Archive for July, 2005

Someone had “Hollaback Girl” in her head when she did the design…

Man, Gwen, what the hell happened to you? You used to be cool.

Anyway, I know you’ll like my new design. Its a great improvement on the previous one which ended up being more than just temporary. Liitle blog motivation will do that to a person.

I tried getting the Recent Posts hack to work, but it kept fucking up my style sheets, ie I am a PHP retard and its the hack’s fault. Not mine. Note to self: must learn PHP.

I am getting a Clavinova tomorrow, so my PHP learning will be put off for a bit until I reteach myself the piano. I have decided to be able to play 1 song properly by the end of next week. Lucky for me, Jason, and the neighbours’ dog, Clavinovas have a headphone socket.

Part of my inspiration is to write a bullshit one hit wonder song and see how far I get. W0rd. My shit is bananas. I said B-A-N-A-N-A-S. Can’t be THAT hard, surely…

Whilst I am sitting in my government-issue cube reading about electricity, there are often other things on my mind. No, really, there are.

One of those things that often provides a welcome distraction for me is my music collection that I have snuck onto my hard drive to make the days seem that little bit shorter.

Anyway, despite my best intentions, and having moderate amounts of musical ability, all my songwriting attempts have not been very successful. I have tried a lot over the years… but alas, nothing. So, instead of actually writing what I think, I have decided to live vicariously through a number of select artists.

Which leads me here. Which songs do you find so well done, and so well written, and so attached to, that you wish you’d written? It doesnt need to be a successful song, I mean who wouldn’t have wanted to have written Happy Birthday or Hound Dog? Kaching…

For those that are musically inclined, which songs do you wish you had written? For those that aren’t, which songs could you imagine yourself wishing you had written?

Here’s my list:

Too Late – Ben Folds
Sari – Nellie McKay
Blast Off – Danielle Spencer
I Wish – Lisa Loeb

I have been seeing a lot of commentary recently on John Howard’s control of the Senate, and the doomsday conclusions that will result. But is it that simple really?

I am terrified of the prospect of industrial Relations reform. I am worried about Telstra. And I am worried about further concentration of our media laws.

But all it will take is ONE Coalition Senator to cross the floor on any of these issues, assuming of course that everyone else is united, for the legislation to not go through.

The Nationals have been wavering on IR and Telstra. There are a few Lib backbenchers who actually have hearts and spines. So, worry not, things are never as bad as they seem.

I was reading a post about school camps on The Spin Starts Here (congratulations to Caz and the Hack on their new baby girl!), where the author asked people to share their crappy school camp experiences.

Mine was something I hadn’t actually thought about since it happened, but boy, the question raised one of the most helish camp experiences ever. But most of it was to do with my complete moron of a father. So, here’s what I commented (partly because I think its interesting and partly because I cannot be arsed actually writing a full post):

I had a pretty shitty camp experience.

My Year 7 class (primary school in WA) did not get a traditional “school camp” venue, with beds and dorms and stuff. Instead, my teacher had the great idea to let her entire Year 7 class camp on her bush property for a week.

We needed to provide our own tents etc, and our parents would give us money and we’d all go out and do a bunch of shopping to last us the week.

Anyway, the morning we left for camp, my dad had “borrowed from a friend” a tent for me to use. Now, my dad being slightly left of centre, did not seem to consider the potential for humiliation, because, he borrowed a FUCKING TEEPEE. Much ridicule ensued. I then had to share the tent with my three friends, whom I had assured I would have a tent. They bullied me all week until I ended up going and sleeping in someone else’s tent.

It gets worse. Someone in the class had been sneaking into peoples tents and stealing food. We never found out who it was, but, given that the girls had been bullying me for 3 days thus far for the tent experience (and rightly so, IMO), it shouldn’t surprise you that they blamed me. I had been sitting quietly in my “tent” reading a book one afternoon, and they were off doing something else. I started to get hungry so I grabbed a biscuit. No sooner had it hit my lips than they came in, blamed me for stealing the food, and told the teacher I had. I swear I hadn’t. lol.

So, that week really couldn’t end quickly enough. Being made fun of and hanging out on my own for a whole week really wasn’t my idea of fun.

Now, share yours.