Saturday, May 30, 2009

Creepy Internet people

The first thought is that I'm going to talk about creepy old men preying on young girls right?

No, I am not going to talk about Miley Cyrus and her partnerhwhateveerhisnameis...

(Taken by force, without permission from some website)

... although he does look like a criminal in this photo don't you think?

Everyday people can be creepy internet people. Take for example that girl that sat across the room in Economics class. It could have been years since you last saw her, but she could have only seen you a few hours ago from when you posted new photos on Facebook. She could know what you were going last week from your status updates. She could be mentally working out if you have any close mutual friends at this very moment. This feels a tad impersonal, lets call her Jane.

Ok, so Jane goes out with the girlfriends and watches a romantic/drama/comedy thing and she kinds herself transfixed upon the lead male. When she gets home she rushes to her computer and Googles him. 1,334,748 pages come up in 0.02 seconds, where do you look first? Most celebrities these days have some form of networking sites which they personally post on; Myspace, Facebook, Youtube, Twitter... people are becoming more easily accessible whether you are a celebrity or not.

Post it, view it, comment it, like it, favourite it, share it, rate it, subscribe, follow, @reply, tag me, poke me, add me...

Networking sites encourage creepy internet people? Yes indeedy. We are in an Information Age, there is a vast amount of information being churned out by everyday users, most of this useless, self indulgent material that really has no weight of value...but we crave it don't we? To be an expert at something, anything. You could easily be a expert in Steffology if you go to the links ----->>

I'll come clean, I admit to being a creepy internet person.

But I always stay within the law ;-)


I can't believe Miley is back with Nick Jonas. Way to ruin my life slut!

Bob Evans @ The Fly By Night

Six people make up the entire front row. Avid fans obviously, staking out a position close enough to extend an arm and touch the legs of unsuspecting musicians.

The rest of the audience takes a more relaxed approach, siting on the sticky wooden floor while sipping at a drink or chatting at the bar with friends. After all, it's only 8:30pm as special guest Steve Poltz takes the stage. Who is this guy? He looked like he should have been playing a banjo in the Massachusetts barn filled with line dancers. Soon enough, I was hypnotized by his deep voice and American accent. He told a brilliant, outrageous, hilarious story about himself and Jewel; a story that one would comment "only in America..." Steve Poltz just gives off such incredible magnetising energy, the crowd were hanging off every word he said.

I must confess at this point that I never watched Nottinghill, so when he played his famous ballad I didn't recognise it at all... and I don't think I can say I'm a fan of the song, man, sorry. The highlight of Poltz's set would have to be the childrens story he wrote based around a creepy man with green teeth and a sewing machine. It was very Rohl Dahl'esque, a sign that the man is most definitely mad (only artists can get away with being mad).

At last the long awaited Bob Evans enters, carrying a guitar with a Shins sticker and christmas lights outlining the body, held down with duct tape. I have all his albums but this is the first time I have see him play live. It was great, he seemed so magnificently humble as he played.

The tour is called "Goodnight, Bullcreek! Hello Australia" but I was just hoping that he would play a couple of songs from the Suburban Songbook record. To my delight, he played 9/12 songs including my personal favourite, Darlin' Won't You Come?.

The songs from the Goodnight, Bullcreek! sound a thousand times better live than they do on a CD. Thanks to the live band, the sound is harder and more defined, Pasha Bulker, Your Love, We're A Mess, Nuthin's Gonna Tear Me Away From You, It's A Beginning got the crowd bopping up and down, even some older women pushed in front of me to surrender their bodies to the music. It was funny at the time but truly, a beautiful sight.

Evans pulls up a girl from the crowd, sits her on a stool as someone hands her a glass of wine and a bunch of yellow flowers. Power Of Speech, a seductive jazz number on the record is altered to *insert name here* (I have forgotten her name, sorry). I was very jealous, haha.

I enjoyed myself, I'll definitely pay money to see Bob Evans again


Until next time, yo

Saturday, May 16, 2009

NO Daylight Savings in Western Australia...what?

Time is a man made concept and we will manipulate it if we like!

Well done Western Australia. Once again we have managed to steer away from progress by voting "No" for daylight savings.

Thank goodness! I hate having to remember to turn my clock back and forth an hour, oh and those dark mornings are dreadful. Would somebody please, put the children in bed at 9pm even though it is still light outside. One hour is just such an inconvenience even the cows can tell you that...

I find people always complain about not having more time. Wouldn't daylight savings be part of the solution? Summertime is popularised by culture to be this season of boundless memories of fun with friends and family. The extra hour gives us more time after work does it not?

Businesses in retail, finance and hospitality in Western Australia really shouldn't have to be 3 hours behind the other states. This is bad for the state economy especially since we rely heavily on the Eastern States for alot of business.

"Yes" brings opportunity. But as we have demonstrated today, WA rejects opportunity.


Tuesday, May 5, 2009


I"m terrible with recognising also doesn't help when all that comes up on my mobile screen is a random 8-10 digit number. I should really stop being lazy and either memorise everyone's home number or at least input it in my phone right?

So the other day this happens to me:

My phone rings with my End of Fashion version of Hanging on the Telephone. Oh shit. It's a home number.
"Hi Steff, how are yyyoooouuuu? I haven't seen you in aaaaages"
"Yeah, I know. We should catch up sometime [pause] Sorry, who is this?"

It was one of my friends since year one. I'm such a bad friend. I'm always in mid-conversation when I ask who I'm talking to. It's like I pretend to know who it is so I don't look like a complete douchebag of a the conversation progresses, so does my douchebaggery. Admitting that you can't recognise a good friend's voice is like forgetting their birthday. It comes once a year, every year at the same time; you have a 1/365 chance in getting it right!

In other news, I'm going through all of communitychannel's old videos. It's a slow process but I'm getting there. It's eating all my bandwidth but it's so worth it 'cause Natalie Tran is def. my Australian Asian Idol.

I'm still dailyboothing 37 pictures later