SF Lyons

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Picture Booth

In lesser arts, me on December 4, 2009 at 10:05 pm
Devil with Laughing Man - Peter Booth, 1981

SF Lyons (right) with childhood friend.

IDKE: where old memes live again

In me on October 4, 2009 at 11:23 am

“Google search ‘[your name] needs’ and post the top ten results on your blog.” Okay then:

Shane needs to lay off the fatty foods.

Shane needs more doing.

Shane needs a loving, forever home.

Shane needs a Wooby.

Shane needs to lay off the fatty foods.

Shane will need a family with patience and understanding and he will need time to adjust.

Shane needs to die.

Punctuation Fetish: “Shane needs”.

Shane needs all our encouragement and support and a clean sweep of the Cashman regime, so once again he can create great music and perform at great shows.

Shane Needs to Learn Some Manners.

But…how does Google know?

4, 3, old, dead

In me on January 28, 2008 at 5:07 pm

I’m 43 today. Inevitable, I suppose, but still an unpleasant shock. As in previous years, here is a selection of people funning it up upon the same milestone. Look at them go.

more than just “good”

In me, other on April 16, 2006 at 3:43 pm

During an email conversation to arrange Good Friday evening’s entertainment I mentioned to my friend that I was working in the bottleshop that day. She expressed her concern and suspicion that my employers weren’t God-fearing Christians. I pointed out that Easter is actually the most alcoholic of holidays: On Friday Jesus got hammered, Saturday he spent all day dead. Then he came back to life on Sunday but had to take Monday off as well. And even after that some of his friends weren’t quite sure if he was really there.

I thought this gag was really kind of obvious but she insisted I post it on my blog. Put something, anything, on my blog. So, there you go.

(Actually, I reckon J-Naz and the D12 had had a big Thursday as well. I mean they got picked up by the cops when they crashed in someone’s garden after a “supper”, and the main thing everyone remembered afterwards was drinking wine.)

exeunt.

The Day’s Bounty

In me on November 11, 2004 at 12:47 pm

1. Great merriment at the expense of the Liberal Party of Australia.

2. Some leftover soup my housemate thought might be off, so she gave it to me. It wasn’t! Bonus!

3. An undertaking from the “slutty, sweary ladybird” of the Left to ply me with grog and vittles.

4. A shiny new 20 cent piece, thrown at me from a passing school bus.

5. A copy of Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections from my local library so that I can seem cultured up when vittling fitswith.

6. A single sheet of toilet paper, sandwiched between pages 72 and 73 of The Corrections! Bonus!

7. Warm weather, and the many fine, bare-shouldered women that it brings.

8. A feeling that all can be good with the world.

9. Deep, untroubled sleep.