I guess people'll just end up shitting in net cafés
Need to find a public toilet fast, anywhere in Australia? Then just look up Toiletmap (dot gov dot au!). Well, fast is probably relative. It tries to load a map of the entire country straight off, and the whole thing's built in java that doesn't seem to actually work. And you'd have to have looked it up before you leave the house, I suppose. But what an idea!'...they would go, “Whooo! B-b-b-b-buh!” And that was a bit uh-uh-uh-uh...'
Farrah Fawcett recently didn't appear in her Broadway debut, and New York Metro asked her about it not happening.
She declared of the week of previews that
"Just one minute, I need to put my T-shirt on. [Pause.] When I came out, they would go, “Whooo! B-b-b-b-buh!” And that was a bit uh-uh-uh-uh—I had to get used to it. On Sunday, I saw people with tears in their eyes."
And when it was suggested that she may have forgotten her lines occasionally, she set the reporter straight:
"Absolutely not true. I do not do that! I may have transposed a line, said the line and forgotten a part of it and added it at the end, but I learned in this process to respect the writer, the cadence of her lines, which is very difficult to do. I’m used to film, where you kind of say it and it’s not exactly in the right order. Did they say I was drunk?"
so I'm watching Rage and
after some atrocious Powderfinger shite with a bogus anime video, something starts up that looks like a lame rip-off of Chris Cunningham's Come On My Selector - Japanese girl, walking spookily through institutional hallway - then the music starts, and there's a fuckin' gang of Japanese schoolgirls dancing to these awesomely hard total acid beats, and a computer says "THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU FREAK" and it's the new single by LFO. And it's incredible the way it could have been done by the OG duo in 1990, and also the way it rocks complete balls.Then the girls' faces go warpy and it's obviously a super-lame rip-off of Cunningham's Come To Daddy, but the record is still too busy rocking your balls for you to hold anything against it.
a lucky escape
A bloke called "houdini" relates a mid-'90s encounter with Dave Sim and the Devouring Female Void at Barbelith:"A little story: Autumn of 1996 I bungled my finances and ended up having to phone my dad from college and get him to front me money so I could take the train down from Durham to Nottingham for the 'Spirits of Independence' tour. With a missed connection and some fucked up scheduling I didn't get to the con till after 6pm. The room was empty and they were taking down the tables. I got a signature from a very depressed Nabiel Kanan and then ended up talking to Ed "Ilya" Hillyer, who took pity on me and tipped me off as to where the pro's would be drinking later that evening. I went and met up with them and ended up drinking with those guys, the Page 45 blokes, Jeremy Dennis of 3inabed, the Sleaze Castle chaps, Gary Spencer Millidge and, of course, Sim and Gerhard."There were also a few other hangers-on, and halfway through the night I find myself sitting diagonally opposite Dave with two women in the corner spots of the square. Dave is handing me a cigarette and one of the girls asks me if I'm a vegetarian. I confess I'm not and the other one takes the opportunity to mention that they both view men as so different from women that if they weren't veggie they wouldn't think eating male flesh was cannibalism. I cough politely and try to suggest that, biologically speaking, a species is defined by the ability to reproduce, and... and then they both start shouting at me. Sim fixes me with one of those talk-show-host, car-salesman "zing" looks and says, real quiet like, "Smile and nod, kid. Smile and nod." So I smile, I nod, and the conversation dries up instantly and blows away on some phantom breeze.
"Woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, two pages of sketches and a signed copy of 'Melmoth'. Make of that what you will. "
