Today (is the greatest...)*

A few small facts about today:

1. I slept in. Woohoo.

2. I watched Friday's episode of Eastenders which some lovely person had uploaded to YouTube. I had to break the Chain of K briefly, because I couldn't wait to see the wedding. Slushy of me I know.

3. I tried to write a marketing flyer for a client this morning. I'm still trying to write it now. Procrastination is my middle name.

4. I went to see the ACO this afternoon. Kreutzer vs Kreutzer. AHHH-MAAA-ZING. Robin McLeavy and Samuel West were awesome and it was nice to see the cellists get their teeth into quite a complex piece. Incidentally I did sit there for a while wondering how the hell the ACO managed to get Sam West to come over here and perform with them, until I found out that his partner is the playwright. It really is all about who you know, isn't it?

5. I was supposed to meet the lovely Neena for a drink post-show but she got her engagements confused and had to bail. So I'm home and as evidenced in point 3, am trying to work in the hope that if I get it completed tonight I can have a day off tomorrow.

6. The birds in my garden are rather fond of pecking away at the petals which have fallen down from the rose bushes. Is there some kind of nutritional value in rose petals that only the birds know about?

7. I've just eaten an entire tub of Wattle Valley Beetroot Dip. That stuff is goooood.

8. I can procrastinate no longer. I must do this flyer. Must, must, must.


x



* thank you Smashing Pumpkins

Ludicrous Lyrics (1 of Many)

"You're So Vain"
Carly Simon
1972
#1 in both the USA and Australia
Ranked at #72 on Billboard's Greatest Songs of All Time.



This one has had me stumped for years. And since it just popped up on shuffle, I thought I'd share my confusion and see if anyone wants to put their two cents worth in. Or more accurately five cents, given we've eliminated one and two cent coins from our currency in Australia.


So...

Is the lyric actually:

"I had a dream there were clouds in my coffee"

or

"I had a dream there were clowns in my coffee"


Either way, it's a pretty stupid lyric.

Why would there be either clouds or clowns in your coffee? And how big would the cup need to be to hold them? And if you drank them would there be any ill-effects?


Just a random thought for today.


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In other news. Beetroot dip. Greatest thing ever? I've nearly scoffed a whole tub on my own in one sitting.

Reasons to ♥ the Greens #2,671

This woman is awesome. Not only does she make her fellow panellists on Q&A appear like spoiled, ignorant children, but it seems she's also in politics for the right reason... to try and make the world a better place not just for us, but for future generations.

And she's only 28.

Imagine what she'll achieve by the time she's 60.

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Logged in just now to see this:



Profile views @ 4/11/10, 2:40PM:

2222



Really?

That many people have looked at my profile?

I guess I have been blogging since 2005. That's a while. That's 444 per year.

Or 37 a month.

Which is about 1.something per day.

Wow.

I wonder how many come back regularly?

I'm sure there's some sort of stats widget I could find to tell me this, but honestly? I hate stats.

As long as I'm keeping a few of you amused now and again that's all I ask.

Happy Thursday! I'm off to the shops with Kitty to search for a birthday present for a lovely friend. And tonight I'm off to the MSO. Very excited to be seeing a legend like Charles Dutoit... he's in his 70s and still conducting.

Hope I'm that sprightly when I'm in my 70s.


(Oh and this is post #69 for the year... make of that what you will)

Cheesy Covers of the Day

This weekend I went on a little trip to Daylesford. Lovely place. Ate myself into a food coma but still managed to fit into two little vintage frocks which were purchased this afternoon at a marvellous vintage marketplace called The Mill.

That's another post however.

Whilst at The Mill, I discovered boxes and boxes of old vinyl. Most was standard 70s and 80s fare... at least 9 copies of The Village People's 'Can't Stop The Music' and 6 copies of ABBA's 'Arrival', for example.

But I noticed a fabulous trend among the album covers of solo male artists of that era, so decided to whip out the old Lumix and snap a few. I did consider purchasing them, but I think that would have been far too embarrassing. Taking sneaky snaps while no one was around is far less obvious.

So here we go... Cheesy Covers of the Day:



Shaun Cassidy. Less famous (half) brother of David. Son of Shirley Jones. One half of The Hardy Boys.

A bit of childhood crush of mine (I was a big Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew fan). Until today, when I discovered that he was a possessor of pretty average dental hygiene. If you studied the cover closely, there were bits of food (or tobacco, or something more disgusting) in his teeth. And his gums were all puffy, like he didn't brush properly. Ewwwwww.

Next up we had another (brief) childhood crush of mine... Leif Garrett.




Let's just NOT go there ok? I was clearly a strange child.

Next up we have a icon of the world of 80's ballads... the 'Repeat Offender' himself - Richard Marx. I'd forgotten what a dodgy album cover this was.




Honestly, the man has a smaller waist than I do. Than I did in the 80's even! And I was a skinny teen. He also had far bigger hair than me. Totes unfair.

Next up, a double bill. I think one of the sales assistants was lurking and I wasn't entirely sure what their policy on people taking photos of the merchandise was, so did a quick "line 'em up together and take the shot".

Andy Gibb... the best looking of the Gibb brothers, no contest. And Julio Iglesias. If you don't know who he is, then you shouldn't be reading this blog. He's the original cheesy crooner... his stuff is hysterically funny.




That pose of Andy's is gold. If you squint a bit he almost looks like Heath Ledger. In fact, if Heath was still with us, I'd be starting up a campaign for him to play Andy in a biopic. I'd go see that. Wonder who'd play Maurice though? Hmmmm. Something to think about.


Anyway.

Next up, the Young Doctor himself... Mark Holden.




I really don't remember any of his songs, but I know there was some kind of rose involved somehow. I wonder if he used to do that stupid 'touchdown' arm-wave back in those days? No. Actually I don't wonder. I don't care.

Now...

Hands up who remembers this little corker? Sing along with me now - "Boom Boom Boom, let's go back to my room..."

Yes indeedy, it's the Greek-American one hit Hi-NRG wonder himself - Paul Lekakis.



Look at that pout. What a purty thing he is. Sexy and purty. And just a tad cross-eyed.


FINALLY...

This is the piece de resistance...

It's not a pop album.

Nor is it a rock album.

It's not even Hi-NRG.

No, it's an album of...





Yoga. An album of yoga.

There are so many things I love about this album that I don't know where to begin. Firstly, the eye shadow. Blue, to match the leotard. Which is tie-dyed. Utterly fabulous. Then, we have the tagline "Vocal Instruction to Indian Music".

I put this pic up on facebook and almost immediately my friend Jimbo commented to say he owned it. I of course thought he was joking and said as much, but then he countered with "his voice is bizarre... the whole thing feels like an SNL skit without a punchline", which leads me to believe that yes, one of my friends actually does own this album.

I love that so much.

So, so much.