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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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March-ing Along

Posted on March 28th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

March eh? For about a poofteenth longer. My BABY is one year old on Thursday. Simply, ridiculous. A year has gone by since I couldn’t breath, move, bend over, sit up, imagine how great another general anaesthetic would be?! I simply don’t believe it. He’s a rockin’, rollin’ head on a stick.

LOUD, cunning, astute and discerning. Still can’t quite believe he’s not a little girl. This time twelve months ago I was quite sure Queenie was on her way. V glad to have Morrison instead. Girls bitch ‘n moan. Boys just bash ‘n destroy. I’ve never liked clean, Cruskit-free surfaces any way.

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Looking forward to a night out with Haggs on Wednesday. We’re attending a couple of festival activities, taking a page from Morrison’s book – only discerning choices this year.

Looking forward to seeing Rich Fulcher’s Eleanor (all the while being disturbed at just HOW MUCH he looks like me in drag…seriously, have you clicked the link yet and gone. “Oh my. Oh my gawd?!”) Noolly Thomas and Sam Simmons‘ new shows. Festival is just something that happens now, not something to obsess over for 10 months of the year. Not sure which side of the fence I actually fall when I REALLY think about it. Ok, let me straighten that thought out. I do NOT miss the insanity of Com Fest. I would not actually do another full season if someone paid me by the hour. With cash money. And gadgets. Ok, what kinda gadgets are we talking here?!.. no! No I really wouldn’t. Gis a wee stage somewhere in town, in the middle of the year, then you’re talking. Oh yes. Now you’re on.

Also looking forward to taking in a cuppla shows with my main squeeze, B. Babysitters to organise, sedatives to order and fire retarding agents to acquire. I am going to insist that he carry me most of the way and when I’m tired I will cling to his leg and stand on his feet so he can ‘walk me’ around. He’s adept at cleaning up spew so if I get squiffy, I wont need to worry about the state of myself and he’s also excellent at tucking one in to bed and telling one to ’shut up until morning’. The perfect dad date!

Speaking of the funny-ha ha and the funny-weird – Haggar and I are considering an Itchy Podcast. A) because there still isn’t anything that makes us laugh as much. B) because we can and C) goats cheese. Compelling reasons, one and all. Will let you know if we ever get our arses in to the correct gear to propel that idea further than unabashed enthusiasm. You’d tune in for the songs alone, am I right? “Bewly and the Beeeeest” Of course you would. You are but, human. Well part human, part man goat. You know who you are.

And just cause this is prob’ly my favourite photo ever. Miss Gerda, V 1.0 and her chicken with arms. (you can see, she’s got a little handbag… cause she’s old enough to go out… dontent chu know?)

You’re welcome.

me xxoo

(if you’re not already, enjoy the twitting, here.)

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Janyooairy

Posted on January 30th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Hullo lovers of all things, Janyooairy! ‘010 already eh? Hell, we’re 1/12th of the way through it! Conan’s been reamed by Leno. Haiti fall down go BOOOOOOM and I’ve washed the floorboards with the steam mop at least once. That’s Janyooairy for ya. A mixed bag if ever I’ve had one (and we ALL know, I’ve had ‘one’). Ok two. (the colostomy doesn’t count. How could it?!) Ok, nine times, tops. Get off my back!

Lessee… Oh, in December I did this, with my best friend. A Christianful Nativity… Itchy Style.

NOTHING giggles up my goat’s coat more than doing that with her. Damn, she’s fun! Deranged, obvs, but Eff Yoo En. A belated thanks to Toby Jean and Nooly Thomas (holy crap, that’s the cutest pic ever!) for allowing us to muck up their stage. And a bigger thanks to industrial bean bag zips in taffeta frocks for not giving way. I think we’ll do it again. Sometime this year. A bit of a show. Might be here in my bathroom (which is having the shit renovated out of it, thanksforarksking) or could be in a wee venue somewhere with moisture proof seats. Stand by for more news in that area. Actually, you might wanna take a seat. Or yes, wander off. It’s your call.

If I’ve said it once it’s cause I had an audience who loved and approved of me. Miss Itchy is the most fun you can have with your best friend and 8 metres of stained haberdashery. Mark. My. Words.

Speaking of mad women with paint brushes, Haggar’s been knocking up some bloody lovely ahhhhrt of late. For those of you who don’t know, one of her paintings was chosen to be the cover of the Victorian Bushfires Royal Commission Report (banner at top of page a SMALL sample of Hagg’s work). She’s been heavily involved with the Arts Alliance up in Kinglake, submitting gorgeous works for exhibition and sale. I fell in love with another one of her big pieces (oooh weh, Vicar) and she graciously sold it to me for a pittance, a pittance I tells ya! Now, all I need to do is wait for her to fall off her twig, penniless and missing one ear then I’m going on an auction frenzy, baby! I’m sittin on Blue Poles or The Portrait of Dr Gachet here, I tells ya!

In all seriousness, she’s good. She’s really proper good. Yes, she’s always been good, but man, this is a whole other level of accomplishment. (Do you get that she’s good at drawin n that? Have I painted the appropriate – word pickshar? Good! heh ) She’ll have her website up soon and you’ll be able to see some of her work. She doesn’t even colour outside the lines hardly ever, any more. Tops.

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In other Melbourne-centric news. This last week we lost, well no, we didn’t LOSE Dave. Cancer, shitty bloody pancreatic cancer came and got Dave and buggered off with him. No one here was finished with him. No one. Not his loving partner, Karen. His gorgeous babies, Spencer, Madeleine and Marieke. Not us. Hell, least of all, Dave! His memorial gig was last Thursday. It was a balls to the wall all out celebration of a great life. The most striking thing about the day was the complete representation of ALL facets of the comedy community. An unmitigated Full House. It’s the equivalent of The Ramones, Barry Manilow, Kiss, Emmylou Harris, Pavarotti, The Mattoid, Madonna and The Vapors all turning up for Celine Dion’s funeral – except not her, obvs. [insert someone REALLY good]. I simply can’t name another person in our industry who was so beloved and respected no matter which side of the stage you stood on. To say Dave will be sorely missed, is pithy. He leaves a gaping chasm that no one else will be able to fill. Those of us who knew him and were affected by him will simply be richer in every way for having done so.

Vale Dave. Say hi to Tarranto, Gibbo and Herouvim for us. Christ, there’s a show going on somewhere. We love you and miss you all very much. Hairy-Bum, do you need a new pair of thongs?

Go tell the people you love, how much you love them. Make sure your friends know what they mean to you. You can do it now when it counts or at the funeral when it really doesn’t carry the punch you’d like. S’your call.

Til next time.

fahey xxxx

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Stuff!

Posted on October 20th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Psst, you know… I’m not sure if I’ve said this before but I fucken LOVE stuff!!! No seriously. Can NOT get enough of it. ‘Specially all this shiny stuff! Yeah, the kids are great and everything, if you like that kind of thing but a new telly!? Nothing beats it!

Ok, two new tellies. Sure, that would be better.

Or a bigger newer one than the one I just got. Mmm, might be better.

Shaddap, you’re distracting me from the telly.

(Spike loves BBC News. He finds the CNN feed, full of fluff and SBS news; too patronising.)

My brother had the first (or bloody close to it) plasma screen telly in Australia. He won it. I had the wall space to hang it. Yay me! I mean, congratulations Noel. It was the year 2000 (the one Conan O’Brien tells future-tales from) and the Syderney Olympics were on. What a time to have a wall busting $20,000 telly. Yup, retarded eh? Its RRP (recommended retail price) was twenty grand. Here we are, nine years later and (thanks to a special someone to whom I shall bequeath all my finest spare eyes) I just picked up a new 42″ plasma for UNDER $600. I know this is a stupid deal and I got very lucky but still, it’s RRP is still well under $2,000. It’s also about 320kg lighter!

Wouldn’t it be nice if house prices worked the same way? Not as a seller, obvs! Actually, that IS kinda what’s happened in LA. The same warehouse/loft apts we were looking at in ‘05 for $600 and 800k are now begging to be sold for high 3’s mid 400’s. (I know cause they keep sending me emails) Fuhgeddabout the rest of the country littered with a ‘burbsworth of over capitalised houses and over mortgaged householders… [From Time.com] “dropping property values have driven homes, on average, down to what they cost four years ago. Add in all those home equity loans people used to free up cash, and you’re left with a situation where more than 18% of homeowners now owe more than their house is worth.” We’ve remained remarkably untouched here in Australia. Yay if you’re selling, boo-hiss if you’re buying.

Wow, depressing.

Where was I? Ah yes… new shiny stuff!! Hubbalicious has imposed a Gadget Ban on the Scott Household for the rest of 09. He says we’ve reached our gadget limit (like there could even be such a thing!) for the year. Right after he said this, our microwave pirouetted its last dance and sputtered to a stop. Dead. Completely off of it’s bones. The microwave that is less than 2 yrs old so I made a “Not happy, Jan” phone call to Sanyo Pty Ltd. Turns out the man was very nice and offered to cover it under warranty – even though it’s out of warranty if I could find proof of purchase…

I hate filing cabinets.

Love tellys.

Hate filing cabinets.

Till next time!

Bossy Big Telly Haver, Cold Drink Drinker xxxx

Follow the MissItchy madness on Twitter. There’ll be more live stuff from us before the year’s out. Gird both loins and spay your cats. xxxx

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