october

Another quarter of the year and i'm still alive.

i'm still

alive! Hello to anyone who might be reading this :). I just had the urge to say hello. I can't seem to get around to writing anything here at the moment but will say that things are improving slowly but surely in this little household.And that is thanks to NAET. Have a good weekend.

where has the time gone????

arrrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a load of old cobblers

In the process of trying to define what the new website is about I realised that I never did say what this blog was about. So here is the explanation for anyone who has never known:

cobblers - Rhyming Slang, short for 'cobblers awls', 'balls'. Used as a general swear word much in the way 'balls' is. eg. "That's a right load of old cobblers" or as a one word disagreement "Cobblers !". Also used for testicles.

Well obviously I meant it in the way that this was a place for balls or rubbish. Not about testicles.As such. Though they could have been mentioned at some point -I can't remember.

About the new place - it actually only started to look like a place on Sunday, I think it was. There are still a couple of things that Kind and Patient Admin Man is sorting out -there is some weirdness going on with headings that refuse to stay lower case and stuff like that. Something weird was going on with the messages and things like that. Oh, my sister said it wouldn't let her login - that sort of thing :).The Man has done well -it's only just over two weeks since I mentioned it to him and he agreed to do it, and has managed to fit it in with a family and working at a full time job. I am very grateful that he he has taken - and continues to take - time out of his busy life to do this thing for an old school friend out of the kindness of his heart.

There is nothing actually going on there yet -it's pretty much me hanging around like a knob so you'll have to come and say hello from time to time so I don't feel like quite such a knob. Have been hanging around posting daggy video clips.I must say that it's great to have a place to do it.

I tried out a quite a few different names but they were all taken. So I got to thinking that what type of music is it that I actually really like to hear - and this was the end result:

www.daggymusic.com

Of course it's not just a place for daggy music -it's a place for any type of music at all - but I thought it would be good to have a place where daggy people (i.e. Me) can have free reign and not even have to make a pretence of being cool (as if that word would be used in the same sentence with me, anyway :)).I have asked The Man if he will add an Anything forum in the general category to cover...anything.

So come and say hello if you feel like doing so.It you don't I'll have to give you a smack ;)

whatever you think it should be called

Have been away with the fairies. No, not really, but it feels like it. Between visits from in-laws, other people, visiting other people, scanning socks and creating tartan patterns I really haven't had time to scratch myself. And did I mention the school holidays? "School holidays: driving parents mad since (insert year here)." Even now I should be vacuuming and making the dinner. But my son can starve for a bit longer. "Lee:starving her son since 1994." I have three people who are going to visit and one visit to make and then things should settle down a bit.

If you, too, feel like going cross-eyed looking at tartan you should check out this place:

http://www.tartanmaker.com/

But be warned-once you've done one you want to keep going and you will slip into a frightening place. Tartan Terror.

I thought ethel, The Creative, might be into that. If you've never checked out her papier mache creations you don't know what you're missing.

Pssst...I have something to tell. At some point I think I will be leaving this little bloggy home (eventhough I have affection for it) because I will need to give attention to another project and, when the time comes, I will put the link to it here in case you want to come and say hello. I don't think I will have the energy for both and will pretty much be going on with the same bollocks anyway. In fact the slogan could be : Same Crap, New Place.

I will come and say hello shortly. It will be a gradual thing, whereas usually I would go say hello to people pretty much in one day. Thank you for those comments on the last post. It seems that too much time has passed to go respond to them now :) .

If you're wondering what relation that photo of David Cassidy bears to this post -which you just might possibly be (who am I to judge the inner workings of your mind) -the answer is none. None whatsoever. I put that photo of David Cassidy there because I fancied it. Because I have issues.

This is my first post of the new year and all I can say is that I hope it will be better than 2007 which was truly crapful. It was :) .

did you fall at first sight or did you need a shove?

"When you were just a young girl and still in school how come you never learned the golden rule. Don't talk to strange men, don't be a fool. I'm hearing stories, I don't think that's cool."

I said in the comments on the last post that I'd put a nice photo of Rick Springfield here for bondgirl. Ethel might have even been into him as well. Ladies of certain age, you know ;) :) .

Was watching Rick on the Countdown concert that was aired on the ABC recently and my jaw nearly hit the floor when he sang the line that I've used as a title on this post. When he sang the word "shove" the audience could be left in no doubt as to what he was implying -the accompanying arm gesture made it quite clear! At the age of twelve I took that line in Don't Talk To Strangers at face value. If you have a hankering to see/hear the original version and grin at the wonderful eighties video have a look here. It will make you feel HAPPY!!!!!!!!!! It actually sounds good good good. Rick trivia - I also had no idea that Sammy Hagar wrote "I've Done Everything For You" until recently, never having heard the original. Oh, go back and look at the clip. Especially if you live in a town where all the men you see are sloppy-gutted and wearing lint covered trackie daks and there are no pretty men to look at.

Gonna have to go buy that Countdown concert. The first song they showed on telly was January by Pilot!!! Oh, how I loved it as a kid! And because I'm completely mental I actually cried tears of relief because for years now I've felt sad because I thought the lead singer of Pilot died of an AIDS-related disease back in 1989 -but it must have been one of the other band members -YAY!! And what about that other hit they had in the seventies? - Magic. Did really think it was.

What else was sounding good?..... Pop Musik by M. Ummmm..... Ca Plane Pour Moi by Plastic Bertrand - he still jumps around the stage in a manic way as he did in the clip from 30 years ago. Who has that much energy? The lead singer of Racey was there (his voice sounds fantastic) , as was the lead singer of the Bay City Rollers.

WOO HOO!!!!! The Bay City Rollers!!!!

Martha Davis performed. Little River Band (or whatever the wanky name is that they have to use now for legal reasons because some ring - in band member stole their name and they're not allowed to use their own name anymore) . Anyway, it was a brilliant concert and the next time I get near a shop will buy the triple disk/disc? of it. If only to see Rick properly because the ABC reception here is quite shite.

Enough About Rick

Except to say that he was born in Sydney. And isn't that a nice picture of him? edit: just went back and added more photos because one wasn't enough :) .

Yesterday was lawn mowing day. It started spitting rain not long after starting. Then it started sprinkling. Towards the end of this fun exercise it started pouring. And just as it started pouring the mower ran out of fuel -with only, probably, 2 square metres of lawn to go. So I did what any self-respecting woman would do- RAN to the shed and got the fuel and KEPT GOING. It takes more than the thought of being struck by lightening in a storm to get in between me and finishing the lawn! Before that I'd gone around the edge of the yard and pulled out all the grass by hand because can't get the beeping whipper- snipper started. That meant a lot of crouching down and today my legs are so sore that it's difficult to even go to the loo. I should clarify that - I mean to lower self into position because it hurts to bend legs. If you are male and have a functioning whipper-snipper there is a place for you in this household. Or at least in the yard. There is a big dog kennel to sleep in and Laddy, the miniature poodle, is lonely.

In line with that last paragraph -does anyone have a tip for removing grass stains from toes? Scrubbing the hell out of them hasn't done the trick. They look really grotty now so any Toe Tips would be greatly appreciated. What about lemon juice -would that work?

This is an unrelated thing. Was just remembering today about when Michael Palin was out here flogging his New Europe book and he was asked in an interview who he would turn gay for. His reply: David Attenborough. I bet David could have used a whipper-snipper in his time. And he was quite easy on the eye. Who would you turn gay for? Or who do you find to be easy on the eye? I'm pretty sure that Bumble will say Reece Witherspoon. Personally I'm happy not to be gay because am currently enjoying the renewal of the old Rick crush.

My goodness that's a funny photo of the Bay City Rollers.

fauxgue magazine interview with steve poltz

Fauxgue Magazine Interview, December 2007:

Steve arrived for the interview casually attired in jeans, white t-shirt, and thongs. His face was freshly scrubbed except for a little eyeliner - "for the camera"

FM: Welcome, Steve. Steve it would appear from your name, your name being Steve, that you are of the male gender. Is this a correct assumption, Steve?

SP: Very astute. Yes, I am a man. A fine American man. I am a man, hear me roar.

FM: Steve, you are a fine musician. You, no doubt, would have an opinion on the music of other fine artists. What song thrills you to your very core when you hear it on the radio?

SP: Oh, that's easy. It's C'mon, Get Happy by The Partridge Family. It gets me every time. Those keyboards, you know...

FM: It must have been pleasing to you, then , when you were asked to write a comeback song for David Cassidy?

SP: You're not wrong there. If the truth be told I was chuffed about it and if you watch my DVD -Live at the Basement- you will hear what happened when I went to meet Mr Cassidy. Ah, his face wouldn't have moved enough to let the words of my song out in any case. He would have had to hum it and the song would have been nowhere near as effective and touching as it should be.

FM: It is rumoured that Neil Young was quite a fan of your Answering Machine CD and that when you had a chance to meet him you made...how can I put it....a bit of an ass of yourself. Steve - it's on your website;you can't deny it.

SP: What do you mean "bit of an ass"? I'll have you know, Miss, that I made Quite An Ass of myself. Please conduct your research in a more professional fashion (flicking hair)

Poltz Interview Part II

FM: Sorry, Mr Steve. Back to Neil. Do you think you could take him in a fight ?

SP: Why did I agree to this interview?

FM: One word for you, Stevie Joe, and that is CASH. Admit that you needed the $$. You didn't get enough for your music being used in the Jeep commercial and in the American version of The Office. Not enough royalties for You Were Meant For Me. You need the cash.

SP:Well, you've got me there. It's true that even Talented and Clever People have to eat, run a car (Jeep, must be a Jeep), and go shopping for clothes and cosmetics. All those activities that the plebeians partake in, so must we. And those activities require funds.

FM: A serious question for you now. If you had to choose between eating a hotdog made from a real dog or listening to the solo recordings of David Cassidy, which would it be?

SP: Is it a dachshund?

FM: Steve, what song makes you sick to the stomach when you hear it?

SP: Ah, lass, that would be I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston. It brings to the surface all the profound feelings of loneliness that all artistes have to suppress in order to be able to function in society -the sensitivity that we feel. This song cuts me to the quick and it is for that reason, and that reason alone, that I change the radio station when I hear it begin. Some people might change the station because they think the song is shite, but my reasons run much, much deeper than that. Poltz = profundity.

FM: Mr Poltz, if you look to the right - yes, there on the sidetable -you will find a box of tissues. You will shortly be visiting Australia. What can the audience expect?

SP: Singing and geetar playin'

FM: Funny stories?

SP: I'm a funny man

FM: Flogging of new CDs?

SP:Why waste the opportunity to flog them, I say

FM: I daresay the dates can be found here ?

SP: They'd better be there or Heads Will Roll!

FM: One last question for you.

Victor Hugo said: Forty is the old-age of youth;fifty is the youth of old age.

What is your opinion on aging in general?

SP: I think that's a question for Joan van Ark

FM: Thank you for your time, Mr Poltz

SP: Cheque will be fine.