“How is the Chianti?” says old moses, breaking open the donation tin on a cafe table in Paddington. “The Chianti, sir?” says the waiter, “Well it’s-”
“Steady on!” yells Miss Kim. “I’m not drinking that piss!”
Old moses has a chuckle. “Women.” he says. “Very knowledgeable nowadays…Such a pity. Destroys their charm…”
Oh golly. And what happened next?
Well, let’s just say there’s probably lesser ways to cop a brulee on your scholarly head, but at $10.50 it’s expensive research.
Zaki Chehab is a leading Arab journalist currently in Australia. He has received little mainstream press, but his Sydney talk this week was illuminating:
Oh c’mon Mark, you know they don’t count. And speaking of Lateline, did anybody see Gerard Henderson last night, repeating each of Judy Brett’s points, one by one as she made them, as though they were his own (superior) arguments?
Hi, great blog you have here. I’m going to blogroll it for sure! You may be interested in my interesting blog, about my interesting opinions, such as how much fun it is to get up early on Saturday mornings and read interesting blogs.
Yeah, I saw the boorish Henderson - not only repeating Brett’s points, but repeatedly butting into them and finishing them for her. What a pig. Just the sort of boofhead you’d want to have around for dinner - not.
Well, I ws settling in over the Age this morning in Nth Fitzroy, keeping the lattes coming, etc, when I spot a short interview piece about Ostrayan blogs, with one M. Bahnisch.
Yes, p2 of the (often misnamed) “Insight” section.
Estimated 28 million blogs worldwide, yada yada
MB of LP (url given) says “[stats about US workers skiving off blogging, cost to economy estimates in work years]”
MB says LPs hits double Monday morning, cf. Sat arvo.
article continues - Its now big business, etc, US100mill in advertising on big US blogs, “A-list” sites
B and C list blogs dont make much out of it [really? should be in breaking news]
One feminist blogger from US says advertising cramps yer style anyway [clearly cant pull a sponsor]
here’s the bit:
“In OZ many larger blogs, incl. LP, Tim Blair and webdiary ask for donation and include some advertising, but none make the kind of incomes the larger US sites are generating”
“…none make the kind of incomes the larger US sites are generatingâ€?
So the LP t-shirt marketing scam bit the dust hey? Kinda odd too that an article on blogs doesn’t appear online. Another example of how that Jaspan prannet doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing with The Age.
Well, the t-shirt marketing scam would work better, Nabs, if we ever got around to getting the designs up and running on cafepress so people could actually order them.
The Age almost never link to blogs when they quote them. They are also generally coy about proper attribution. Kate, weren’t you quoted without direct attribution last year in a Fairfax paper about something or other? Or am I misremembering that?
My hunch is they have yet to come up with a way of attributing what they want to quote without using a name that they feel weird about printing. As in, they would rather just print “a blogger wrote” than print “Blogger calling him or herself ‘Barista’ wrote xyz” or “‘Saint in a straightjacket’ wrote zxy”. In a recent example I saw, an article about that Coke Zero campaign & associated backlash, The Age gave the name of the blog they quoted, but not the URL, and though the blogger signs every post Dr Henrik Ziegler, which may be his real name for all I know, the article referred to him only as “a blogger” or “one blogger.” Mark using his real full name on LP erases the problem for them in this case.
I dunno. I can see they might view pseudonymity and online masks as a kind of unseriousness not compatible with Journalism, but the MSM in general needs to get over that. Unsigned journalism and commentary is not new historically & the issue isn’t going to go away. If the MSM want the blogosphere to respect their intellectual property and moral rights (as we ought to) then perhaps they should try ot meet us halfway on some of these issues.
Not hyperlinking to quoted blogs in online versions of newspaper articles is pretty poor practice in my opinion. I guess it’s a cost issue. But that doesn’t excuse it.
I like dumb broads. They chatter less, and aren’t always at you to stop doing something. I like a rest. From the latest GREAT CONTROVERSY. And dumb broads don’t care a damn for controversy at all.
They like gossip, as do all women, but dumb-broad gossip is light, easily brushed aside, and gives you a laugh anyway.
So if you want a brainy doll, go ahead, but they tend not to be good looking.
But maybe you want that too.
Poor sap.
’21st century rules please’.
The answer to your question is no. Never.
RH - you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Sex is, after all, a meeting of the minds rather than a mere collision of bodies. And when you meet someone with an imagination that’s waaaaay dirtier than your own - well, let’s just say it beats seven shades of shit out of playing Halo on the X-Box. But no dumb broad is ever going to take you there.
Hmmm. Hendo and Brett are at the next Fabian Soc event in Sydney on that very topic, 10 years of Howard. Hope they didn’t use up all their best gags on Lateline. Julia Gillard is lined up too.
“RH - you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Sex is, after all, a meeting of the minds rather than a mere collision of bodies.”
Come on Trotsky. Tell us something we can believe. No smart broad is going to want anything to do with you. Unless of course you are built like a horse and she can bring a few good books with her.
“Listen fruitcake I get very annoyed when a waste of time like you…..”
Oh, my. Is this what people call a “flame”? How exciting!
I remember when we first brought the internet home; it was such a wee, cute little thing. The man at the store had said that when the internet grew bigger, it might try to “flame” us — but I didn’t really believe him back then. And here I am now, being “flamed” for the very first time!
Plain people. RH is right. You are talking Gibber. Either the THC is working its way out of your system or you’ve gone off your Schizophrenia pills.
Or you might be some sort of dumb-goth. Say something of substance that is irony-free. Some people are too stupid to use irony with discrimination and there appears to be a great deal of such people around right now. I suggest that you are too stupid to allow yourself to use irony on forums.
Its a cowardly technique in any case. Since irony is usually a way of taking meaningless potshots at other peoples positions and of distracting an argument or a topic WITHOUT THE IRONIST PUTTING THEIR OWN CARDS ON THE TABLE.
Getting flamed is when a goat like you buys something from Harvey Norman with “nothing to pay for eighteen months” and then when you ain’t got the dough in eighteen months you get torched with red hot interest.
That’s when your fingers get burnt and your balls catch fire.
Frame any comment of mine you like - and put your name on it.
It’ll make you appear interesting.
Right now you’re about as interesting as a pimp’s underpants.
Dumb Broads might have their place in the scheme of things …… but being with a woman who is charming and knowledgable is a hell of a lot better. You don’t have to have disagreements or earnest debates to have a thoroughly stimulating and pleasurable time together. Besides, don’t tell me that there aren’t Dumb Broads who don’t whinge, squabble. argue and carry on like a pork chop. No, just as I prefer to have salt and pepper on my food ((how’s that for being politically incorrect?)), I prefer the company of interesting women.
You remind me of a veteran brass-band tuba player, bitching about the way the cornets always get the interesting melody parts, while he’s stuck with the Oompah-Oompah Stick it up your Jumper bits.
As Oscar Peterson replied when asked “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” - Practice, lady, practice.
Tyro Rex — Good for you, and congratulations. A wise man, indeed.
R.H., Comrade G. (or should I call you Larry and Curly?) –
Personally I don’t think much of name-calling in a faceless medium like this (cowardice, anyone?), but since you both practically sent me an engraved invitation…
Comrade G., had we been discussing a different topic –politics, say, or tastes in music– I would thoroughly agree with your devaluation of irony as a sporting man’s technique. But review the thread, dearie. There isn’t really a sporting riposte to ‘fruitcake,’ outside of gentle irony. “Putting their own cards on the table,” as you say? The original topic of discussion was a bloke’s preferences in his female friends. In these matters, metaphor is an ancient and humane mode of discourse. (Translation, nimrods: There are ladies present on this thread. Note my restraint in failing to include the both of you in that fine company. Too easy; take a lesson.)
R.H. — since you couldn’t fathom my original post without a lot of unnecessary fuss, I’ll spoon-feed it to you: (again, there were and are considerations of taste, yes?) The verbal and visual literature comparing, say, the female form to a guitar, is, shall we say, time-honored. Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of waking up in the morning with a real, live woman in your bed, or you might have been content with a hint. Some day, with luck and prayer, you may discover what I’m talking about. Til then, I can’t be bothered with the time it would take to dissect a blowhard like yourself nerve by nerve; frankly, you can’t afford my services.
Stop assuming things about the posters here. For a man who thinks that a “leftist description” of right wing public behaviour is suspect you’re treading on very thin ice with your many assumptions about just who is posting.
I’ve got no idea who the hell ‘Plain People’ is and I imagine that’s mutual. Your blow-in posting record for the day is: tiresome.
Comrade G. — *Now* who’s off the schizophrenia pills? For the record: I live in North America, and I also post here as j_p_z / john_peter_zenger). (The “Plain People” thing began as a circumstantial amusement; for its origins, I refer you to the late, brilliant Myles na gCopaleen in the Irish Times. Check it out. Maybe you’ll simmer down, and have a laugh or two.)
I rather thought that my spelling, erm, “errours” would tip off anyone who cared that I’m a yank. I am certainly not Tyro Rex, though I applaud his cojones, and his marital judgement. Thanks, man.
Moderator: I am very sorry about all this, but I did not begin it. Now that I have satisfied myself by responding to these trogs, I will withdraw from the whole thing. Please, everyone: go back to enjoying your open thread. Graeme, I read your other analytical posts with much interest and respect. I often agree with what you have to say. I am sorry that this has gotten so damn weird. I really hate drama.
Gummo - w/r/t your delightful Oscar Peterson quote… I have a pretty funny true story to tell you about that, but I’ll save it for a mellower time, man.
I can’t afford your services? Is that right squire? Okay, so where do you work then, the Daily Planet?
You don’t, because I know the owners of that top class brothel and they’d never hire a gasbag like you.
They’d never hire anyone who tries to pass bullshit off as irony. I can tell you what irony is, because it was invented here in Australia - by a Sydney drag queen called BOADICEA (”Hi dearie, I just hate your new outfit” “Thanks darling, I hate yours too”) it’s what you say when you’re a catty queen with nothing to say, that’s all.
And you reckon I’ve never had a root.
Is that so?
Well I’ll tell you something fairyfloss, I’d get more roots in a weekend than you’d get in a whole year. Because when I put the hard word on a dame I never use irony; she always knows what I mean.
“Well I’ll tell you something fairyfloss, I’d get more roots in a weekend than you’d get in a whole year. Because when I put the hard word on a dame I never use irony; she always knows what I mean.’
Specially impressive, RH, considering you’re obviously hurling hot, unironic verbal foreplay over your shoulder while typing………………
Personally I prefer a man with a really big brain who demonstrates a skillful use of irony. Well, either that or really really ridiculously good-looking.
To change the subject, today I heard about Walmart in China, where they have 39 stores going on 2,000. Every day the employees begin by singing an ‘ode to Walmart’. And yes, it’s to the tune of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy.
If I were the Cultural Commissar in China all those people (or at least their bosses) would be shot at dawn!
Pardon this being said Anna Winter but I think your gravatar thing is unfortunate. It gives you a supercilious look.
HOWEVER if that’s what you want disregard this. Altogether.
RH
Just a side comment and no harm intended. If as you say your getting so many “roots” in a weekend as us normal plebs do in a year, what the fuck are you doing on this thread?
Shouldn’t you be “putting the hard word” on a dame and getting a “root”?
What’s the Daily Planet, Superman? I don’t really get that one.
You really have a knack of bringing everything back to how women look, don’t you RH? I will certainly keep the Opinions of RH in mind should I ever change it.
Si pesano, well you mightn’t know this but even Casonava took a rest.
The Daily Planet is a brothel in Horne Street (fair dinkum) Elsternwick and is listed on the Stock Exchange (fair dinkum).
It’s the best and most luxurious knock shop in Melbourne. I’m acquainted with one of its part owners and can vouch for its GOOD VIBES and merry atmosphere.
I disagree RH I think it’s avery sexy, lead me on type eye gavatar.
I kinda melt everytime she’s looking at me. It’s even better when she’s angry with you as the eye thingi goes sexy weird kind of.
RH
Why would you bother with the Daily Planet gals as you seem to have a ton of charisma with non-paying “dames” and the stamina of well, superman.
Tell me, I’m on Israeli combat rations these days, what do you do for stamina etc.. We can all improve a little on that score, so what can I we do to improve things.
Also tell us how you talk up a dame and get her in the hay that same night. What’s your mojo.
I’m only asking out of curosity as I’m happily married
Yes well sometimes I pop into the Planet for a dance with the girls while they’re between jobs. They enjoy that; vertical hoppings are a nice break for them. And I’m very good at the tango too, which is a prostitutes most popular dance. But I never ‘go all the way’. Golly no, I can’t afford it.
What do I do for stamina? I rest up all week then root like crazy on the weekend. Okay?
How do I talk them up and get them into the cot the same night? Hey! Are you cracked? What do you mean same night? It goes day AND night!
With respect, Chairman, this discussion is becoming a bit of a wank. I do take into account that JC asked you a question, but can we have less of the boy/cock/sex onanism?
I never realized. It’s breathtaking in its simplicity. And yet it’s so complex at the same time.
You must be all pumped there, superman. HAve a good one. Night that is.
What rating out of 10 do you afford the most recent “dame”?
Kimmy
It’s 12.30 for god’s sake.
The ALP is guuna make it this year. Your guy up there looks safe. So let RH some slack willya. He’s adding flavour to the weekend end.
Very gentlemanly of you, Chairman. Glad to see the conversation take that turn. Otherwise Anna and I would have had to have speculated on which right wing male pollies would be the best bonk
Kimmy will let you do a brothel review, or in her repressed PC language, a sex workers review.
Tell all us repressed guys and gals what the kids are like at the daily planet.
If you do that I’ll tell you about Stringfellows in NYC where could blow 10G on a client outing in a 1 1/2. It used be be allowed as an expense item for the firm I worked
Er, Joe, if you’re going to start using sockpuppets, “anon” isn’t the most creative name. How about “happily married but terribly interested in brothel reviews”?
R.H. Hmmm, John Anderson has a certain Clark Kent charm, I think.
Sociology Never Sleeps:
“How is the Chianti?” says old moses, breaking open the donation tin on a cafe table in Paddington. “The Chianti, sir?” says the waiter, “Well it’s-”
“Steady on!” yells Miss Kim. “I’m not drinking that piss!”
Old moses has a chuckle. “Women.” he says. “Very knowledgeable nowadays…Such a pity. Destroys their charm…”
Oh golly. And what happened next?
Well, let’s just say there’s probably lesser ways to cop a brulee on your scholarly head, but at $10.50 it’s expensive research.
Two obvious mistakes here:
Chianti might be alright but CRP Chateau Cardboard 2006 beats it hands down - and it’s cheaper too.
Women being very knowledgable doesn’t destroy their charm, it enhances their charm and makes the pleasure of their company so much more enjoyable.
And a third (more sociology): ‘old moses’ is actually a bloody offensive racist slur, RH, so could you save it for your private conversations?
Zaki Chehab is a leading Arab journalist currently in Australia. He has received little mainstream press, but his Sydney talk this week was illuminating:
http://antonyloewenstein.com/blog/2006/02/24/zaki-chehab/
Except that he was on Dateline and Lateline.
Oh c’mon Mark, you know they don’t count. And speaking of Lateline, did anybody see Gerard Henderson last night, repeating each of Judy Brett’s points, one by one as she made them, as though they were his own (superior) arguments?
They are, aren’t they?
Shameless self promotion - a link to this weekend’s obligatory light reading. It’s a cracker, though I do say so myself.
Hi, great blog you have here. I’m going to blogroll it for sure! You may be interested in my interesting blog, about my interesting opinions, such as how much fun it is to get up early on Saturday mornings and read interesting blogs.
Yeah, I saw the boorish Henderson - not only repeating Brett’s points, but repeatedly butting into them and finishing them for her. What a pig. Just the sort of boofhead you’d want to have around for dinner - not.
Comrade Trotsky, do you think we’re only here to provide space for you to advertise your blog?
Lurking under the bed hey Trotsky. So you are the callous murderer-lover as I thought.
Is there a bed in the house for reds to lurk under?
Well, I ws settling in over the Age this morning in Nth Fitzroy, keeping the lattes coming, etc, when I spot a short interview piece about Ostrayan blogs, with one M. Bahnisch.
LP is a leading blog, the Age sayeth!
Well done!
Oh, really, is it online, Lefty E?
Doesnt seem to be Mark, but given my daughter’s asleep, I shall tap out the highlights for you…
Give me a moment….
Cheers!
Yes, p2 of the (often misnamed) “Insight” section.
Estimated 28 million blogs worldwide, yada yada
MB of LP (url given) says “[stats about US workers skiving off blogging, cost to economy estimates in work years]”
MB says LPs hits double Monday morning, cf. Sat arvo.
article continues - Its now big business, etc, US100mill in advertising on big US blogs, “A-list” sites
B and C list blogs dont make much out of it [really? should be in breaking news]
One feminist blogger from US says advertising cramps yer style anyway [clearly cant pull a sponsor]
here’s the bit:
“In OZ many larger blogs, incl. LP, Tim Blair and webdiary ask for donation and include some advertising, but none make the kind of incomes the larger US sites are generating”
Cool, thanks, might check out and see whether they’ve got The Age down at the Merthyr Road newsagent.
“…none make the kind of incomes the larger US sites are generatingâ€?
So the LP t-shirt marketing scam bit the dust hey? Kinda odd too that an article on blogs doesn’t appear online. Another example of how that Jaspan prannet doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing with The Age.
Well, the t-shirt marketing scam would work better, Nabs, if we ever got around to getting the designs up and running on cafepress so people could actually order them.
Front:
“I commented at Lavartus Prodeo and all I got was this purple t-shirt”
Back:
“Your comment is waiting moderation”
The Age almost never link to blogs when they quote them. They are also generally coy about proper attribution. Kate, weren’t you quoted without direct attribution last year in a Fairfax paper about something or other? Or am I misremembering that?
My hunch is they have yet to come up with a way of attributing what they want to quote without using a name that they feel weird about printing. As in, they would rather just print “a blogger wrote” than print “Blogger calling him or herself ‘Barista’ wrote xyz” or “‘Saint in a straightjacket’ wrote zxy”. In a recent example I saw, an article about that Coke Zero campaign & associated backlash, The Age gave the name of the blog they quoted, but not the URL, and though the blogger signs every post Dr Henrik Ziegler, which may be his real name for all I know, the article referred to him only as “a blogger” or “one blogger.” Mark using his real full name on LP erases the problem for them in this case.
I dunno. I can see they might view pseudonymity and online masks as a kind of unseriousness not compatible with Journalism, but the MSM in general needs to get over that. Unsigned journalism and commentary is not new historically & the issue isn’t going to go away. If the MSM want the blogosphere to respect their intellectual property and moral rights (as we ought to) then perhaps they should try ot meet us halfway on some of these issues.
Not hyperlinking to quoted blogs in online versions of newspaper articles is pretty poor practice in my opinion. I guess it’s a cost issue. But that doesn’t excuse it.
Well, there’s that Anna, and the splendid entertainment to be had at the chimp enclosure.
Even money says the next jobbie is aimed at me.
“Is there a bed in the house for reds to lurk under?”
Ha Ha Ha. Now there’s an idea. Just a matress on the floor (stay low to avoid fire) and a rifle permanently pointed at the door.
“Come in. Please. Do come in. You’re most welcome.”
Getting back to Antony’s claim:
Chehab’s views are also on show in The Age today.
All the articles in The Economist are unsigned.
“Unsigned journalism and commentary is not new historically & the issue isn’t going to go away.”
After all, I wrote the bloody ‘Federalist Papers,’ and all I got out of it was this purple T-shirt.
Oh. And the US Constitution. My memory slips. Getting old!
Graham Bell!
Speak for yourself, okay?
I like dumb broads. They chatter less, and aren’t always at you to stop doing something. I like a rest. From the latest GREAT CONTROVERSY. And dumb broads don’t care a damn for controversy at all.
They like gossip, as do all women, but dumb-broad gossip is light, easily brushed aside, and gives you a laugh anyway.
So if you want a brainy doll, go ahead, but they tend not to be good looking.
But maybe you want that too.
Poor sap.
’21st century rules please’.
The answer to your question is no. Never.
RH - you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Sex is, after all, a meeting of the minds rather than a mere collision of bodies. And when you meet someone with an imagination that’s waaaaay dirtier than your own - well, let’s just say it beats seven shades of shit out of playing Halo on the X-Box. But no dumb broad is ever going to take you there.
Hmmm. Hendo and Brett are at the next Fabian Soc event in Sydney on that very topic, 10 years of Howard. Hope they didn’t use up all their best gags on Lateline. Julia Gillard is lined up too.
Gummo. At my level it’s a collision of bodies. That’s all.
-No dumb broad has a dirty imagination? What?
Are you cracked? They’ve got nothing else!
(Jokes aside, love beats everything)
“RH - you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Sex is, after all, a meeting of the minds rather than a mere collision of bodies.”
Come on Trotsky. Tell us something we can believe. No smart broad is going to want anything to do with you. Unless of course you are built like a horse and she can bring a few good books with her.
Unless you lot know some labour-saving device I don’t know about, manually loading links is a complete pain in the pinny.
I get to lay other people’s articles out for the internet and I can tell you my heart sinks when I see a lot of links.
I bet that is what stops the Age - they have to get into an automated process with manual labour.
That said, the whole point of the internet is that it is hyperlinked, so you really have to do it.
Gummo, R.H., Comrade G. — w/r/t yer whole “intelligent women ou les autres?” debate…
Q.: Which is better — a piano or a guitar?
A.: Just learn your scales, chords, and arpeggios, man.
There’s much wisdom in the jokes beloved by all 9-year-olds, viz.
“What’s the difference between a fork?”
“Do you walk to school, or carry your lunch?”
well, tea-time’s over for me… back into the sack!
Listen fruitcake I get very annoyed when a waste of time like you decides to be a BIG STYLIST.
What do you want to SAY?
I am moved as always by the assault of the fascists on Rugby League, and their attempts to use Rugby Union to propagate their hideous ideologies.
This link is a brief overview of the Rugby Union’s SORDID history.
http://www.concreteboots.com/truth.htm
Here is what good conscious left-wingers are doing about it
http://www.concreteboots.com/XIII.htm
“Listen fruitcake I get very annoyed when a waste of time like you…..”
Oh, my. Is this what people call a “flame”? How exciting!
I remember when we first brought the internet home; it was such a wee, cute little thing. The man at the store had said that when the internet grew bigger, it might try to “flame” us — but I didn’t really believe him back then. And here I am now, being “flamed” for the very first time!
Do you think I should get it framed or something?
IRONY ON FORUMS.
Plain people. RH is right. You are talking Gibber. Either the THC is working its way out of your system or you’ve gone off your Schizophrenia pills.
Or you might be some sort of dumb-goth. Say something of substance that is irony-free. Some people are too stupid to use irony with discrimination and there appears to be a great deal of such people around right now. I suggest that you are too stupid to allow yourself to use irony on forums.
Its a cowardly technique in any case. Since irony is usually a way of taking meaningless potshots at other peoples positions and of distracting an argument or a topic WITHOUT THE IRONIST PUTTING THEIR OWN CARDS ON THE TABLE.
Getting flamed is when a goat like you buys something from Harvey Norman with “nothing to pay for eighteen months” and then when you ain’t got the dough in eighteen months you get torched with red hot interest.
That’s when your fingers get burnt and your balls catch fire.
Frame any comment of mine you like - and put your name on it.
It’ll make you appear interesting.
Right now you’re about as interesting as a pimp’s underpants.
Bad german minimal techno.
… and now I’d like to hear from the women about whether they prefer dumb blokes or brainy ones. Or is it a scales-and-arpeggios thing?
R.H.
Dumb Broads might have their place in the scheme of things …… but being with a woman who is charming and knowledgable is a hell of a lot better. You don’t have to have disagreements or earnest debates to have a thoroughly stimulating and pleasurable time together. Besides, don’t tell me that there aren’t Dumb Broads who don’t whinge, squabble. argue and carry on like a pork chop. No, just as I prefer to have salt and pepper on my food ((how’s that for being politically incorrect?)), I prefer the company of interesting women.
Pavlov, I like really smart, really good-lookin’ men meself, but I don’t mind if they’re poor.
And speaking of MSM writing about blogs, did anyone see the unutterably stupid comparison of blog platforms in the SMH icon yesterday?
I tried to find it online, but as the icon hyperlink in the “sections” on the sitemap takes you to the motoring section I gave up.
A nice, big, juicy, well-wired, smoothing-firing brain is the single biggest turn on in a girl, I find. I love it so much, I married one.
Zoe, that Icon thing was indeed stupid. Movable Type? Word Press? $120 for that Smarty Host thing? I think not.
Graeme,
You remind me of a veteran brass-band tuba player, bitching about the way the cornets always get the interesting melody parts, while he’s stuck with the Oompah-Oompah Stick it up your Jumper bits.
As Oscar Peterson replied when asked “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” - Practice, lady, practice.
Tyro Rex — Good for you, and congratulations. A wise man, indeed.
R.H., Comrade G. (or should I call you Larry and Curly?) –
Personally I don’t think much of name-calling in a faceless medium like this (cowardice, anyone?), but since you both practically sent me an engraved invitation…
Comrade G., had we been discussing a different topic –politics, say, or tastes in music– I would thoroughly agree with your devaluation of irony as a sporting man’s technique. But review the thread, dearie. There isn’t really a sporting riposte to ‘fruitcake,’ outside of gentle irony. “Putting their own cards on the table,” as you say? The original topic of discussion was a bloke’s preferences in his female friends. In these matters, metaphor is an ancient and humane mode of discourse. (Translation, nimrods: There are ladies present on this thread. Note my restraint in failing to include the both of you in that fine company. Too easy; take a lesson.)
R.H. — since you couldn’t fathom my original post without a lot of unnecessary fuss, I’ll spoon-feed it to you: (again, there were and are considerations of taste, yes?) The verbal and visual literature comparing, say, the female form to a guitar, is, shall we say, time-honored. Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of waking up in the morning with a real, live woman in your bed, or you might have been content with a hint. Some day, with luck and prayer, you may discover what I’m talking about. Til then, I can’t be bothered with the time it would take to dissect a blowhard like yourself nerve by nerve; frankly, you can’t afford my services.
“Tyro Rex — Good for you, and congratulations. A wise man, indeed.”
Stop talking to yourself ‘Plain People…..”
Comrade Graeme
Stop assuming things about the posters here. For a man who thinks that a “leftist description” of right wing public behaviour is suspect you’re treading on very thin ice with your many assumptions about just who is posting.
I’ve got no idea who the hell ‘Plain People’ is and I imagine that’s mutual. Your blow-in posting record for the day is: tiresome.
Comrade G. — *Now* who’s off the schizophrenia pills? For the record: I live in North America, and I also post here as j_p_z / john_peter_zenger). (The “Plain People” thing began as a circumstantial amusement; for its origins, I refer you to the late, brilliant Myles na gCopaleen in the Irish Times. Check it out. Maybe you’ll simmer down, and have a laugh or two.)
I rather thought that my spelling, erm, “errours” would tip off anyone who cared that I’m a yank. I am certainly not Tyro Rex, though I applaud his cojones, and his marital judgement. Thanks, man.
Moderator: I am very sorry about all this, but I did not begin it. Now that I have satisfied myself by responding to these trogs, I will withdraw from the whole thing. Please, everyone: go back to enjoying your open thread. Graeme, I read your other analytical posts with much interest and respect. I often agree with what you have to say. I am sorry that this has gotten so damn weird. I really hate drama.
Gummo - w/r/t your delightful Oscar Peterson quote… I have a pretty funny true story to tell you about that, but I’ll save it for a mellower time, man.
Take it easy plain people. No problem.
“…you’re treading on very thin ice with your many assumptions about just who is posting.”
Yeah, I can see that and I’m shaking in my shoes. But at least the two of you are showing some directness and lucidity now.
I can’t afford your services? Is that right squire? Okay, so where do you work then, the Daily Planet?
You don’t, because I know the owners of that top class brothel and they’d never hire a gasbag like you.
They’d never hire anyone who tries to pass bullshit off as irony. I can tell you what irony is, because it was invented here in Australia - by a Sydney drag queen called BOADICEA (”Hi dearie, I just hate your new outfit” “Thanks darling, I hate yours too”) it’s what you say when you’re a catty queen with nothing to say, that’s all.
And you reckon I’ve never had a root.
Is that so?
Well I’ll tell you something fairyfloss, I’d get more roots in a weekend than you’d get in a whole year. Because when I put the hard word on a dame I never use irony; she always knows what I mean.
A ‘blowhard’ am I. What a laugh!
A whale’s a sardine alongside you.
Plain people aka j_p_z, I hope what you mean is that you’re ceasing the interchange with Comrade Graeme, not departing the blog. That’d be a pity.
Comrade Graeme and R.H., please play nice.
And I’m not sure the discussion about whether brainy girls are attractive is in order.
“Well I’ll tell you something fairyfloss, I’d get more roots in a weekend than you’d get in a whole year. Because when I put the hard word on a dame I never use irony; she always knows what I mean.’
Specially impressive, RH, considering you’re obviously hurling hot, unironic verbal foreplay over your shoulder while typing………………
Maybe it’s time to switch topics to that other male obsession - boasting about your tackle.
Personally I prefer a man with a really big brain who demonstrates a skillful use of irony. Well, either that or really really ridiculously good-looking.
To change the subject, today I heard about Walmart in China, where they have 39 stores going on 2,000. Every day the employees begin by singing an ‘ode to Walmart’. And yes, it’s to the tune of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy.
If I were the Cultural Commissar in China all those people (or at least their bosses) would be shot at dawn!
“Personally I prefer a man with a really big brain”
Oh well said, Anna. You sure have worked out exactly where us blokes keep our brains, haven’t you?
Peter-Zenger-Plain-People; I know what I said, but really I like your commnets. They’re good.
R.H.
Pardon this being said Anna Winter but I think your gravatar thing is unfortunate. It gives you a supercilious look.
HOWEVER if that’s what you want disregard this. Altogether.
R.H.
(Not in Moderation)
RH
Just a side comment and no harm intended. If as you say your getting so many “roots” in a weekend as us normal plebs do in a year, what the fuck are you doing on this thread?
Shouldn’t you be “putting the hard word” on a dame and getting a “root”?
What’s the Daily Planet, Superman? I don’t really get that one.
SHIT!
Comments! I mean Comments!
Sorry Pete.
You really have a knack of bringing everything back to how women look, don’t you RH? I will certainly keep the Opinions of RH in mind should I ever change it.
Si pesano, well you mightn’t know this but even Casonava took a rest.
The Daily Planet is a brothel in Horne Street (fair dinkum) Elsternwick and is listed on the Stock Exchange (fair dinkum).
It’s the best and most luxurious knock shop in Melbourne. I’m acquainted with one of its part owners and can vouch for its GOOD VIBES and merry atmosphere.
R.H.
Apprentice pimp.
I disagree RH I think it’s avery sexy, lead me on type eye gavatar.
I kinda melt everytime she’s looking at me. It’s even better when she’s angry with you as the eye thingi goes sexy weird kind of.
I like it, Anna. It reminds me of Aeon Flux’ eye.
You can do an Aeon Flux purity test here:
http://www.sadgeezer.com/html/Sections index-req-viewarticle-artid-87-page-1.html
RH
Why would you bother with the Daily Planet gals as you seem to have a ton of charisma with non-paying “dames” and the stamina of well, superman.
Tell me, I’m on Israeli combat rations these days, what do you do for stamina etc.. We can all improve a little on that score, so what can I we do to improve things.
Also tell us how you talk up a dame and get her in the hay that same night. What’s your mojo.
I’m only asking out of curosity as I’m happily married
I’ll try that again:
http://www.sadgeezer.com/html/Sections-index-req-viewarticle-artid-87-page-1.html
Is that so JC. Well it bugs the hell out of me.
The Daily Planet is a brothel in Horne Street (fair dinkum) Elsternwick and is listed on the Stock Exchange (fair dinkum).
Horne street? Bullshit. You’d have to be making that up.
Having terrible trouble posting links to Aeon Goodness at the sadgeezer website:
http://www.sadgeezer.com/html/index.php
Try hitting the Aeon button on the left hand sidebar.
Look it up in a street directory. Horne Street is right next to the Elsterwick railway station (not that clients ever arrive by train).
And yes, The D.P. is on the Stock Exchange. And that’s no surprise, not to me, the Stock Exchange is full of pimps anyway.
why do you get all the *interesting* nutters, Mark, and I just get the monotonous ones?
Must be the purple, Jason.
RH
Dude, tell us bout the other stuff I asked. Seriously, I want to know. There’s a lot of jealous guys round. Please!!!
Jc slow down the questions, I’m only a two-finger typist (one finger when I’m tired)You’re causing me typos everywhere.
are those 2 fingers on the same hand?
Jason is the Horne(ist) of all. get itittiitititit
Yes well sometimes I pop into the Planet for a dance with the girls while they’re between jobs. They enjoy that; vertical hoppings are a nice break for them. And I’m very good at the tango too, which is a prostitutes most popular dance. But I never ‘go all the way’. Golly no, I can’t afford it.
What do I do for stamina? I rest up all week then root like crazy on the weekend. Okay?
How do I talk them up and get them into the cot the same night? Hey! Are you cracked? What do you mean same night? It goes day AND night!
And what gab do I sling them?
You want to know that?
Golly.
Fair dinkum.
I wonder how you ever got married.
Jason, I could type faster with my cock but don’t want to excite the ladies.
Okay?
Golly, the old in-and-out. There’s no end to it, no end to its fascination. You only stop thinking about it when you’re dead.
Well I hope that’s enough (but doubt it).
Anyway, the Chairman wants a word.
With respect, Chairman, this discussion is becoming a bit of a wank. I do take into account that JC asked you a question, but can we have less of the boy/cock/sex onanism?
RH
Thanks buddy.
I never realized. It’s breathtaking in its simplicity. And yet it’s so complex at the same time.
You must be all pumped there, superman. HAve a good one. Night that is.
What rating out of 10 do you afford the most recent “dame”?
Apparently not, Kim.
Kimmy
It’s 12.30 for god’s sake.
The ALP is guuna make it this year. Your guy up there looks safe. So let RH some slack willya. He’s adding flavour to the weekend end.
Not in Queensland, JC! Ah well, I guess we’ve had everything in comments threads here at LP, Anna. So brothel reviews are just new weirdness…
Onanism. What’s that? The opposite of Socialism? ho ho ho.
Yes. Of course. No more.
(You’ll have to stop going out so often with old moses. If he wants to drink cheap piss let him do it on his own)
Jc. They’re all ten.
Or why would I bother?
Very gentlemanly of you, Chairman. Glad to see the conversation take that turn. Otherwise Anna and I would have had to have speculated on which right wing male pollies would be the best bonk
RH
Jc. They’re all ten.
Or why would I bother?
When I get older, I wanna be just like you.
Kimmy will let you do a brothel review, or in her repressed PC language, a sex workers review.
Tell all us repressed guys and gals what the kids are like at the daily planet.
If you do that I’ll tell you about Stringfellows in NYC where could blow 10G on a client outing in a 1 1/2. It used be be allowed as an expense item for the firm I worked
So which one would be the best of the conservatives, gals.
I do not like the turn this conversation is taking. Okay?
But golly, get Sophisticated!
Tiddles Downer stands out a MILE!
Er, Joe, if you’re going to start using sockpuppets, “anon” isn’t the most creative name. How about “happily married but terribly interested in brothel reviews”?
R.H. Hmmm, John Anderson has a certain Clark Kent charm, I think.
Clerk who?
Kim
Your a NYC chick right? I kinda feel the vibrations. Either that or North West coast.
My best guess would be North west coast but Mom and dad started off from NYC.
Am I right?
Look it’s after one a.m. here now and I have to be up at eleven today so can we adjourn this now? Give the Chairman a say!
I’m with you on that, Chairman, I’m about to hit the sack! I’d have thought you’d be tired from your, erm, weekend activities
JC - San Fran, but North West Coast is a nice part of the world!
Kimmy
Im not doing the brothel eeerrr sex workers place of residence review. RH is.
I’m not anonning because of my married status. I’m worried a damn client will see it if he stumbles in the pad!!!!
Clients stumble a lot at the Planet. Especially on the way out.
Oh say can you see
The Star Spangled Banner
Or is it just me
Getting ripped by Miss Anna
RH:
Onanism? Isn’t that something to do with the Office of National Assessments (O.N.A.) and W.M.D.?
JPZ:
Please return.
I want to clarify something for the record here, so people don’t think I was a brothel lurker.
Stringfellows is/was a strip joint where no sex was involved. Just looking and paying.