in the near future.
I have finally purchased a digital camera. After months of thorough research, I disposed of all rational thought and judgement and chose a camera purely on emotion and aesthetics. I love the Lumix television commercial, I think the camera looks cute and I was drawn in by the Leica name attached to its lens. I'm shallow like that...
Be warned, expect some mediocre amateur photography on this site in the near future.
Thursday, July 25, 2002
Commonwealth Games
I think I have reached my annual quota of television sports-viewing already... and it's only the end of July.
Firstly, there was the World Cup, then there was Wimbledon. Now, there's the Commonwealth Games. At the moment, I have absolutely zero interest in them, but somehow I know that when the Opening Ceremony begins tomorrow, I will be in the midst of another sports frenzy. I can imagine the Commonwealth Games becoming quite addictive (even though they will be broadcast at an atrocious hour), since Australia seems to win everything.
I think I have reached my annual quota of television sports-viewing already... and it's only the end of July.
Firstly, there was the World Cup, then there was Wimbledon. Now, there's the Commonwealth Games. At the moment, I have absolutely zero interest in them, but somehow I know that when the Opening Ceremony begins tomorrow, I will be in the midst of another sports frenzy. I can imagine the Commonwealth Games becoming quite addictive (even though they will be broadcast at an atrocious hour), since Australia seems to win everything.
The lucky country
I can't help it; I have a curious obsession with lists, rankings and indexes. Maybe it's my inner mathematics nerd seeking out some quantitative analysis...
The United Nations has published its Human Development Index (HDI) for 2002.The index ranks countries based on "a composite measure" of life expectancy, education and income per person, and provides a more accurate snapshot of a nation's status than the traditional GDP per capita:
Britain came 13th. Although Australia has risen nine places since 1990, the country has dropped from second, last year.
I can't help it; I have a curious obsession with lists, rankings and indexes. Maybe it's my inner mathematics nerd seeking out some quantitative analysis...
The United Nations has published its Human Development Index (HDI) for 2002.The index ranks countries based on "a composite measure" of life expectancy, education and income per person, and provides a more accurate snapshot of a nation's status than the traditional GDP per capita:
- Norway
- Sweden
- Canada
- Belgium
- Australia
- USA
- Iceland
- Netherlands
- Japan
- Finland
Britain came 13th. Although Australia has risen nine places since 1990, the country has dropped from second, last year.
Hollywood epic
I'm v. interested in how Hollywood is prepared to portray Alexander the Great in the numerous green-lighted film projects about the historic figure.
According to Variety, Baz Luhrmann has joined up with producer Dino de Laurentis in the Universal Pictures/Twentieth Century Fox production of the Macedonian king's life, to be shot in Morocco next year. (Apparently, the King of Morocco has offered to contribute 1,500 men from his army as extras.) Oliver Stone has upped the ante, by announcing plans to shoot his own version in October, with Charlie B's "Most Beautiful Man for July 2002" Colin Farrell *swoon* (who I think is a way better choice than the originally cast Heath Ledger). In what can only be perceived as "the battle of the mega-directors", Martin Scorsese has also announced an Alexander movie with Leonardo DiCaprio! Wisely, Mel Gibson's mini-series for HBO has been postponed.
Apart from eagerly awaiting for pictures of Colin Farrell in a short Grecian "skirt", I wonder whether Hollywood will honestly portray the love affair between Hephaestion and Alexander or will movie-goers see a "sanitized" version, edited to be more easily consumed by the conservative folks of middle America?
I'm v. interested in how Hollywood is prepared to portray Alexander the Great in the numerous green-lighted film projects about the historic figure.
According to Variety, Baz Luhrmann has joined up with producer Dino de Laurentis in the Universal Pictures/Twentieth Century Fox production of the Macedonian king's life, to be shot in Morocco next year. (Apparently, the King of Morocco has offered to contribute 1,500 men from his army as extras.) Oliver Stone has upped the ante, by announcing plans to shoot his own version in October, with Charlie B's "Most Beautiful Man for July 2002" Colin Farrell *swoon* (who I think is a way better choice than the originally cast Heath Ledger). In what can only be perceived as "the battle of the mega-directors", Martin Scorsese has also announced an Alexander movie with Leonardo DiCaprio! Wisely, Mel Gibson's mini-series for HBO has been postponed.
Apart from eagerly awaiting for pictures of Colin Farrell in a short Grecian "skirt", I wonder whether Hollywood will honestly portray the love affair between Hephaestion and Alexander or will movie-goers see a "sanitized" version, edited to be more easily consumed by the conservative folks of middle America?
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
SinoDisney
Even before the first brick has been laid on the site of Hong Kong Disneyland, the Walt Disney Company has signed a letter of intent with the Shanghai Government to build a Disneyland theme park in Pudong.
Naturally, this move has upset the Hong Kong Government tremendously. Disney chose Hong Kong as its third international theme park destination in late 1999, with the Government promising the American company HK$22 billion (A$5.1 billion) to ensure that the park did not go to Shanghai.
HK Disneyland is expected to open in 2005 or 2006 and will provide only a couple of years head-start. The Shanghai opening is expected to coincide with the 2008 Olympics in Beijing.
The Government's decision to invest in a Disneyland was hardly the wisest decision. Although, I can understand the park's appeal, with many Hong Kongers seeing it as international validation, saying to the former colony: "You've finally made it. You're developed!"
Nevertheless, if the Government was sensible in their policies on creating future economic growth, they should not have placed so much public funds in, what many consider to be, an easy cash-cow project. Surely investment into the Special Administrative Region's poor education system would have been a better investment in its future. Alternatively, if the Government wanted more tourists in the city, putting a billion or five in environmental projects would entice more visitors to the once Fragrant Harbour, than any glamourised rat. Keep a lung or ride on the Tea Cups? I know what I would rather pick...
Even before the first brick has been laid on the site of Hong Kong Disneyland, the Walt Disney Company has signed a letter of intent with the Shanghai Government to build a Disneyland theme park in Pudong.
Naturally, this move has upset the Hong Kong Government tremendously. Disney chose Hong Kong as its third international theme park destination in late 1999, with the Government promising the American company HK$22 billion (A$5.1 billion) to ensure that the park did not go to Shanghai.
HK Disneyland is expected to open in 2005 or 2006 and will provide only a couple of years head-start. The Shanghai opening is expected to coincide with the 2008 Olympics in Beijing.
The Government's decision to invest in a Disneyland was hardly the wisest decision. Although, I can understand the park's appeal, with many Hong Kongers seeing it as international validation, saying to the former colony: "You've finally made it. You're developed!"
Nevertheless, if the Government was sensible in their policies on creating future economic growth, they should not have placed so much public funds in, what many consider to be, an easy cash-cow project. Surely investment into the Special Administrative Region's poor education system would have been a better investment in its future. Alternatively, if the Government wanted more tourists in the city, putting a billion or five in environmental projects would entice more visitors to the once Fragrant Harbour, than any glamourised rat. Keep a lung or ride on the Tea Cups? I know what I would rather pick...
Sex sells
It seems the oldest profession in the world is finally getting corporatised. In what is believed to be a world first, The Daily Planet Ltd in Melbourne announced it would go public, with plans to eventually list on the Australian Stock Exchange. The brothel hopes to raise an initial $12 milion, by issuing 12,000 shares, worth $1,000 each, to private investors . In the company's prospectus, the directors seek the capital to expand to Sydney, become a broader adult products company and move into overseas markets.
In many respects, with any moral objections aside, it looks like a v. good deal. Most indicators show that such an investment would be financially sound, as well as potentially v. lucrative. The adult industry makes an incredible profit of around 60 per cent annually. The Daily Planet has been profitable since opening in 1975, with annual gross proft of $2 million. In addition, the company is forecasting a secure fully franked return of 5.6 per cent a year, over the next 10 years. Unfortunately, I have no money to invest...
To the chagrin of some potential investors, there will be no shareholder discounts.
It seems the oldest profession in the world is finally getting corporatised. In what is believed to be a world first, The Daily Planet Ltd in Melbourne announced it would go public, with plans to eventually list on the Australian Stock Exchange. The brothel hopes to raise an initial $12 milion, by issuing 12,000 shares, worth $1,000 each, to private investors . In the company's prospectus, the directors seek the capital to expand to Sydney, become a broader adult products company and move into overseas markets.
In many respects, with any moral objections aside, it looks like a v. good deal. Most indicators show that such an investment would be financially sound, as well as potentially v. lucrative. The adult industry makes an incredible profit of around 60 per cent annually. The Daily Planet has been profitable since opening in 1975, with annual gross proft of $2 million. In addition, the company is forecasting a secure fully franked return of 5.6 per cent a year, over the next 10 years. Unfortunately, I have no money to invest...
To the chagrin of some potential investors, there will be no shareholder discounts.
Monday, July 22, 2002
Plus ça change...
Wednesday, 25 March 1992, D Day at School:
Bludged. Had Sport (life saving) at the Sydney University pool. Swam freestyle, backstroke, backskulling and breaststroke. Had a fantastic encounter with the male sexual organ in the change rooms.1 Never will forget. It was beautiful. Aunty Grizzle bought a chocolate mousse cake for us. Marked Science test. Beat [HongKongPhooey]2. Came 8th in English. Transformer-ism has swept 2D, blame it on Mustafa.
I had an amazingly good laugh, reading some of my old diary entries... 13 years old and already fully homosexualised. Wasn't I the little pervet?
I was both amused and horrified to rediscover that I agonise over many of the same things now as I did during my early adolescence. Apart from the usual money issues and family hassles, I am still pondering the mundanity of my life. I continue to lose various belongings, it seems. (It used to be school diaries, text books, rulers and unmbrella covers in 1992. I found out I lost my Medicare card today.)
There are, of course, a few things that have changed. Although I still maintain a terribly anti-social addiction to the tube, my television diet has changed somewhat. During those days, after-school tellie consisted of repeats of the fabulously kitsch (yet philosophically deep) Monkey Magic and the v. informative Degrassi Junior High. It was even cool to watch Beverly Hills 90210 then. (It's not where you live your life, but how you live it. 90210, more than just an address!)
In 8th grade, I had a burgeoning obsession with X-Men comics and trading cards. I stopped collecting a long time ago, but it is not surprising how this addiction has developed into one with glossy magazines. I'm exchanging one medium with pictures of hunky, square-jawed men in muscle-hugging clothing for another, so to speak.
Sadly, I have lost that voyeuristic thrill of taking sneak peeks at naked men in change rooms. These days, I strictly deter my eyes (unless the guys are clearly displaying themselves for others to admire...).
1I know how it reads, but I did not have sexual relations of any kind (Bill Clinton's definition or otherwise) in those change rooms that day (although that place is notorious for that sort of thing).
2Name withheld. HKP remains a close friend and shall be moving to HK for the same purpose as me.
Wednesday, 25 March 1992, D Day at School:
Bludged. Had Sport (life saving) at the Sydney University pool. Swam freestyle, backstroke, backskulling and breaststroke. Had a fantastic encounter with the male sexual organ in the change rooms.1 Never will forget. It was beautiful. Aunty Grizzle bought a chocolate mousse cake for us. Marked Science test. Beat [HongKongPhooey]2. Came 8th in English. Transformer-ism has swept 2D, blame it on Mustafa.
I had an amazingly good laugh, reading some of my old diary entries... 13 years old and already fully homosexualised. Wasn't I the little pervet?
I was both amused and horrified to rediscover that I agonise over many of the same things now as I did during my early adolescence. Apart from the usual money issues and family hassles, I am still pondering the mundanity of my life. I continue to lose various belongings, it seems. (It used to be school diaries, text books, rulers and unmbrella covers in 1992. I found out I lost my Medicare card today.)
There are, of course, a few things that have changed. Although I still maintain a terribly anti-social addiction to the tube, my television diet has changed somewhat. During those days, after-school tellie consisted of repeats of the fabulously kitsch (yet philosophically deep) Monkey Magic and the v. informative Degrassi Junior High. It was even cool to watch Beverly Hills 90210 then. (It's not where you live your life, but how you live it. 90210, more than just an address!)
In 8th grade, I had a burgeoning obsession with X-Men comics and trading cards. I stopped collecting a long time ago, but it is not surprising how this addiction has developed into one with glossy magazines. I'm exchanging one medium with pictures of hunky, square-jawed men in muscle-hugging clothing for another, so to speak.
Sadly, I have lost that voyeuristic thrill of taking sneak peeks at naked men in change rooms. These days, I strictly deter my eyes (unless the guys are clearly displaying themselves for others to admire...).
1I know how it reads, but I did not have sexual relations of any kind (Bill Clinton's definition or otherwise) in those change rooms that day (although that place is notorious for that sort of thing).
2Name withheld. HKP remains a close friend and shall be moving to HK for the same purpose as me.
Friday, July 19, 2002
Always look on the bright side of life...
Some simple things I am currently enjoying, adoring or completely exhultant about:
One blog entry without any cynicism, depressing commentary or whining. Sweet.
Some simple things I am currently enjoying, adoring or completely exhultant about:
- David Sedaris. I absolutely love him. Why did it take so long for me to discover this guy?
- Norah Jones. The Texan songbird has such exquisite voice. Mellifluous.
- Tuna melts. I've been eating these toasted sandwiches everyday this week. Tasty.
- Warm, sunny and dry weather. You'ld think it was Spring.
- The mesmerising Calvin Klein Truth model. Whenever I walk past one of the Chemist's windows on Oxford St, I stare at the advertisement. People must think I'm mad. He is also plastered on the wall, in front of the urinals, at the gym in St Leonards. It is sheer will power that prevents me from stealing one of the posters.
- Frances Conroy as Ruth in Six Feet Under. She always cracks me up. The Emmy nomination is well deserved. Hilarious.
- Ashtanga Yoga. It has been three weeks and it's still going strong. My glutes have never been so perky.
- Queer as Folk, the American version on SBS. Hal Sparks (Michael Novotny) is so adorable. He definitely rates well in my books. But why did Ted have to die?
- Stonewall Hotel. Three times during a week...
One blog entry without any cynicism, depressing commentary or whining. Sweet.
Thursday, July 18, 2002
General update
It is only within the last week that I have felt this way, but why does the idea moving to Hong Kong fill me with such dread? With the mindset I have at the moment, you'ld think I'm actually heading to gaol for 3-5 years without parole. I have this terrible fear that I'll have the most miserable time over there and that I won't be able to find any good friends. (Yes, I shall change my name to Nigel.) Intellectually, I try to convince myself that it is an opportunity of a lifetime - something I have been wanting for years - but my negative emotions always seem to overrule. Sometimes I think my perpetual state of neurosis will require me to be introduced to that lil' pink pill and finally get medicated...
An idle mind does lead to unhealthy thoughts, so I've been trying to keep "productive". I've been doing some "Spring" cleaning (yes, in the middle of Winter). As a self-confessed pack rat, I have accumulated a hella lotta crap over the years. Most of which I have no need for here, let alone consider taking with me overseas. So, in order to prepare myself for such a difficult exercise, I had to whipp myself into a throw-away frenzy. In the end, I quickly disposed of, without much rethinking:
There's still plenty of things to discard; I just need to be more discerning in what I want to keep.
In related news, I contacted the Universtiy of Hong Kong on my application status. They mentioned that the University will not be handing out offers until mid-August! How shitty is that? Do they expect people to have a nice opinion of their administration? That gives people less than two weeks between the offer and the beginning of classes. I'm looking into changing my preferences to City Universtiy now (although it seems l may be too late).
It is only within the last week that I have felt this way, but why does the idea moving to Hong Kong fill me with such dread? With the mindset I have at the moment, you'ld think I'm actually heading to gaol for 3-5 years without parole. I have this terrible fear that I'll have the most miserable time over there and that I won't be able to find any good friends. (Yes, I shall change my name to Nigel.) Intellectually, I try to convince myself that it is an opportunity of a lifetime - something I have been wanting for years - but my negative emotions always seem to overrule. Sometimes I think my perpetual state of neurosis will require me to be introduced to that lil' pink pill and finally get medicated...
An idle mind does lead to unhealthy thoughts, so I've been trying to keep "productive". I've been doing some "Spring" cleaning (yes, in the middle of Winter). As a self-confessed pack rat, I have accumulated a hella lotta crap over the years. Most of which I have no need for here, let alone consider taking with me overseas. So, in order to prepare myself for such a difficult exercise, I had to whipp myself into a throw-away frenzy. In the end, I quickly disposed of, without much rethinking:
- My collection of movie stubs since 1997. What on Earth was I keeping these for? So I can produce an alibi for 14 August 2000?
- Some past exam papers and assignments from high school and university. Yes, I am such a nerd.
- Old book and clothing receipts, which only remind me of how much money I have spent on clothes I do not wear and books I have not read.
- An assortment of old magazines, mainly non-fashion. I archive my fashion periodicals.
- A box of old used stamps from the primary school days, when I actually collected stamps.
- Various miscellaneous items.
There's still plenty of things to discard; I just need to be more discerning in what I want to keep.
In related news, I contacted the Universtiy of Hong Kong on my application status. They mentioned that the University will not be handing out offers until mid-August! How shitty is that? Do they expect people to have a nice opinion of their administration? That gives people less than two weeks between the offer and the beginning of classes. I'm looking into changing my preferences to City Universtiy now (although it seems l may be too late).
Monday, July 15, 2002
Coming to America 2
CreatineMonster flew out on his much belated trip to America the other day. His previously planned holiday to the States was unexpectedly delayed by unforseen circumstances. Things are fine this time round, but this revised version of his overseas trip has been edited down to a bit more than a week. Due to the time constraints, his itinerary consists of only two cities - San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Of particular interest, CM will be staying with his brother's friend in Los Angeles (the previously mentioned Aussie Falcon pornstar). As expected, I shall be eagerly awaiting the news and highlights of his adventures in the Wild Wild West (Hollywood).
I am such the vicarious traveller...
CreatineMonster flew out on his much belated trip to America the other day. His previously planned holiday to the States was unexpectedly delayed by unforseen circumstances. Things are fine this time round, but this revised version of his overseas trip has been edited down to a bit more than a week. Due to the time constraints, his itinerary consists of only two cities - San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Of particular interest, CM will be staying with his brother's friend in Los Angeles (the previously mentioned Aussie Falcon pornstar). As expected, I shall be eagerly awaiting the news and highlights of his adventures in the Wild Wild West (Hollywood).
I am such the vicarious traveller...
Readership
How exciting! On an ordinary day, this site gets less traffic than a whorehouse on the Nullarbor (as my sitemeter readings will attest), so I was v. pleasantly surprised to find that I received an email from a fellow blogger.
Jezka Petals of Pennsylvania, wrote me an extensive email regarding many things, but pertaining particularly to my "About Me" page (and from the comments she made, she actually read it all). She even forwarned me that her opinions should not be construed as hate mail (which is always a good sign). In the email, she expressed how she actually found my writing amusing (and no, I didn't pay her to say that), although she did criticise me for my profound ignorance of 14 year old girls. It seems that teenage girls these days do not have the same tastes in music, television, etc... as me, so the comparison is a bad stereotype. In addition, she queried on why I wanted to be a solicitor, since lawyers and politicians don't go to heaven.
Well, I earnestly replied to her email and apologised profusely for using that poor stereotype. Regarding the heaven bit, I stated that such a statement relied on a similar bad stereotype. Not all lawyers are immoral and have Luciferian motives. (Although I do know many that do.)
Anyway, that lil' email exchange led me to initiate a rereading of my "About Me" page. All I can say is: Yikes! Even I was offended by all the meaningless drivel that had been spewed out. Needless to say, I plan to upload a new "About Me" page with an extra shot of ego by the end of the month. (I'm giving myself a loose deadline.) By that time, methinks there will be a picture or two of yours truly attached. I wonder if readership will drop or improve after that?
How exciting! On an ordinary day, this site gets less traffic than a whorehouse on the Nullarbor (as my sitemeter readings will attest), so I was v. pleasantly surprised to find that I received an email from a fellow blogger.
Jezka Petals of Pennsylvania, wrote me an extensive email regarding many things, but pertaining particularly to my "About Me" page (and from the comments she made, she actually read it all). She even forwarned me that her opinions should not be construed as hate mail (which is always a good sign). In the email, she expressed how she actually found my writing amusing (and no, I didn't pay her to say that), although she did criticise me for my profound ignorance of 14 year old girls. It seems that teenage girls these days do not have the same tastes in music, television, etc... as me, so the comparison is a bad stereotype. In addition, she queried on why I wanted to be a solicitor, since lawyers and politicians don't go to heaven.
Well, I earnestly replied to her email and apologised profusely for using that poor stereotype. Regarding the heaven bit, I stated that such a statement relied on a similar bad stereotype. Not all lawyers are immoral and have Luciferian motives. (Although I do know many that do.)
Anyway, that lil' email exchange led me to initiate a rereading of my "About Me" page. All I can say is: Yikes! Even I was offended by all the meaningless drivel that had been spewed out. Needless to say, I plan to upload a new "About Me" page with an extra shot of ego by the end of the month. (I'm giving myself a loose deadline.) By that time, methinks there will be a picture or two of yours truly attached. I wonder if readership will drop or improve after that?
Sunday, July 14, 2002
Gucci
I'm always looking out for a great slogan on a T-shirt. Now, there's something to look forward to next summer:
According to those bitches (I use the term oh so affectionately) at Chic Happens, Tom Ford has decreed that the summer look for the Gucci guy next season will be T-shirts with the slogans "Suck Me", "F*** Me" and "Boy Box."
Lovely.
I'm always looking out for a great slogan on a T-shirt. Now, there's something to look forward to next summer:
According to those bitches (I use the term oh so affectionately) at Chic Happens, Tom Ford has decreed that the summer look for the Gucci guy next season will be T-shirts with the slogans "Suck Me", "F*** Me" and "Boy Box."
Lovely.
