nobody's little weasel

A mix of Smiths/Morrissey covers. If you can think of any other good ones let me know.

Tracklisting:
01. SHE & HIM : Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
02. JEFF BUCKLEY : The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
03. STARS : This Charming Man
04. DEFTONES : Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
05. THE PUPPINI SISTERS : Panic
06. DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE : This Charming Man
07. PLACEBO : Bigmouth Strikes Again
08. THE LUCKSMITHS : There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
09. BELLE & SEBASTIAN : The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
10. TATU : How Soon Is Now?
11. MUSE : Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
12. PETE YORN : Panic
13. PSYCHEDELIC FURS : How Soon Is Now?
14. COLDPLAY : Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This One Before
15. BOSTONIANS : This Charming Man
16. THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH : Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
17. ACACIA : The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get
18. MOM'S FAVOURITE VASE : London
19. RADON : Interesting Drug
20. A TRIBUTE TO THE SMITHS : Back To The Old House
21. RECLINERS : Girlfriend In A Coma

Download zip or individual files here.
Ps. I just had to include that timeless Tatu cover.

^ image credit Matt Caplin

No real theme here, just some songs I've been listening to.

01: THE AVETT BROTHERS - The Ballad of Love and Hate
02: YEASAYER - Tightrope
03: BAT FOR LASHES - Bat's Mouth
04: BON IVER - Blood Bank
05: FEIST & BEN GIBBARD - Train Song
06: KINGS OF CONVENIENCE - The Build Up
07: GRIZZLY BEAR - Two Weeks
08: SUFJAN STEVENS - You Are The Blood
09: IRON & WINE - Belated Promise Ring
10: THE FRAMES - The Blood
11: MÚM - Guilty Rocks
12: DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - Bixby Canyon Bridge
13: BADLY DRAWN BOY - Pissing In The Wind
14: WHY? - Simeon's Dilemma

 

Zip (85MB)
 

:)

PS. The word 'blood' recurring in the title of 3 songs is unintentional, ha.

I often feel as though being born just out of the 80's has meant that I just missed out on some pretty major popular culture events and icons on their first-comings:

e.g. Ninja Turtles, grunge, Pauline Hanson, 'Hammer Time', the Macarena, cassette tapes, New Kids On The Block (NKOTB), Milli Vanilli, Beavis & Butthead, slap bracelets, the Monica Lewinski scandal, "wax on, wax off", the beginning of the 11-year Liberal reign, Y2K, Skippy, Push Pops, Polaroid IZone instant camera, Nirvana, Webster, Gumby, Michael J Fox, Ataris and Commodore 64's and Segas, the Sydney Olympics, Pee Wee Herman, the start/rise of the internet, a world before The Simpsons existed, Home Alone, Super Soakers, Hey Dad, Married With Children, (brutally injurring yourself on) Slip 'n' Slides, Troll Dolls, Bon Jovi, pogo sticks, "The power is yours! Go Planet!", The Cosby Show, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Power Rangers, Walkmans, Art Attack, Gremlins, ALF, Full House, Hey Hey It's Saturday (Pluck-a-duck, Red Faces, Dicky-knee), Degrassi Junior High, Duck Tales, Mr T, Bros, rollerblades and rollerskates, Pinky and The Brain, The Nanny, 'Ice Ice Baby', Steve Urkel, before everybody thought Michael Jackson was a pedophile, Bryan Adams, Sonic the Hedgehog, Fraggle Rock, The X-Files, Roseanne, Street Fighter, Xena, 'Bust A Move', Johnny Young Talent Time, birthday parties at McDonalds, The Smurfs, Beverly Hills 90210, "I know you are, but what am I?", Timezone, etc, etc).

Shall I continue?

I cannot help being a part of this new fa-dangled Google Generation (where everything is at your fingertips) and the iPod Generation (with short attention spans). I feel that the aforementioned popular culture icons I might never fully understand or appreciate in the way that they were experienced first-hand, and we are now doomed to witness resurgences and remakes of 'RETRO', done-up 80's and 90's neosymbols, repeating themselves in some awful loop. Some of these icons I can recall vividly as I was growing up, but I was never old enough to really know much about them or make any real observations to really appreciate them, I was just a little bit too young (also having my experience filtered through a lower middle-class second-hand-toys upbringing where we lived without a television or a car for periods of time throughout my childhood).

I find these ultra-saturated 80's and 90's fads really interesting - just when companies seemed to finally realise the consuming power to be beheld in children. What's more is that everyone's experience of these cultural symbols seems to be entirely different depending on where you were, exactly how old you were, how well off you were and whether or not you had younger or older siblings. My boyfriend has vastly different recollections of the same culturally iconic experiences of childhood to me. We remember some of the same things, but I think I got most things just at the end of their tether, as they were going out of fashion. I can remember my cousins giving me a troll doll well after they'd had they're go, and I found it kind of disgusting and strange, what do you do with a toy that is no longer cool, but still serving it's original function?

Had I been born 3 or 4 years earlier I would have been exposed to a vaster range of consumer goods, television shows, films, foods and people of this period in time before the plateu of new interesting shit for kids as I got older. As a result, I feel like the out-of-sync, fuddy-duddy, uncool old Uncle stuck in my time and place and totally out of the loop with what is new(old) and hip - unable relate to these cultural milestones of the 1985-1995 period. My friends nostalgicly bring up these hip 80's and 90's references and I have to respond that I wish I knew what they were talking about, but I was probably either not born at the object's peak, or too young to know anything about it.

I can't wait until I'm old and I can recall back on my yester-years and the good times and good shit. When I am old what will be the cultural markers of the Noughties? Everything is already so bland and regurgitated. iPods? Surely iPod's make a resurgence in twenty years time? Am I currently carrying a cultural retro-icon of the future with me? Will my children look back and make fun of my strange 2000's hair do and fashion sense? Of course not, I am way too fucking cool for that shit.

Here are some of my favourite TV intros that I can remember (seeing so many of those old kids TV show intros has made my brain hurt from unearthing such buried memories, and can I just say, ABC television taught me everything I know as a kid, best shit ever, bring it back!):

 

 

 

 

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On a completely different (perhaps morbid) topic - I never realised until recently that the shocking Australian Port Arthur Massacre seems to be one of those events I was just too young to really know about at the time or to have been smothered by in the media, which is why I just spent the past half our totally engrossed in the extremely detailed Wikipedia entry documenting this shocking event. I don't know why this major event in Australian history seems to have never had a thorough going over for me, it was so documented in the media and now it seems to be more hidden and very precious to speak about in Australian culture. I don't know what it is about serial killers and mass murders that is so engrossing to people. It also begs to question why the intimate details of these incredibly unpleasant and shocking events are so widely documented and readily available in the public domain. That Wikipedia entry is ridiculously long and detailed, telling every one of Martin Bryant's steps on the 28th April 1996 and retelling each death as discriptively as it was able to be recounted. And I couldn't stop reading it from beginning to end. I think this information's availability is more about remembrance, understanding and acceptance of these events than anything, but it is totally absurd and disturbing that the perpetrators of these crimes become images and popular culture icons of these periods of time, and sometime that is their aim, to be notorious, to make that impact, to gain permanent entry into that period of time (eg. Martin Bryant's blonde-haired mug splashed all over 1996 newspapers and television).

C and I are going down to Tasmania at the beginning of December to visit his parents, and they've said they'd like to take us to Port Arthur (which is of course full of rich cultural history prior to 1996), which I think will be pretty interesting.

Anyway, I've had a trip back down memory lane this evening. My back is sore, my nose is cold, I have bags under my eyes and it's 4am. Good night MySpace Invaders.

Today I am doing very little. I woke up late after having awful interrupted sleep due to the 3 cats all sleeping in and around our bed and having night-lives of their own. Chorus, the smallest (brained) one kept lying right beside my face and purring, to begin with it was cute, but he kept moving and scratching and I kept throwing him off the bed. I woke up all twisted and sore. Now they're all cat-crying at me to feed them. I have decided to spend the remainder of the day watching a range of pre-recorded things on the television (perhaps Buffy, High Fidelity, play some FIFA, etc) and writing some mail-tag lettery things. Dactyl Spondee are practicing beside me (Dave and C), and the sounds are predictably pretty.

THINGS I LOVE THURSDAY:
Finishing uni for the semester and attempting to making a list of things to do in the MASSIVE 7week break; receiving cute mail; warm beanies and ugg boots; Sweet Traditions candy shop in The Junction (I bought Cameron I whole heap of strange candy for his birthday last week - chocolate fudge pop tarts, Dutch licorice chalk, dark chocolate coated coffee beans, licorice lolipop, chocolate soccerballs, etc) Postal Nauts; finding new cute blogs (e.g. With Love And Swallow); Facebook Scramble; Why? (I love this band so much, they're releasing a new album next month I believe); Monkey Island; appreciating my boyfriend, he is so lovely; the music that goes on in my house; Dead.AtYourAge ("If you are 19 years and 82 days old today… You've outlived Yaki Kadafi by about 2 months. He was a rapper who performed with Tupac Shakur and the group Outlawz. He died of murder by gunshot on November 11, 1996, when you were 6 years old." And, I have also almost outlived Joan of Arc); this cute old website WHAT THE HECK IS EMO? (I can remember being thirteen and Googling 'What is Emo' and this sweet little website came up. Emo seems much cooler by this website's definitions); It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, purple eye shadow, these aprons (it might actually spur me into cooking sometime):
 

Things To Do During My Massive Uni Break:
- Go visit my Nanna and get her to to help me make a case/bag for my Macbook, and ya know, hang out and shiz.
- Go to the Forum pool once a week with C for swims.
- Hang out with a handful of people (JD, Zoe, Doug [if he's nice to me])
- Go up to Stroud for a few days with C and camp out.
- Finish and mail Mail-tag items for Sophie and Paige.
- Move more of my stuff over from my flat to here.
- Get everything I need off my old PC.
- Go down to Sydney (and visit Paige and go to the MCA)
- Go to Film Society every Sunday.
- Watch the rest of Buffy and begin watching Angel.
- Ring my Grandma.
- Email my sister in Melbourne.
- Dye my hair.
- Email my cousin Natasha in Bermuda.

Cameron is watching cats 'talking to each other' on Youtube :|

Things purchased today:
5 red buttons from Spotlight
1 unsatisfactory vegetable pizza from Baker's Delight
1 renewed red P's license (I couldn't afford to get my greens)
1 pair red/white fingerless gloves/mittens (pictured)
2 purple eye shadows (to go with my hat)

Ridiculous beauty products seen today:
Heated eyelash curler
Eyebrow razor (both sound like they're bound to end in disaster)

I am currently in the process of dumping ridiculous amounts of stuff off my old obsolete, barely functioning PC onto my Mac aided only by a 2GB USB drive. Not an overly fun process, but I have unearthed some fun old photos and a downloaded version of Muse's HAARP Live @ Wembley concert I am now going to view.

Also, I am so glad I found my teddy bear jumper (pictured above). It is amazingly daggy and lovely. The teddy bear's jumper undoes with a zipper! I am going to wear it all winter. So chilly.

Today I woke up at a fairly reasonable time and C and I went for a walk to buy incense and pick up my mail. I picked up the little package at the post office, which was a little battered in it's interstate journey, and upon opening it up it contained a gorgeous little hat and a sweet little letter from my friend Sophie, who lives in Queensland and whom I play Mail-Tag with. The hat is adorable, it is a slightly belated birthday present. C wore it on the way home and he looked real sweet. Afterwards we went to Suspension to have coffee (soy hot chocolate & soy mocha specifically) and I read the letter. I am excited to begin writing back, but I have to do a bit of study for my exam today. After caffeine we went to this cheap clothes shop next door and I bought the dress and skivvy pictures above. Feeling really good today. I have an exam at 6pm, for a subject which I've already kind of decided to fail. I got an extension for the major essay that was due a week and a half ago, and worth 40%, but I really don't feel like doing it, haha. I could still do it and I have my extension and medical certificate to account for it, but I'm not really too concerned. This exam is worth 30%, so if I do really really well in it today I will pass the subject, but if not, I don't really mind too much, except for the extra $600 HECS debt. I wish I wasn't so apathetic about it, but I don't really see the point in stressing myself out to pass something I don't need.
Wish me luck!

A list of things to do if you're feeling bad and want to feel worse:

- Google image search the Holocaust.
- Watch the news, preferably the world news, though channel 7, 10 or 9's mediated sensationalist shit will probably do.
- Make a playlist of songs for your funeral (this is really pretty fun).
- Go to a pub when there's a rugby league (or any other televised organised sport) game on. You may just be lucky enough to witness racism, sexism, chauvinism and many other appalling displays of the 'typical Australian alcohol-fueled man' in one sitting!
- Look at the number of people who have joined this lovely Facebook group: Fuck Off We're Full (http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=48449193335) or browse around this website's educational content God Hates Fags, or it's affiliated, Obama Is The Antichrist.
- Stare at the two big fat ugly bills on (my) fridge for ten minutes and think about all the money you don't have.
- Think about all the people you know who are racist, think about all the people you don't know are racist and think about all the people you know who don't know they're racist.
- Watch Religilous, Zeitgeist and Sicko in a row (additional Hellhouse and Jesuscamp optional).
- Turn all the lights off and listen to Leonard Cohen for several hours, alternatively, listen to some of the songs suggested here, Songs That Make You Want to Commit Suicide.

Any suggestions?
I might add more later.
Now I'm going to bake cookies!

And now for my ridiculous photo set of the week:


What are you wearing now?
I just had to look under my coat and check for a moment, haha. Old faded black singlet, roughed up black jeans, new very cheap black & red cherry ugg boots, old tartan scarf, white wool beanie, big red coat (formerly the most expensive thing I'd ever bought, before my Macbook).

What’s the last thing you read/are currently reading?
Currently reading the first few chapters of Perfume by Patrick Suskind which I just got off Ebay. I really liked the film and although I hate not having read a book before seeing the film I find the differences really interesting.

Do you nap a lot?
I feel really guilty when I nap because I know I should always be doing something else. I have way too many sleep ins and late nights, so naps feel extra indulgent.

What’s your current obsession/addiction?
Haha, I totally can't help it, but I'm watching soooooo much Buffy. Sometimes it even gets so bad that when I do go outside I double take at people in the street and think that they're holding stakes or crosses or have faces like evil vampires. Also, I've fallen back into the clutches of my old nemesis, Facebook Scramble. It's just so good. I bet my own high score today (I am aware of the grammatical incorrectness of that sentence, but in my crazed Scramble-fueled few hours today I kept saying to C, "I bet you! I bet you!")

Which item from your closet are you wearing most lately?
New cheap ugg boots, currently on, slightly too big. I *gasp* wore them outside for the first time today, and perhaps it was just my own focus on them, but EVERY SINGLE PERSON WAS LOOKING AT THEM. I am sorry, I am a fashion victim.

What's for dinner?
C made me bruschetta.

What was the last thing you bought?
Groceries (feta, red onions, butter, bananas, tomatoes, wedges.

What are you listening to right now?
I just (re)watched the musical 'Once More With Feeling' episode of Buffy. It was so good.

If you could have any super power, what would it be?
Ooooh, I'm not sure. I'm so in Buffy world at the moment, I'd like to have some of Willow's witch powers.

What time do you usually get up?
During uni days generally 10 or 11 (or 7am death on Wednesdays). Generally 11-ish. Lazybones.

What is your most challenging goal right now?
Moving, properly. Sorting out where I want to be at uni. Joblessness. Poorness.

If you could have a house–totally paid for, fully furnished–anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
Such a hard choice. I am not well traveled, so I'd like to tour around a bit first. I'm going to say Melbourne for an answer.

Favorite vacation spot?
As mentioned above, being so little traveled, I want to go everywheeeeeeere. Canada, Ireland, South America and everywhere else.

What is your favorite item of clothing?
Probably my bright green long-ago-thrifted old-lady jacket. It is the made of the strangest fabric and when I bought it had this never-worn, stored-for-two-decades kind of scent about it. I have no idea how old it is, but the gold buttons ended up falling off and I replaced them with red teapots.

Favorite pair of shoes you keep going back to over and over, even though your closet is overflowing with a zillion others:
Red & gold Havaianas I bought myself for Christmas, hardy things they are. Whoever thought buying trendy overpriced brand-name thongs would be a good choice. The only reason I am not enjoying winter is that it's too cold to wear them.

What is your favourite item of jewellery?
Ehh, probably my gold Pisces bar pendant that my Nana gave to me or my very cheap and chipped mustache necklace.

Name one thing you cannot live without:
I'm not sure. I was thinking today as I went for a walk up to the shops without my Hiptop. I saw this beautiful big tree and my first thought was that I had to take a photo of it, and then post it somewhere. I find this so depressing that things need to be documented and processed and taken and used. I couldn't just appreciate this beautiful natural thing, I had to think about what I could use it for. I don't think there's specifically one thing I couldn't live without. The absence of certain things could make my life a little harder I guess, but I'd like to think I'm not totally dependent on material objects.

What was the last movie that you saw?
A French movie, tonight, called 'The Grocer's Son'.

What's your favourite movie (You can only name one title, it doesn't have to be your ultimate favourite but just the first one that pops into your head)?
Amelie.

What is your favorite weather, and why?
I like the wet. Rain that goes on for days. Seems kind of miserable, but there's something really lovely about it and when you go outside and everything is illuminated.

Anyhow, late late late, I'm going to bed. I WILL DO UNI WORK TOMORROW. I WILL DO UNI WORK TOMORROW.

Aaaaaaand, now for something completely gratuitous:


^ Oh James Marsters, if only you weren't as old as my dad would've been.

AND STOP PRESS: Oh. My. God. Monkey Island IS BACK.

^ C, Mesca and I.

Just a miscellaneous blog to fill in time.
I woke up at 12.30 today, which is only slightly later than usual, and although I really enjoy the fact that I can do that most days, it feels totally indulgent and lazy and wasteful.
I spent just about the whole of yesterday finishing off Buffy Season 5, which was quite enjoyable. At about 7pm I ended up with a 'nothing headache' from doing so little all day. I hate lazy-guilt. I basically lounged and got made hot chocolates. I can now move on to season 6 and return my borrowed copies of s4 & s5. I don't know if I'm really a Buffy fan. I'm enjoying watching it, but as with most things I tend to watch, I have to see the entire back-catalog of a series, even if I'm not entirely into it. I just like the characters (except Buffy who is self involved and annoying). Might watch some more this afternoon to waste some time.
I had an essay due yesterday which I had already applied for a week extension for, so I think I'm going to have to will myself into doing some of it over the weekend and submit it after the long weekend. I think it's only 1500 words, but I need so much research bulk - the whole essay is basically supposed to be regurgitated, paraphrased already existing material, none of which I have and will have to scour Google books to try to find some shtuff.
Long weekends aren't fun for the unemployed, it just means less things are open.
Not entirely certain yet, but I think I'm going to see Bob Evans tomorrow night. Of course track work is going to be around to make traveling a problem.
I have my one and only exam on Tuesday, which C says I don't need to study for, which I wish I could accept, but I'll probably try to do some cramming on the evening before.
Rereading this entry has really just highlighted to me how lazy I am. I think I need to start getting some things done.
I have an epic head cold.
I am going to the shops with C now.
Happy weekend.

...I'm not kidding.























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Searching for "kittens yawning" is really funny.