Thanks to the design and The Worst of Perth fans who came to Kulcha last night for my talk to the Australian Graphic Design Association. Good night. This was in the gents. Nuff said.
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The Worst of Perth 
I didn’t think this could end well.
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How was the gig?
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Was good.
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I just choked on my coffee!
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!!!!!!! I just spotted this! That’s worse than that pic you had of Amy rootin’ a soon to be Red Rooster Chook up the Cadbury Canal. Whacko the Didleyoo, Chicken, Chicken Treat!
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Couldn’t go last night, was required at work to do the graveyard shift. Oh well. Hope all and sundry had a fine ol’ time.
Been busy for the last few days, ergo my absence. Should now be back with some vigour!
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taxidermy alert
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“Get stuffed”?
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Mounted, JJ ? That’s all the cue I need to share one of
the world’s worstmy all time favourite sites. Videre licet. The Creation Museum, Taxidermy Hall of Fame of North Carolina, and Antique Tool Museum. Don’t miss the slideshow !LikeLike
Remids me, there’s a taxidermy place in guildford, not far from Outrage’s pad. Must get there.
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Doubtless an amazing tip Snuff, however my damned Flashlessness prevents me from viewing. I had to content myself with their so-called ‘Simple Hypothesis’ instead
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Great talk last night, thanks very much.
So much amazing design out there.
Where can I get a copy of Gill Sans Ultra Fuck-off?
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At last intelligent design is proven.
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This could have made a nice inseminators poster.
Will be doing the finalists on the weekend.
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Another nice addition today, TLA, but I’m surprised nobody has used this.
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ot, but the cookster has a good rant over at the wangle on the fowf stickers:
http://www.wangle.com.au/rantrave/small-minded-nuff-nuffs
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Oh Cookster, will you never learn?
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It’s his outlet.
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“Nuff nuffs”?
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only on “wangle”
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Dinkum, I saw a two-faced cat like this once when I was a young reporter in Ballarat, the home of the Eureka Stockade. A little known fact regarding the delightful city by Lake Wendouree is that it tried unsuccessfully in the early 80s to market itself with the helpful motto of “Crack a Fat in Ballarat!”. That said, the cat I saw was just two faces branching out of one head, as opposed to this, which is what happens when miscegenation and pussy goes all wrong.
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So that’s where this was taken, hfp.
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Snufferoo, that’s indeed the highlight of the Ballarat calendar, the Begonia Festival when they crown the Queen of the Begonias! And it’s not like that erstaz House of Windor crap. It’s dinkum real royalty too. Begonias are very regal you know.
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Indubitably, hfp.
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Ah yes, look at all them lovely little petals!!! I tell ya Snuff, I wouldn’t mind stickin’ my stamen in some of those wee lassy’s Carpels!!! Whoa!!! They don’t call in Carpel Tunnel Syndrome for nothing you know!
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damn…I mean “it”, not “in”…then again. Whacko the Chook, Chumbies!!!!
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Oh my god!!!!!!! Look at this!!!!!! As per my comment on the two faced cat in Ballarat!!! Look what just rolled by my blog!!!!
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he’s back:
http://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/a/-/newshome/7596002/winton-sinks-his-teeth-into-shark-campaign/
can I request some shark-themed Wintoning from the usual suspects?
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Can’t believe I’m too tired for Wintoning, but will sleep on it.
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Here’s a tired and possibly ungrammatical attempt Skink, though not sure I am exactly “Wintoning” anymore – i.e. perhaps has taken on its own legs as self- or WA- parody:
Clem scratched under his beanie, and then at the stump, just below the knee, of his former leg. He took grim satisfaction in the momentary delight that his calve and ankle would have brought the Great White Pointer that had taken half his leg – indeed, his entire livelihood. Back in the Old Days they’d called him the Predator – the Big Fish at least – of the local surfing world. The cycle – perhaps even circle – of life was complete, he mused – writ large through the phantom of his former mobility; the lost ability to ride a wave, commune with the deep blue depth; with its simultaneous permissiveness and fury. Ultimately he simply stole from the vastness of the Indian Ocean; and eventually, as all things must, it stole back from him. Now reduced to talks to primary school children, aspirants to the Western Suburbs birthright to salt-water, and consequently to the possibility of the same fate he had known, he lectured kids on the “dangers” of surfing. “Kids”, he’d say, trying to hide the extent of his own useless, emotionally unfulfilling fulminations against his own peculiarly Scarborough disaster (“Could happen to anyone”, he told himself; while he continued to scratch his stump, all the while thinking: “Why me; why me?), “kids, be careful in the water”. Constantly buoying him was the thought that, no matter what, he was an undisputed Aussie hero; like Ponting, perhaps; for whether he lived or died, whether he triumphed or succumbed, as entrenched Turk over Gallipoli digger (as he liked to imagine); or as his own once beautiful body was given over to the jaws of the Great White, he cried: “WHY ME? WHY ME!” He caught himself up, before his apparently captive audience, as young as they were – thinking of billy-cart races after school – began to faintly demur, as a shark might in the seconds prior to being caught up in a lobster net…
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Largely incoherent, an faintly embarrassing, but not too bad for a piece of drunken writing, I say. Clearly you are too busy (hopefully with the judging of the poster finalists) to post any new comments this morning, TLA.
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The billy-cart reference is almost irrelevant to my own piece (Nintendo maybe?), but I had to include some jibe at the latest Peter Fitzsimons boo, A Simpler Time: A Memoir Of Love, Laughter, Loss And Billycarts. Could the title be an oblique reference to the simpletons who adore his work?
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ooh, Peter Fitzsimmons is a personal bugbear of mine. I tried reading his Tobruk but it was unreadable unstructured sentimental nonesense
Beevor he aint
at least now he is writing about a subject dear to his heart – himself
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…but no, twas not a lobster net (I suspect Tim would prefer crayfish?) but a Taiwanese Shark Fishing boat. Poor Sharky Splash Pants had his dorsal fin cleaved off in a flash of a nasty sharp thing, and was tossed back into the pellucid depths like a discarded turd….
There he ruminated with much bad humour on his reversal of fortune as bubbles, nay, hyperbaric diamonds, floated towards the surface like lunatic cathedrals of smoke.
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The sharks are fucked.
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I’ll take that as a compliment SW. Sharks and dugongs both.
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Fortunately, the wombats seem to okay, SW.
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*be
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Clearly, I was a bad kid, skink. As I witnessed the very same vision of hell, at the same age, all I could think was, “Cool.” And, “I’m off for a surf, while all these bloody sharks are over here at Cheynes.”
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I no longer feel bad about dominating discussion with my pissed or otherwise ramblings, now that I have logged on and seen Snuff’s gravatar occupying nine of the fifteen “Worst Talk” slots in one hit.
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Sorry, not discussion – solo ranting.
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Go nuts, NF#1. Especially with all comments now modded, it’s not our fault our fault if everyone else is on the nod.
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*Oops.
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Snuffo, I’ve worked out it’s best not to draw attention to your clangers but to move on! No one else is as concerned about correct grammar as we is, know wot I mean? The rest of ’em are just rank Chumbies!!
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Fair enough, hfp. I had been drinking, and pray pardon my indulgence, but it was done for the amusement of my charming visitor, who chortled.
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So when are you two getting married?
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I’ll have you know, Snuffer and I go waaaaay back, probably back to
when you were tit high to a typwriter, as old journos were once want to
say. Even better, Snuff responds to my posts and I respond to his, so
we have a lovely merry-go-round of fun. Ricardo responds to Snuffs posts,
but Ricardo is a very naughty boy!!!!
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All a bit defensive if you ask me.
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Oh, and thank you for fictitious attribution of youth to me – I’ll take that as a compliment, vain fucker that I am.
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Natalia, happy to stroke anyone’s vanity, as long as it doesn’t become swollen and all bluey veined.
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I thought it was quite a nice photo.
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