Betty.Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Flip the switch/Flick of the switch
Serious topics are worthy of more than one reference. For tonight at least, these are songs of protest.
On the 26th of February, I walked amongst thousands. Braving the heat in slogan slathered t-shirts, we marched against the flow of traffic along Macquarie Street to NSW Parliament House. I held my placard high, hoping that the mass out pouring of discontent would in some way impact the policy makers of our State. We surrounded Parliament with our signs, our sheer number and shouting [Chants included - Call: "What do we want?" Response: "Costa out!" Call: "When do we want it?" Response: "NOW!"; "Iemma's a wanker *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*, *clap*", and "Light as a feather, stiff as a board"].
The State Labor leadership has also been surrounded by other Stones in the road, the loudest noise being the "NO" response from their voters, their Opposition and from within their own party. I looked down on Labor literally on the 2nd of May when again, the plan to Privatise the State's electricity sector was voted down.
After the Opposition and their hangers-on [Thank you, Andrew Stoner] announced that they would not endorse the sale, Costa/Iemma retaliated stating that they will 'compromise' by keeping the generators and selling off the retail arms of Integral, Country Energy and Energy Australia in such a way that no vote is required.
I fail to understand how selling the retailers will assist with the NSW energy crisis. A quick kick back in return for rolling outages, poor customer service and higher prices? Sounds like reasonable ALP Policy in retrospect.
In a metaphorical middle-finger salute to our much beloved Premier, Borris Lemma, I left work at 3PM today on STRIKE. So did 1499 other employees of the previously mentioned corporations. In line with USU resolution, we will return to work on the 1st of August using our Union-Fee funded time machines.
For more information, click here.
DAMN THE MAN. SAVE THE EMPIRE.
*Royal wave of irony*
Agnes J Stone.
For President.
On the 26th of February, I walked amongst thousands. Braving the heat in slogan slathered t-shirts, we marched against the flow of traffic along Macquarie Street to NSW Parliament House. I held my placard high, hoping that the mass out pouring of discontent would in some way impact the policy makers of our State. We surrounded Parliament with our signs, our sheer number and shouting [Chants included - Call: "What do we want?" Response: "Costa out!" Call: "When do we want it?" Response: "NOW!"; "Iemma's a wanker *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*, *clap*", and "Light as a feather, stiff as a board"].
The State Labor leadership has also been surrounded by other Stones in the road, the loudest noise being the "NO" response from their voters, their Opposition and from within their own party. I looked down on Labor literally on the 2nd of May when again, the plan to Privatise the State's electricity sector was voted down.
After the Opposition and their hangers-on [Thank you, Andrew Stoner] announced that they would not endorse the sale, Costa/Iemma retaliated stating that they will 'compromise' by keeping the generators and selling off the retail arms of Integral, Country Energy and Energy Australia in such a way that no vote is required.
I fail to understand how selling the retailers will assist with the NSW energy crisis. A quick kick back in return for rolling outages, poor customer service and higher prices? Sounds like reasonable ALP Policy in retrospect.
In a metaphorical middle-finger salute to our much beloved Premier, Borris Lemma, I left work at 3PM today on STRIKE. So did 1499 other employees of the previously mentioned corporations. In line with USU resolution, we will return to work on the 1st of August using our Union-Fee funded time machines.
For more information, click here.
DAMN THE MAN. SAVE THE EMPIRE.
*Royal wave of irony*
Agnes J Stone.
For President.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Get into the groove.
The word 'rut' may have negative connotations. However, I do enjoy a nicely worn pattern. The key is to accessorise in a complimentary way. Never to wear tights as pants. Thursdays just don't feel right without ingesting in the company of friends.
Thank you to R, C, J, T, K, B and KB for dining with me this evening.
I feel a sudden urge to play King of Beers.
Sincerely searching for 's' words that don't end in 'lutty',
Agnes J. Stone.
Thank you to R, C, J, T, K, B and KB for dining with me this evening.
I feel a sudden urge to play King of Beers.
Sincerely searching for 's' words that don't end in 'lutty',
Agnes J. Stone.
No flash photography.
I do not make a good subject for a photo. When in front of a camera, unfortunate looking people result in unfortunate looking photos.
That is all.
That is all.
A few words of English
I was recently reminded of a particular speech I made at a birthday party held in my honour/similar in December, 2004. I hereby take the opportunity to apologise to all in attendance. Someone spiked my soda. I think it may have been me.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Day Fifteen
Spring.Martha Stewart has been gluing green and yellow
crepe paper to the trees again.
And for that, I salute her.
crepe paper to the trees again.
And for that, I salute her.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I'm not a real doctor...
It is not cool when you've had an infuriating song stuck in your head for hours, and then your brain decides to mess with itself a little more by adding a second layer of sound. Not a tambourine. Not a bass guitar. Not a triangle. Another annoying song.
An internalised auditorial torture chamber. Faithless, sleepless, and wishing I was wormless.
IT'S ON AGNES.
An internalised auditorial torture chamber. Faithless, sleepless, and wishing I was wormless.
IT'S ON AGNES.
Insomnia, my friend.
Last night, for the first time in weeks, my night was without 'mare.
It was also without sleep.
I'd take a Stilnox, but I'm all out of vodka.
Teal'c and I bid you a good night indeed.
Sincerely sleepy,
Agnes J Demented.
It was also without sleep.
I'd take a Stilnox, but I'm all out of vodka.
Teal'c and I bid you a good night indeed.
Sincerely sleepy,
Agnes J Demented.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Fake Plastic Rhinos
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Pretty drink. Pretty lacking in rhinos.
Weighing in at approximately 250 grams, the rhino is an imposing creature. Containing more carbon dioxide than kilojoules, the rhino kindly wraps itself in a sleek can, a convenient tetra pack or a 1.5 litre bottle. With this in mind, it is possible to have a P.E.T. rhino despite what you may hear from those of greener pastures.
Unfortunately, the rhino is native to the UK and was apparently not bad arse enough to be shipped off to the place I still call home.
In tribute (?) to the Rhino, a nearby 'hotel' serves the gorgeous cocktail above.
Ingredients:
Strawberries
Chambord
Paraiso lychee liqueur
Serve with ice. Top with... RED BULL.
Llama, llama, rhino, red bull, WTF?
Photo credit: K.
Sincerely smallest,
Agnes J Stone
A little like falling.
Note to Self: Blogger is not your therapist. Do not treat it as such. Time to start thinking before publishing.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I don't wish for a d, I do wish for slippers.
"It's cold at night, I have ducted air conditioning, but I don't use it. I just paid $10 000 for the top of the line model to have something to look at."
Stupid people make me $$. Best to focus on this aspect, rather than sentiments such as "You're so dumb that my brain just twisted itself into the foetal position and defecated somewhere in the space where my hope and dreams used to be".
Excentuate the positive...
- The trees at work are starting to come back to life. Spring is almost here! Of course come October it's right back to cool weather... Euro style (it has more froth, better shoes and wears a beret).
- The Fuzzies are sitting next to me.
- Someone called me pretty today.
- I think I might have food poisoning. Diet aids rock.
- There's a twitch in my right arm. I'm hoping that it's building muscle tone.
- I'm going on a hair date tomorrow.
- Crumpets love me. I find them too carb heavy.
- I have a new ring tone and it's not from J*****r.
I hope you've had at least a mediocre day too.
Sincerely sleep deprived,
Agnes
Stupid people make me $$. Best to focus on this aspect, rather than sentiments such as "You're so dumb that my brain just twisted itself into the foetal position and defecated somewhere in the space where my hope and dreams used to be".
Excentuate the positive...
- The trees at work are starting to come back to life. Spring is almost here! Of course come October it's right back to cool weather... Euro style (it has more froth, better shoes and wears a beret).
- The Fuzzies are sitting next to me.
- Someone called me pretty today.
- I think I might have food poisoning. Diet aids rock.
- There's a twitch in my right arm. I'm hoping that it's building muscle tone.
- I'm going on a hair date tomorrow.
- Crumpets love me. I find them too carb heavy.
- I have a new ring tone and it's not from J*****r.
I hope you've had at least a mediocre day too.
Sincerely sleep deprived,
Agnes
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
695 and Forty Two
Forty two days to go. That's double my age (disregarding the units of time).
Best start googling for tips on how to look passable in a passport photo.
Wave at random planes the day I leave?
Sincerely sore,
Agnes.
Best start googling for tips on how to look passable in a passport photo.
Wave at random planes the day I leave?
Sincerely sore,
Agnes.
Monday, August 18, 2008
How am I?
How am I?
Thursday is hair day. I've no idea what to have done.
Saturday I'm going to a 'Celebrity' themed 25th birthday party. I've no idea who to go as.
THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE HANGS IN THE BALANCE. Obviously.
Thursday is hair day. I've no idea what to have done.
Saturday I'm going to a 'Celebrity' themed 25th birthday party. I've no idea who to go as.
THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE HANGS IN THE BALANCE. Obviously.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Craving...
"Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!"
Dom Perignon, at the moment he discovered champagne.
"There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne."
Bette Davis.
Here, here.
Dom Perignon, at the moment he discovered champagne.
"There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne."
Bette Davis.
Here, here.
Tac tack tacky
To distract me from my own impatience:
Hi, my name is: Luka. I live on the second floor.
But you can call me: Agnes
Never in my life have I: known as much as I think I know now.
The one person who can drive me nuts is: I'm quite capable of doing that on my own thank you very much.
My high school is: still there.
When I’m nervous: I either talk too much and make terrible jokes, or I don't speak at all... Generally I'll drink gin while performing either rendition of Agnes being nervous.
The last song I listened to was: 'Queen Bitch' - Seu Jorge
If I were to get married right now it would be to: myself. How 90s.
I'm quite happy with my relationship as I define it with the other person in it. I do not need to tell the world that I am in love to feel it or wear a ring to keep a commitment. The rings, the dress, the wedding ceremony and reception, the mediocre meal and music to follow, the cheesy photography and crass garter toss do not make a relationship.
Perhaps one day I will marry. However it will certainly not be an action to appease, to conform, to engage in an expensive pursuit for attention or to 'fix' a relationship. I would consider marrying for a Green Card.
My hair is: mediocre at best. I wish I had more... air in my hair.
When I was 4: I broke my jaw while dancing. Never. Again.
Last Christmas: I gave you my heart, and you gave me slippers and a d****.
I should be: so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
When I look down I see: all the little people. Get out of my way, ants.
The happiest recent event was: lovely. Thank you for asking.
By this time next year: it will be 12:28PM, Monday the 17th August, 2009.
My current gripe is: When did this quiz turn into M******?
I have a hard time understanding: shallow, mindless people.
There’s these girls: who are complete idiots and talk about silly things while generally having fun.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: my date.
I want to buy: a ticket from Paris to Milan.
Where do you plan to visit:
Today: The beach.
At some point during the week that is to be: Friends. The people I know, not the show. Ugh.
In October: Cardiff, Sydney, Singapore, Paris, Milan, Florence, Pisa, Rome, Berlin, Munich. I wanted to go to Siberia. Drat.
If you spent the night at my house: I'd spend the night at yours.
The world could do without: >> Do not start me.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: A book on taming men.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Dinner.
My middle name is: Jayne.
In the morning I: Wake up, shower, skip breakfast and then do my hair/paint my face a slightly less ghastly version of itself while listening to music with motivational messages such as: 'Survivalism', 'Hand that Feeds', '1 000 000' - NIN, 'Fashion', and 'Ashes to Ashes' - David Package Bowie, miscellaneous other songs.
Last night I was: watching films, enduring nightmares.
There’s this guy I know who: I like love and stuff.
If I was an animal I’d be a: lot like Oscar. Poor kitty.
A better name for me would be: ****** Jayne *****.
Today I am: enjoying a Sunday which so far, is living up to its name.
Tonight I am: doing something exciting.
Tomorrow I am: saving the world, one call at a time.
My birthday is: going to be fun, I'm turning twenty one.
Hi, my name is: Luka. I live on the second floor.
But you can call me: Agnes
Never in my life have I: known as much as I think I know now.
The one person who can drive me nuts is: I'm quite capable of doing that on my own thank you very much.
My high school is: still there.
When I’m nervous: I either talk too much and make terrible jokes, or I don't speak at all... Generally I'll drink gin while performing either rendition of Agnes being nervous.
The last song I listened to was: 'Queen Bitch' - Seu Jorge
If I were to get married right now it would be to: myself. How 90s.
I'm quite happy with my relationship as I define it with the other person in it. I do not need to tell the world that I am in love to feel it or wear a ring to keep a commitment. The rings, the dress, the wedding ceremony and reception, the mediocre meal and music to follow, the cheesy photography and crass garter toss do not make a relationship.
Perhaps one day I will marry. However it will certainly not be an action to appease, to conform, to engage in an expensive pursuit for attention or to 'fix' a relationship. I would consider marrying for a Green Card.
My hair is: mediocre at best. I wish I had more... air in my hair.
When I was 4: I broke my jaw while dancing. Never. Again.
Last Christmas: I gave you my heart, and you gave me slippers and a d****.
I should be: so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
When I look down I see: all the little people. Get out of my way, ants.
The happiest recent event was: lovely. Thank you for asking.
By this time next year: it will be 12:28PM, Monday the 17th August, 2009.
My current gripe is: When did this quiz turn into M******?
I have a hard time understanding: shallow, mindless people.
There’s these girls: who are complete idiots and talk about silly things while generally having fun.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: my date.
I want to buy: a ticket from Paris to Milan.
Where do you plan to visit:
Today: The beach.
At some point during the week that is to be: Friends. The people I know, not the show. Ugh.
In October: Cardiff, Sydney, Singapore, Paris, Milan, Florence, Pisa, Rome, Berlin, Munich. I wanted to go to Siberia. Drat.
If you spent the night at my house: I'd spend the night at yours.
The world could do without: >> Do not start me.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: A book on taming men.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Dinner.
My middle name is: Jayne.
In the morning I: Wake up, shower, skip breakfast and then do my hair/paint my face a slightly less ghastly version of itself while listening to music with motivational messages such as: 'Survivalism', 'Hand that Feeds', '1 000 000' - NIN, 'Fashion', and 'Ashes to Ashes' - David Package Bowie, miscellaneous other songs.
Last night I was: watching films, enduring nightmares.
There’s this guy I know who: I like love and stuff.
If I was an animal I’d be a: lot like Oscar. Poor kitty.
A better name for me would be: ****** Jayne *****.
Today I am: enjoying a Sunday which so far, is living up to its name.
Tonight I am: doing something exciting.
Tomorrow I am: saving the world, one call at a time.
My birthday is: going to be fun, I'm turning twenty one.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
China Vs. Reality: Round 2. FIGHT!
Clickie.
There are two things that annoy me about this article:
1) China's misrepresentation of minority groups, "ugly" children and fireworks. Computer enhanced fireworks - Not so offensive. Imposter minority children - Crossing a line. Not allowing a talented child to sing based on judgement of her beauty - Crossing a line.
The ugly truth of China's image insecurity and treatment of minority groups strikes a major chord. Actually, it tries for a chord and instead bashes the keys to elicit a noise similar to nails down a chalkboard.
2) The appalling standard of writing, unfortunately not a minority, presented in 'respectable' Australian media. Year 10 Dead Beat English students produce higher quality work than this.
Take a few 'facts' and linking words, add a splash of sensationalism and Woollahra! You've got a story.
Getting back to issue #1 and the use of children to portray something they are not... Australia committed a similar faux pas during the Sydney 2000 Olympics closing ceremony, which I feel was under reported. Nikki Webster is in fact not Kylie Minogue as a child.
I really want Chinese food, so may have to shift the boycott to pies with sauce.
There are two things that annoy me about this article:
1) China's misrepresentation of minority groups, "ugly" children and fireworks. Computer enhanced fireworks - Not so offensive. Imposter minority children - Crossing a line. Not allowing a talented child to sing based on judgement of her beauty - Crossing a line.
The ugly truth of China's image insecurity and treatment of minority groups strikes a major chord. Actually, it tries for a chord and instead bashes the keys to elicit a noise similar to nails down a chalkboard.
2) The appalling standard of writing, unfortunately not a minority, presented in 'respectable' Australian media. Year 10 Dead Beat English students produce higher quality work than this.
Take a few 'facts' and linking words, add a splash of sensationalism and Woollahra! You've got a story.
Getting back to issue #1 and the use of children to portray something they are not... Australia committed a similar faux pas during the Sydney 2000 Olympics closing ceremony, which I feel was under reported. Nikki Webster is in fact not Kylie Minogue as a child.
I really want Chinese food, so may have to shift the boycott to pies with sauce.
Friday, lovely Friday.
Peeping through the blind is a blue sky. Not far away there is a blue sea.
A three day weekend after a one day week. Bliss?
I feel a Bowie day coming on. Bow hat, bow clip, bow earrings, Bowie top, bow shoes... I'm claiming bows as my trademark.
Poster from artfiles.
Sincerely scared of the monsters,
Agnes Stone.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Imported
23.07.2008 - Soapbox Sessions #1.
I would love to sneak a bottle of Passion Pop into the extensive wine collection of two discerning, much respected experts. Not to be vindictive… Just to know that they will be unpleasantly surprised at any moment.
I was thinking about the song Discipline [Not that I was craving any... It's just a good song] by Nine Inch Nails during a particularly frustrating fragment of time. It got me thinking about an image on nin.com of a Trent Reznor doll [Kind of like Hard Core Ken]. In turn, this image resulted in thinking about Trent Reznor as a blow up doll with full on rouged cheeks, wide eyes and wider mouth. The moral to this anecdote: If there's somethin' strange in your neighbourhood… or you're feelin' a myspace outburst coming on... or you've just lost your "g"s; imagine the people in your vicinity as blow up dolls and your worries will fade away. Try it.
DISCLAIMER: I am not condoning, or in any way responsible for, the "use" of said "reconceptualised" individuals.
Transient Tourettes is paradoxically therapeutic.
It frustrates me that I cannot ask a Crumpet which bank they are customers of without feeling like an advertisement or smelling toast. The commercials have transcended and are now embedded in my own private Idaho. Get out!
I would like to take this moment to assert that I purchased eyeliner well before signing up to this particular web address.
___________________________
25.07.2008 - Twittrix.
a dear friend of mine will not join myspace for fear of fun. I however have joined T...
What i don't understand today: pheromones are, amongst other intents and purposes, often useful for communicating with fellow humans. sometimes pheromones are useful in persuading one that public transport should be avoided in summer. often times the purpose is to attract. given our custom of showering to remove offensive odours in order to find a balance between phairly attractive and pheromoronic to attract a mate or play date in a competitive environment, why is it then that some (often males) all use the same artificial scents to keep their sexy up? in high school, all the guys smell like lynx. they then move onto joop! [i must confess that in the times of my misspent youth, i was partial to joop!... until my brother jumped on the bandwagon and forevermore joop! will be a nasal reminder that my postcode is not 2306 or 2325]. why would you want your significant (forever or for-now) other to think of your friend when they're kissing your neck? scents are sensual, i cannot stress enough the importance of having your own scent sense of self. buy rexona or something just don't buy the same cologne/perfume.
I wonder if jay leno dyes the blackish patch of his widow's peak in a failed attempt to take the focus away from his chin. do you think this method could work for me?
There is never a good reason to drink tomato sauce.
There's a hidden message amongst this rambling.
Everyone should go join. now. agnesstone
love Rollercoaster (as covered by rhcp) is a fun song to listen to on a gloomy Friday night.
so is it illegal to mention other social networking websites on m*****e, or have i avoided uppercase all this time for no reason? fine. the gloves are off and uppercase incorporated is starting a COME BACK TOUR.
___________________________
28.07.2008 - 64.
Rainy days need sunny thoughts.
In sixty four days I will be boarding a Boeing for a 21 hour flight to Paris.
Now that makes for pleasant dreams.
I'll send you a postcard.
___________________________
31.07.2008 - Happy Thursday!
What a beautiful day! Even better for mine truly, as I have a roster day off.
Just a quick note to wish you a happy day. May it be filled with sunshine and smiles.
I'm off to meet some favourite lovelies for CBFPC.
___________________________
31.07.2008 - ...No jobs... - Goodbye, Starbucks.
With the two local Starbucks, amongst the other 59, closing it is evident a chain famed for their clustering strategy has now been cluster-f**ked.
*Ba Doomp Boomp Ching*
P.S. I do hope that the ex-staff find employment quickly. I also hope that this turn of events results in a shift back to independent cafes. Now if only Gloria Jeans [Hillsong Affiliates] and McCafe [Need I say more?] would back off...
P.P.S. Major cool points to Devo for successfully taking on McDonalds. Yes, they whipped it, whipped it good.
P.P.P.S. Cool points are also awarded to The Daily Show/Jon Stewart for reference to Bowie.
P.P.P.P.S. Cool points also go to J and K for joining me for CBFPC. Points deducted from A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Zed for standing me up.
___________________________
05.08.2008 - Soapbox Sessions #2.
Cheers.*
>>> RING RING <<<
"Hi. My name is Battery Hen, thank you for calling CrapCorp. How may I assist?"
>> BLAH BLAH BLAH <<
"Is there anything else I can help with today? Ok, then. Cheers."
When did this phone call change into something more comfortable? When did it become a liquid and more interesting representation of interaction between two mouths? 'Cheers' is a sacred word, reserved for the sharing of fine wine, passable vodka and last resort cough medicine.
The expression 'Cheer up' harks back to the historic sharing of alcohol with a friend to relieve stress, avoid reality and destroy the last remnants of one's liver. 'Cheers' is a reminder of this tradition. Why waste it on a meaningless phone call? It's just too hard to swallow.
Ladies and gents, if you can't drink it, saying Cheers at the end of the interaction will certainly lead to everyone knowing your name... but they won't be glad you came.
* Based on actual events. Names have been changed to protect the identity of the morons involved.
___________________________
I would love to sneak a bottle of Passion Pop into the extensive wine collection of two discerning, much respected experts. Not to be vindictive… Just to know that they will be unpleasantly surprised at any moment.
I was thinking about the song Discipline [Not that I was craving any... It's just a good song] by Nine Inch Nails during a particularly frustrating fragment of time. It got me thinking about an image on nin.com of a Trent Reznor doll [Kind of like Hard Core Ken]. In turn, this image resulted in thinking about Trent Reznor as a blow up doll with full on rouged cheeks, wide eyes and wider mouth. The moral to this anecdote: If there's somethin' strange in your neighbourhood… or you're feelin' a myspace outburst coming on... or you've just lost your "g"s; imagine the people in your vicinity as blow up dolls and your worries will fade away. Try it.
DISCLAIMER: I am not condoning, or in any way responsible for, the "use" of said "reconceptualised" individuals.
Transient Tourettes is paradoxically therapeutic.
It frustrates me that I cannot ask a Crumpet which bank they are customers of without feeling like an advertisement or smelling toast. The commercials have transcended and are now embedded in my own private Idaho. Get out!
I would like to take this moment to assert that I purchased eyeliner well before signing up to this particular web address.
___________________________
25.07.2008 - Twittrix.
a dear friend of mine will not join myspace for fear of fun. I however have joined T...
What i don't understand today: pheromones are, amongst other intents and purposes, often useful for communicating with fellow humans. sometimes pheromones are useful in persuading one that public transport should be avoided in summer. often times the purpose is to attract. given our custom of showering to remove offensive odours in order to find a balance between phairly attractive and pheromoronic to attract a mate or play date in a competitive environment, why is it then that some (often males) all use the same artificial scents to keep their sexy up? in high school, all the guys smell like lynx. they then move onto joop! [i must confess that in the times of my misspent youth, i was partial to joop!... until my brother jumped on the bandwagon and forevermore joop! will be a nasal reminder that my postcode is not 2306 or 2325]. why would you want your significant (forever or for-now) other to think of your friend when they're kissing your neck? scents are sensual, i cannot stress enough the importance of having your own scent sense of self. buy rexona or something just don't buy the same cologne/perfume.
I wonder if jay leno dyes the blackish patch of his widow's peak in a failed attempt to take the focus away from his chin. do you think this method could work for me?
There is never a good reason to drink tomato sauce.
There's a hidden message amongst this rambling.
Everyone should go join. now. agnesstone
love Rollercoaster (as covered by rhcp) is a fun song to listen to on a gloomy Friday night.
so is it illegal to mention other social networking websites on m*****e, or have i avoided uppercase all this time for no reason? fine. the gloves are off and uppercase incorporated is starting a COME BACK TOUR.
___________________________
28.07.2008 - 64.
Rainy days need sunny thoughts.
In sixty four days I will be boarding a Boeing for a 21 hour flight to Paris.
Now that makes for pleasant dreams.
I'll send you a postcard.
___________________________
31.07.2008 - Happy Thursday!
What a beautiful day! Even better for mine truly, as I have a roster day off.
Just a quick note to wish you a happy day. May it be filled with sunshine and smiles.
I'm off to meet some favourite lovelies for CBFPC.
___________________________
31.07.2008 - ...No jobs... - Goodbye, Starbucks.
With the two local Starbucks, amongst the other 59, closing it is evident a chain famed for their clustering strategy has now been cluster-f**ked.
*Ba Doomp Boomp Ching*
P.S. I do hope that the ex-staff find employment quickly. I also hope that this turn of events results in a shift back to independent cafes. Now if only Gloria Jeans [Hillsong Affiliates] and McCafe [Need I say more?] would back off...
P.P.S. Major cool points to Devo for successfully taking on McDonalds. Yes, they whipped it, whipped it good.
P.P.P.S. Cool points are also awarded to The Daily Show/Jon Stewart for reference to Bowie.
P.P.P.P.S. Cool points also go to J and K for joining me for CBFPC. Points deducted from A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Zed for standing me up.
___________________________
05.08.2008 - Soapbox Sessions #2.
Cheers.*
>>> RING RING <<<
"Hi. My name is Battery Hen, thank you for calling CrapCorp. How may I assist?"
>> BLAH BLAH BLAH <<
"Is there anything else I can help with today? Ok, then. Cheers."
When did this phone call change into something more comfortable? When did it become a liquid and more interesting representation of interaction between two mouths? 'Cheers' is a sacred word, reserved for the sharing of fine wine, passable vodka and last resort cough medicine.
The expression 'Cheer up' harks back to the historic sharing of alcohol with a friend to relieve stress, avoid reality and destroy the last remnants of one's liver. 'Cheers' is a reminder of this tradition. Why waste it on a meaningless phone call? It's just too hard to swallow.
Ladies and gents, if you can't drink it, saying Cheers at the end of the interaction will certainly lead to everyone knowing your name... but they won't be glad you came.
* Based on actual events. Names have been changed to protect the identity of the morons involved.
___________________________
One last thing before I quit...
I HATE HATE HATE the word HATE. I despise the word 'HUNK'.
I made two old ladies on the bus smile today, or so they say. One said I looked like I'd walked straight out of the 40s. The other said I look close to 40 [Comic embellishment for those amongst us with slow wit]. Possibly one of the sweetest conversations I've had with strangers for quite some time.
Happy Weekend Eve.
A
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I made two old ladies on the bus smile today, or so they say. One said I looked like I'd walked straight out of the 40s. The other said I look close to 40 [Comic embellishment for those amongst us with slow wit]. Possibly one of the sweetest conversations I've had with strangers for quite some time.
Happy Weekend Eve.
A
x
Pop shot, hot quiz
I'm a mushroom laying cloud motherf*****, motherf*****.
Sincerely Samuel,
Agnes J. Stone[R].
Sincerely Samuel,
Agnes J. Stone[R].
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I like her shoes. Day One
Trash Hag
Credit yet to be claimed.
Sincerely sincere,
Agnes.
Credit yet to be claimed.
In a Frankie magazine a million years ago, I read about an interesting individual who set out to take a Poloroid picture everyday for a year. The author was probably inspired by this gent. A Poloroid a day from 1979 - 1997. A pretty mammoth effort.
I'm quite taken with the idea of pursuing a similar project myself. This will not be serious photography, just a chronicle of the most interesting scene I've seen in a day.
The photo above was actually taken Monday, 11th August, 2008. I have elected to use this as my starting point because today feels like a Monday anyway!
This particular example of stencil art is very intriguing. I wonder who took the time to buy the paint and paper, make the required cuts, spray by stealth and release their art to the world - taking no credit for it. It's all about the image, not the image of the artist.
We could wonder and wander on the tangent of her context - She features on a wheelie bin.
I wonder where she's going. I wonder where she's been. She's going on a journey. Let's see where she takes me.
If you know the artist, please let me know! 'Hag' is a respectful label in my world. She's wearing red sequined shoes.
I'm quite taken with the idea of pursuing a similar project myself. This will not be serious photography, just a chronicle of the most interesting scene I've seen in a day.
The photo above was actually taken Monday, 11th August, 2008. I have elected to use this as my starting point because today feels like a Monday anyway!
This particular example of stencil art is very intriguing. I wonder who took the time to buy the paint and paper, make the required cuts, spray by stealth and release their art to the world - taking no credit for it. It's all about the image, not the image of the artist.
We could wonder and wander on the tangent of her context - She features on a wheelie bin.
I wonder where she's going. I wonder where she's been. She's going on a journey. Let's see where she takes me.
If you know the artist, please let me know! 'Hag' is a respectful label in my world. She's wearing red sequined shoes.
Sincerely sincere,
Agnes.
48 days to go...
PARIS. MILAN. FLORENCE. PISA. ROME. BERLIN. MUNICH.
Drinks to be had before departure.
It's almost as though the flight from Sydney to Paris only takes 15 hours, 20 minutes given the time difference. That would be nice.
China
#%^$! Boo! Hiss!
I'm not going to go into the details of it, you can read all about it in the news.
I'm so glad to be living in Australia right now.
In protest of well covered antics, I am officially boycotting the Olympics and Chinese food for at least a week.
50 000 cool points deducted from China.
Sincerely swigging a XXXX,
Agnes J.
I'm not going to go into the details of it, you can read all about it in the news.
I'm so glad to be living in Australia right now.
In protest of well covered antics, I am officially boycotting the Olympics and Chinese food for at least a week.
50 000 cool points deducted from China.
Sincerely swigging a XXXX,
Agnes J.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Chain quiz
Transmitted by Rwn of www.pwnrwn.com
An evil genius. Probably Bowie.
- How long has it been traveling the intarwebs?
For all eternity.
- Is there life on the surface of the sun?
I don't know. Ask Major Tom.
It’s like a chain letter, only not requiring the ever so expensive and redundant stamps and the rather outdated envelopes.
Copy this template into your own blog, and complete. That's an order.
1. What was the last film you saw that you hated, and why?
I'm easily amused and enjoy even the shittiest of films as it allows me to switch from one hobby [viewing a film] to another [mocking]. I do however resent my sister for subjecting me to Crossroads - Yes. It's Britney, bitches.
2. Would you rather be able to fly, or to walk through walls?
I'd prefer to walk through walls. I'm too scared of heights to fly. Also, the fact that I am an adamant skirt wearer may cause me some issues.
3. What’s your current favourite song and would I like it?
No current favourite. I have become disenchanted with my current music collection and hereby request suggestions from those of taste. I don't mind 'Paris is Burning' by Ladyhawke... It makes me dream of October.
4. Do you have a question for me? No limits.
What's the frequency?
5. What website do you visit often for entertainment?
Twitter, the pages my friends occasionally update [HINT!], girly websites [Not pr0n].
BONUS ROUND:
Questions from Rwn:
An evil genius. Probably Bowie.
- How long has it been traveling the intarwebs?
For all eternity.
- Is there life on the surface of the sun?
I don't know. Ask Major Tom.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Agnes Stone - 101. Not 404 or 420.
Hello. My name is Agnes Stone. Charmed I'm sure.
Before we get started, there are a few things you should know:
1) I have a rude habit of making private jokes... with myself.
2) My personality is at odds with itself.
3) This space is an outlet for thoughts. Mine and yours.
Sincerely mine,
Agnes J. Stone
Before we get started, there are a few things you should know:
1) I have a rude habit of making private jokes... with myself.
2) My personality is at odds with itself.
3) This space is an outlet for thoughts. Mine and yours.
Sincerely mine,
Agnes J. Stone
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