Boss Of Everything

Men What I Love

Posted on August 5th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Well, that Chris Morris is a funny, clever bugger, isn’t he? Rhetorical. B and I actually got to go out, like grown ups, on a date and everything last week. (even though Spike was a sick as a dog – thanks Nana and Papa!) We went to the pictures. The moving, talking pictures. MIFF is in full swing, or about to finish, I can’t be expected to keep up with ALL the details – but since we heard the first sniffs of an idea Mr Morris had for his first full length feature film we’ve been hanging out to see it. Four Lions is about as dangerous a topic you could chose and is expertly thrown at the screen like no other could have managed. How DO you make a funny movie about terrorism?

Traditionally Jihadist extremists (redundant) are fare more suited to intense documentaries or bang, smash, blowing-shit-up Oliver Stone movies. Of course Chris Morris looked in that box marked, “Suicide Bombers” and he thought, “I can make them sympathetic, funny characters.” And for this, he is a show off. The fact that he succeeded soooo expertly makes him an Epic Smarty Pants. He directed too, of course and it’s beautifully shot. From hidden point of view conversation snatches to the wildly brutal panoramas of Terrorist Training Camps and the stunning mayhem of midtown London on Marathon Day – it just takes your breath away. The story is dangerous, ridiculous and farcical and honest in every way. The laughs, as the best laughs do, come out of shocking dark corners and serene human innocence. It’s no secret I want to smash this man’s head open and move in with his brain, it must be SO divine to be in there, all day. See it. Love it. Erect a Chris Morris statue in your yard and get to worshippin’!

Another man what I love with my lips teeth and gums is US comedian, Louis CK.

Louis is a killer stand-up. A comics comic whom also reaches across to the front of the room becomes an audiences comic. Pretty impressive. Google the lad, you’ll thank me afterwards. Now Louis had a short lived HBO show called Lucky Louie which I hated. Not because of him, cause he rocked. Or the supporting cast, which were great. I hated the look of it, the $3.20 spent on each episode really showed. It was jarring and off putting. And the dialogue seemed more about ’shocking’ than ‘delivering’ and that kinda sealed the deal. Of course I watched them all – I love Louis but watching Lucky Louie was never a satisfying feeling. Now, coming full circle, Louis has a genius new show on FX (FX the same network that gives us Archer – OMFG I LOVE Archer) and you need to sell your kidneys to get a hold of a copy. It’s what Seinfeld would have been if Seinfeld was an edgy, brutally honest comic brimming with self loathing and bravado. The opening scene below (from Ep 2) is one of the most honest representations of a bunch of comics hanging around together ever captured on screen. It sets the tone for the series, for mine. Louis writes, directs and hullo EDITS this show on his Mac… the very thought of so much creative control makes me faint with desire. Unbridled, envious, desire. The best news is, Louie just got picked up for another 13 eps. NO ONE deserves more shows like Louis. This series should be held up as an example of how all ’sitcoms’ should be made. Love. It. Hard.

And this has been a episode of Men What I Love. Those two are smashed up hard at the top of my list. Just under these three.

Bliss! Yup, nothing beats those three…

Me xxoo

Louis twitters here.
I twitter here and there.
Spike even has a go, here.

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JoosyJune

Posted on June 10th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

May skidded by with barely a nod nor wink. Fine, be that way, May. Who needs ya?

I have been busy in that pathetic way where you’re busy but busy doing absolutely nothing you really want to be doing. It’s draining and spirit crushing. Where’s my own creative outlet? Where’s my bag of free money? Where’s my friggen waistline!? Speaking of the latter, I had a nice night out with a salacious bunch of tarts AKA The Play Group Moms. We’ve become a much more autonomous group this year with our kids going off to different kindergartens (or jail) but getting together is like Old Home Week. Love ‘em. Love ‘em one and all. Even the really tall, thin, hot one. Damn you, Dawson! Also had a nice night on the curry n booze with Rinne Roo. I spent 99% of it complaining about my ‘career’ and she topped off my glass (in an effort to quell the whinging, one assumes) the other 1% we spent jubilantly trowelling through any local gossip would could muster – oh and judging other peoples lives. Heh That’s the advantage of being SO above them all. The judgement. The harsh but fair judgement.

The kids continue to amuse on a mostly, daily basis. Their antics are here and here. The movie my beloved B and I are both waiting-not-at-all-patiently to see is here All hail MIFF which is showing it, next month. And my favourite drool time website is here. What a full and dazzling life I lead… pfffffff

In the Happy News category, B and I are coming up on our 8th wedding anniversary! Consulting the Wiki world it seems traditional 8th anniversary gifts include salt and/or pottery. Ah yes, just what I’ve always…. beg pard? Salt and pottery? So, Lot’s wife and somewhere stonewear for her to live? Salt? “Are you hungry? Would you like some salt?” (Gawd I LOVE Reeves & Mortimer) Modern gifts don’t shed much more light, they include linens and/or lace. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be difficult for him to find me a linen and/or lace iPhone V4? I’m not interested in the iPad. Just the name alone, come on! I wont have one. Nope, not unless one falls from the sky, for free. You understand?! Of course you do.

The thing that IS keeping me amused and occupied is designing house plans. I really am a latent architect. Yes, architect. (Keep your ill-fitting lesbian pants on.) It’s all big open spaces and hidden passage ways and a slide from top floor to the bottom. I’d be an architect too if I could find someone to do the technical drawing for me… and the compliance with building regulations (without altering my design)… and the budgets and the long line of clients who just walk in with their cheque book and a note, “Please just do what ever you want, you’re great.” Oh yes, THEN I’d be an architect for sure! I’d even get myself a stupid sechetary called Betty. And Betty would ‘look the other way’ when I was doing inappropriate things.

Wow, that derailed a bit, didn’t it? But I feel my point has been made. A point. Something. Quick, look over there, something bright and shiny!

heh

So that’s what’s up in MeLand. Nothing and everything. Nothing I want to be doing, except that stuff. My patience is wearing filo-thin.

Til next time, unless I go postal.

me xx

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May we finish May?

Posted on May 25th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

End of Autumn.
End of post partum.
End of financial year.
End of my tether…um.

I’ve always been a poet. Lyrical, I am. A fucken joy to the ears. I’m like tubular bells. A human pan flute, if you will. I should put out a CD.

Life is starting to get back on an even keel. Shit, I just spilled apple tart and cream all over myself… as you may have deduced, I am not quite back on my low carb diet yet. I’m still in the “shove as many bad carbs as possible down yer neck hole” – pre diet stage. It’s going VERY well. A gift that comes naturally. Sadly.

Where was I? Ah yes, when my jumper was clean I was telling you how I’m getting back to ‘normal’ – yes yes, a relative state (gawd, Chantilly cream is a lovely thing). My lungs are working as well as they did on a bad pre-pregnancy day. Nothing to write home about but certainly better than they have been the last 10 months. My face is regaining it’s fight against gravity and compressed nerves. Again, not 100% – now I look like I’ve had half a face of Botox or, like Sam Newman’s arse which is [only slightly] preferable to looking like John Merrick WITH Bells Palsy. AND the pain is going away. But the best part is, I’ve had a chance to touch up the roots and my naturally red hair is again, one colour. Naturally Red. Not nine colours. One naturally red, eight grey. My eyebrows on the other hand are in Susan Boyle territory. But that’s what a fringe (bangs) was invented for. Gawd bless a blunt cut.

Both my boys have their own spots on the web. Spike’s here, and Morrison’s here so I shall (continue) to update their fascinating progress on their own domains and will return this corner of the web back to all things, ME! Me I tells ya, MEEEEEEE!!! I’ll wait while some of you clean up the pee of joy I just squeezed out of you.

Brace yourselves for talks of all things Ikea. The lighter side of low carb dieting… you know, once I recover from the fury of cutting carbs out of my diet – again. I shall talk about Twitter. I shall bitch about FaceBook and not utter a word about MySpace. I’ll discuss the latest bottle of vino cracked by Ben, Rin and I. (the last bottle of red was a CORKER!) Chris Morris and all his brainiac brilliance will be bandied about and Miss Itchy rumours may be fanned, fuelled or denied. Try me.

The point is, never again shall this page be devoted to tales of my morning sickness or swollen ankles. Well, not without being closely followed by stories of My Law Suit and My Divorce.

Loob and I are off to see French & Saunders in July. It’ll be great to see what they’ve come up with with our stolen brains. But I should be back before then to yammer on about life changing and interesting things. Bait your breath, await instructions and for crissakes, stay off the furniture – until it’s been Scotchgarded (TM).

Til next time.

Yours, The Boss of Completely Everything. xxxx

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9+ months. 39 weeks. 273 days and…

Posted on March 24th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff.

Of course we’re still counting! Place yer bets…

Boss O xxoo

Oh and if you haven’t already, you simply MUST check out this guy’s work! B has passed a reply or two on his way home from the office (in Windsor) too. Deeeeelightful. I don’t care who copied who, I just love ‘em!

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I’m not in hospital, this time.

Posted on March 12th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff, News.

I’m not.

Not even a bit.

Ok, I go there a lot but they don’t make me stay any more.

Now I want to stay.

Pfff!

We’re snowed under with techmology currently. It’s tops! It’s tops posh. I just cant tell you how MUCH I love STUFF!! ‘Speshully techy stuff! I’m up to Puss’s bow in bloody gigabites of glory!

Our two newest toys are; a Neuros. It makes stuff get on our telly from the computer and vice versa. It lets your telly surf the web and play YouTube clips and it even makes shows get on my iPhone (mmm my true love) in ONE easy step – IN iPhone format!! It archives all our old VCR (remember those?! heh) and DVD’s and *cough* pirated *cough* tv shows from off of the lovely electric internets. I can’t stop watching Nathan Barley – again. (seriously, note the web addy) Gawd we love Chris Morris! pant pant pant… Anything that gets more Morris in this house is going to be more welcome than a healthy 7lb baby stuffed full of hundred dollar bills! pant pant pant…

The other bit o lovely we’ve got is a teeny tiny eeePC on it’s way from the US (for B’s birthday/baby day/just cause he’s wanted one for ages day) and low and behold, it’s gonna be perfect for ME to take to hospital when I eventually have this 4yr old child removed. eeePC’s were the first of the full power mini laptops. It’s 10″ across fercrissakes! Solid state drive (no moving parts) loaded with the prettiest of Linux thingys (no money for YOU Mr Gates) a built in camera/microphone and all that jazz. Add one mobile broadband dongle and voila Barry, you’ve got the internet IN hospital (instead of being cut off like some 1960’s birthing mother in a remote Peruvian jungle somwhere). *sigh* See? It takes SO little to make me truly happy.

Oh and I ordered New Baby an Uglydoll of its own. Spike has FUGGER, New Baby will have this.

You gotta love a little UglyDoll. I think currently, they’re about the same size. New Ugly and New Baby that is. Kinda hoping New Baby is slightly less yellow. Oh, and two eyed. Biocular. Able to wink without blacking out.

2 & 1/2 weeksish to go… Nobody likes a latecomer.

The last ultrasound (one week ago) showed New Baby is only four pounds-ish. Ahhh? I beg to differ! That aint ALL cake or pancakes! Rinne and I haven’t even been to Monties ALL year!!!!!

Til that there explodes…

Boss o Fat Pants!! xxoo

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