Saddam's Underpants

Saddam Hussein has been punished for his crimes. No, not the cruel and brutal repression perpetrated by him personally and his vile & murderous cohorts, but the style crimes of his houses & wardrobes. Will we ever forget the horror of the "art" in his palaces or the spivvy civvies and Ruritanian military gear he got around in? Well he is now literally suffering in his jocks - outsize baggy y-fronts that are the male equivalent of nana-pants. I suppose we must be grateful for this small manifestation of justice as we await his trial for incidentals such as killing around a million Iraqis & matching Iranians & Kurds.

Parallel Universe

Andrew Landeryou has returned to Melbourne, broke & blogging furiously in an orgy of self-justification. http://www.andrewlanderyou.blogspot.com/
This hypocritical little tit is a typical champagne socialist. Solly Lew is to be congratulated for ensuring he can no longer enjoy his mansion lifestyle.

ABC Garbage

Trolling through the TV guide I happened upon this:
Get Up Stand Up Next Step Vietnam Time: 10.00 Channel: 2 Duration: 60 Minutes
Protesting against unjust wars has been one of the recurring features of the history of politically charged music, and the success of pop culture in the Vietnam era became a benchmark for successful musical activism. Historical M, language

Love that "unjust", as if the Viet Cong had brought democracy to the Vietnamese, not death marches, labour camps & wholesale disposession.

Welcome...

... to team members Innocent Bystander, Recipe Queen and Dr Death. Innocent Bystander is our resident political correspondent, Ms Queen will provide us with ideas for yummy things to cook, and Dr Death will give insights into partying culture. I hope to see some contributions soon.

An Interesting Development

Well now, Tony Abbott's long lost son turns out to be no such thing. Guess this demonstrates the folly of dragging one's personal dramas into the spotlight.

Fashion Mysteries Of Our Time

Down to Fitzroy Street for an 80th birthday party. All very pleasant. But what is it with these guys who, on the balmiest evening in our pallid excuse for a summer, wear hoodies hiding their faces? They look like puny extras from a bad parody of Lord of the Rings. Surely they can't all be on the run after murdering security guards or suchlike.

A Delightful Website

Please have a look at rathergood.com, an excellent site boasting such delights as the mango biscuit song, fearsome stomping kittens and a ditty about the dangers of being soluble. Enjoy.

Happy Happy Joy Joy...

Happy to be Joy Snedden and dead, thus spared the edifying spectacle of one's children squabbling over the family assets. The fragrant Fiona is reported to be challenging the will which already leaves her more than a fair share of the dosh, with her brother describing her as a "life-long sponger". And this hard on the heels of, according to the blatts, being dragged "kicking & screaming" into a paddy wagon after being sprung drink driving. What an ornament to the Liberal Party & Melbourne City Council. The sooner she departs, willingly or not, from both, the better.

Potato Guide #1

Using my laptop in daylight reveals gunge in & on the keyboard. Where does it come from? Obviously typing fingers leave a residue of skin cells & such, but there's some bright blue fluff in there that defies explanation. If it were beige or brown or green or pinkish I could put it down to detritus from some snack shoved into my gob while browsing for recipes, failing to learn Czech at U Gandalfa, looking up weird breeds of cats, cacking myself at far more interesting blogs than this, or playing solitaire. But bright blue? Blue food is pretty rare. It could be lint, but from what? Bright blue's not a colour seen much round this house. Where are the cotton buds?

A Very Nice Night & Weird Stuff

Back to an old favourite for dinner this evening - Blue Tongue in Elwood - where the food was delish as per, but the previously savvy & amusing waiters seemed, except for one, to have been replaced by a phalanx of 14 years olds with complete humour bypasses. And the music was too loud. Am disturbed that this may mean the start of a descent into serious fogeydom.

The main topic of discussion was the cynicism or otherwise of the motives behind the breaking of the Tony Abbott Finds Adopted Son story to the Bulletin. One view was that Tone is backing his anti-choice crusade with the "thank god Daniel wasn't aborted" angle. The other was that the timing is entirely coincidental and there is no spin-doctoring going on. It was almost forks at 5 paces, with no grey area between the two views. Will wait for the facts to emerge before venturing an opinion.

A second hot topic was who will win the next Victorian election. Some of us were rubbing our tiny paws in glee at the results of recent published polls, while others were putting real money on the prospect of Braxtopia remaining a socialist paradise. It's far, far too soon to be wagering cash.

Some amazing stuff out there. Such as this question on Ask An Imam:

Do we believe in the evolution of animals such as birds etc. How old is the earth and for how long has there been life on earth according to Islam. What is the ruling on hair gel.

Somebody is surely taking the piss. Must go to bed before surfing twists my brain past usefulness.

Good Evening

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