Another trip to Sydney. No wonder people speed so, that highway is designed to make you want to get off it as quickly as possible. Apart from the weird spectacle of the dry Lake George (which, as others have noted, should really just be called George), and the odd bridge along the way with a brief glimpse of a meagre stream below, it is a truly monotonous journey. Luckily for me, my five year-old relieved the boredom by asking for lollies about every 5 minutes or so, so we were happily entertained by her nagging and my refusals for many minutes. [Read more →]
Recorded on Sunday 8th May, 2005, Insatiable Banalities, podcast #8 features Andy Kaye (formerly Captain Pants), Jim Boots, Gertrude and special guests, Randall Blair and Deb. Only four musical tracks this time (including Randall Blair recorded live) due to a lot of interesting chatter and, possibly, the lack of any real plan or effective leadership.
First I have to say I don’t know why Loadedog wants to publish this stuff, or who would want to read it, but he’s paying me pretty well so I really don’t give a rat’s. It’s much easier work than some of the other stuff I do.
Recorded on Tuesday 3rd May, 2005, Insatiable Banalities, podcast #7 features Captain Pants, Jim Boots, Johnboy and Johnboy’s mate Macca.
I suppose that on some level Mariolatry really is just labiolatry, just as men kicking an egg shaped ball through the two upright “legs” or goalposts of a football field is a modern day fertility rite. Not sure what the two extra legs in the Australian code signify ” something to do with sheep perhaps? And no woman who has ever eaten a battered sav in the presence of teenage boys can fail to be aware of the pervasiveness of peniolatry – what a lot of marvellous words we invent here at loadedog! [Read more →]
One of the joys of living in group houses is the social aspect, meeting all your flatmate’s friends, relatives and romantic attachments. It can also be the bane of your life, depending, in the case of friends and partners, on the discernment of your flatmates.
We’ve lived with some pretty sexually active women in the past and found it quite diverting meeting a passing parade of the local manlife. Even though male, we don’t feel like we really know or understand many men, so the chance to study them close up balances any negative consequences of their presence. For the most part, liaisons have been mercifully brief, one guy being replaced by another at about the same time as they become annoying.
Often one of the first things to irritate us about men is their toilet habits, specifically the way they pee. Here’s a little list:
Don’t lift toilet seat
Pee on toilet seat
Don’t put toilet seat down (not annoying to us but to the women in the household)
Pee on floor
Pee on walls
Neglect to clean up pee on toilet seat, floor, walls
Rarely if ever clean toilet (only expected of residents or very regular long term visitors)
Pick nose while peeing and wipe snot on toilet wall
Take photo of their penis on our camera? (hehe)
Behind the drum.
Little friend, goodbye.