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Summer of '69
American Life Magazine’s vast photo archives, spanning 150 years in the life of the US, are now searchable by google even though the magazine is no more. Very interesting, particularly the series on poverty during the Great Depression. It’s also full of hidden gems like this:
OMG fugly mandals and hideously unflattering pants on a young Hillary Rodham. What a square.
I’d seen a cropped version of this image before, but never the full-length horror. And no, it’s not just the time period; rather, a reminder that these are the people who run our lives - the people who spend their youth in fuglypants with an earnest expression, pursuing noble goals, only to emerge from their chrysalis of foul twenty-five years later, pristine style icons, with the aid of a herd of professional stylists. Here’s what the cool kids were doing in 1969. Warning: none of these people are famous, but they look like they’re having a freakin’ good time.
Do Not Get Married II
I just can’t see how these people are in fact alive.
The more I learn about how weddings are apparently conducted in this country, the more fearful I become of my own approaching nuptials. They all seem very happy however, so that’s something.
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Dean Mighell
You thought you’d seen it all? Well, think again. Someone’s out to get Dean Mighell and he seems to have delivered a dual hit of allegedly squandering his members’ money on both business class airfares and, potentially, transgender prostitutes. It’s all very British.
Combined with last year’s expulsion from The Party, this may well be his death knell in public life. But then, Australia’s a small and talentless place in some ways; our best and brightest often leave to work overseas before they reach a level of seniority and arrogance that produces sexcapades and Trevor Flugge, so Mighell’s years of experience will probably continue to be at a premium until he retires.
MORE than $27,000 was splurged on accommodation.
AT least $10,000 was spent on meals, drinks, valet service, the internet, in-house movies, the mini-bar and other items.
A PHONE call from Mr Mighell’s hotel room was made to a transsexual escort named Suzana.
Touted as a “shemale”, Suzana says on a website: “I am a sexy and very convincing ‘TV girl’ escort. I work in central London from a nice, quiet and clean flat.”
Just in case you’re as inquisitive as I am, here is Suzana’s site [nsfw] and I wish her the best and hope that her custom increases through the level of traffic it is undoubtedly now experiencing from gleeful members of the Australian political scene.
Daily Graphic Horror, GetUp style
Below is the graphic currently appearing on the GetUp website. I mean, I just flicked through to see what they were up to and got the shock of my life. When you click on said graphic from the front page, it links to GetUp’s climate action campaign - but there’s nothing on the front page to suggest that by clicking, you won’t be accessing badly photoshopped activist pron. I’m actually suprised that I clicked on it at all, because there is no way that I want to inadvertently load up pron starring women in ubiquitous Bonds t-shirts with disproportionately massive heads, poorly-dressed Nathan Rees impersonators, and a large crowd including what appears to be the triplets or possibly quadruplets in identical hats, all set at a wind fam with phallic turbines gently rotating in the background. Especially not when I’m at work.
If you can’t clean up your homepage, what makes you think you can clean up the world? That is all.
McCain's Aunt on McCain, voting, and democrats
‘Let these bastards get in,’ she says, ‘I don’t give a damn anymore. If these people want to buy votes and get their people in office, let them suffer for it in the way of high taxes.’
‘I sat in line more than an hour today and I’m nearly 100. We should have one day of voting and if these people are too weak to vote, too bad.’
She’s 96 and the twin of McCain’s mother. She’s also my new hero. Tell it like it is, Rowena! She goes on to say that McCain will likely die in office.
Via The Daily Beast
Poogee Bay Hotel
Somebody has gone to alot of trouble with this site. Could it be that they are connected to “rival hotel owners”? Are they willing to be DNA tested to prove it?
Yes we carve
Possibly the only thing that could make me want to move to the US.
Wednesday Murdoch... WTF
Sorry, but the following graphic has just appeared on the Daily Tele’s website, linked to a story about the death penalty about to be meted out to the bali bombers:
“The photo Australia has longed to see”. Um, no.
When I saw this graphic, two images popped into my head. The first was the execution scene from Orwell’s 1984, where Winston and Julia meet in a crowd at an execution, seizing the moment to secretly press their hands together in unbridled lust as the crowd of proles around them rise to a frenzied peak of hatred at a passing parade of Eurasion prisoners. The second was I think a horrible episode of Doctor Who, or it could have been Torchwood, involving a space station where people were abducted and made to perform in reality tv shows involving death for the camera. In each case, death as a spectacle, execution as entertainment.
Monday Fairfax Hero!
The new-media work experience kid who put this graphic together is officially today’s Fairfax Hero, a new Stoush.net site feature which will henceforth involve me posting things I’ve idly observed in the Fairfax almost-Press.
So sleazy you can carve him. That is all.
Imagine a world where food didn't go off.
Ladies, Gentleman, and children alike - this is a chemical food. There is absolutely no nutrition here.