Wednesday, November 30, 2005

looking for

said the ad at technorati...

What Am I
Looking For?

Snakes or Ladders?

Comments: looking for

& that seems to be David Hemmings circa Blow-up perched on the right-hand ladder. Other than the fact that it's in colour now the old Dome hasn't changed much.

So what was the ad for?
Posted by laura at November 30, 2005 04:35 PM

I never climbed the stacks, we just handed over a slip of paper in my day and waited for the numbers to come up ...
Pilates for bookworms?

It is for a search engine that finds products, commodifying words. My life as a trivet...
(except I found that one thru google after the other site blinked and ticked too much)
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 11:13 AM

Let us hope that the identification of books at the Vic State Library, is better than the ID of photos at the National Library of Australia - which has labelled St.Paul's Cathedral (no 26 in that Mark Strizic series with the stacks) as St.Patrick's.

Elsewhere they have Portland Town Hall incorrectly labelled Customs House. They know nothing. They need me, Agent 86 - I know everything. I know too much and there is no antidote.
Posted by Brownie at December 2, 2005 12:21 PM

Oh! Freak Lloyd Right! You can PURCHASE yourself!
Posted by Brownie at December 2, 2005 12:24 PM

Smart thinking, 86.

Gee, getting the cathedral wrong may have been fighting words in those sectarian times.

But thanks for alerting me to the set. Great photos of Melb -including a red rattler in Jolimont yards.
And the parisendof collins...

"the emergence of European customs"
guess it's the man jumping off the tram...
Posted by boynton at December 2, 2005 02:07 PM

A quick hello from wet and foggy downtown Bicheno.
Posted by Sedgwick at December 3, 2005 10:26 AM

Damp December in middle Melb too.
And loving it.
Beats sleepless and sultry first day of summer.
Posted by boynton at December 3, 2005 12:01 PM

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

christmases past

Among many audio treats available at Music You (Possibly) Won't Hear Anyplace Else is a blast from the past: Does Santa Claus Sleep with His Whiskers (Over or Under the Sheets) Henry Hall and the BBC Dance Orchestra.
I have blogged about this once before when I found a sample of another version*, but it was tres nostalgic to hear the full version.

His version of The Teddy Bears Picnic* with Hall on vocal, has become a perennial favourite with children sterling times

Another novelty from Hall: The Broken Record - novelty fox trot
...the title of this catchy tune is the nightmare of every 78-record collector! I love the the way in which the tune incorporates the sound of a cracked record, by imitating the repeat which occurred when the needle skipped.

at the excellent Jan's 78 warehouse

Comments: christmases past

If you go out on the field today,
you better go in disguise
If you go out on the field today,
you're in for a big surprise

For every wolf that aver there was,
will gather round, for certain because,
today's the day the Wickham Wolves have a victory

Victory time for Wickham Wolves
The mighty Wickham Wolves are having a f**cking good win today
See us, watch us kick our goals ...

Ahem. Etc.
Posted by Tony.T at November 29, 2005 06:29 PM

Sounds like it was a rare thing - a once-a-year day- for the wolves to win?
Wonder if Brisbane ever considered this a club song?
Posted by boynton at November 29, 2005 06:37 PM

They are unworthy.
Posted by Tony.T at November 29, 2005 07:11 PM

Posted by boynton at November 30, 2005 09:03 AM

a similar novelty foxtrot: Where did Robinson Crusoe go with Friday on Saturday Night?
Susoz is searching for a replacement for her worn out copy of Mitch Millers Christmas Favourites!
Posted by Brownie at November 30, 2005 10:53 AM

"They went hunting for rabbits when the weather grew colder...?"
(oh it seems I can't link here to the lyrics - but see the first hit if you Google the title. A great site with novelty songs lyrics)

You can hear the mp3 here:

(btw - unbearable was re Brisbane FC. I'm rather fond of the songs of yesterday)
Posted by boynton at November 30, 2005 11:38 AM

And does his chewing gum lose its flavour on the bed post overnight?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at November 30, 2005 06:04 PM

I've Got The Yes We Have No Bananas Blues...
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 11:19 AM

Yes, we got no bananas
But man I got the blues.
I say yes, we got no bananas.
But man, I got the blues.

Banana man come on Monday,
Kept drivin' right on by,
He had my baby with him,
Now all I do is cry.

Yes, we got no bananas
But man I got the blues.
I say yes, we got no bananas.
But man, I got the blues.
Posted by Epileptic Guava Trotsky at December 1, 2005 06:43 PM

"Yesterday somebody kept on asking me,
"Say, what's a wegistable what begins with "P"?
I gave it up and I asked him to tell--
When he said, "Pananas!" I just had to yell!
P! A! N! A! N! A!
Yes! No, no! Take 'um away!
I've got the "Yes, We Have No Bananas" Blues

u cn hear it here, if u dare...

(always good to revisit that great site.
And while I was there I caught the intriguing:
"Who Paid the Rent for Mrs. Rip Van Winkle?")
Posted by no boyntons at December 2, 2005 01:36 PM

Alas, my PC is mute. So even if I dared, 't would be in vain. A sad case of nothing to gain so nothing ventured.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at December 2, 2005 02:55 PM
Once you see the lyrics, it's E-Z to sing a long in your head if you think of a standard Eddie Jolson mutation

got around the ge*cities ban by tinyurl...
Posted by boynton at December 2, 2005 03:07 PM

Don't miss Epileptic Guava's soon to be long awaited "Missed the Link and got Totally Whooshed Blues"
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at December 3, 2005 06:46 PM

Thought it was: missed the link and varied the theme...
E.Guava's Blues rock imho.
Posted by boynton at December 4, 2005 03:24 PM

tennis ball

North Western Tennis Association

Comments: tennis ball

Aaahh. I always wondered where they kept their balls.

[My matinee show seems to go over well, honest.]
Posted by peacay at November 30, 2005 05:49 PM

Balls boys.
Posted by Tony.T at November 30, 2005 06:21 PM

It's hard to ignore the double entendre...

A North Western courting ritual?
(If so, the man in with the ciggie has the nonchalant Advantage)
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 11:32 AM

Mm. Decidedly unscientific of him.
Posted by peacay at December 1, 2005 03:07 PM

great link, peacay.

The science of Cporrect posture?
must be the silent p.
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 04:06 PM

Monday, November 28, 2005


The lastest craze for individualistic spectacles has produced this sports creation...
People October 1 1958

searching for the maker, I found my way to a Slide Show of 20th Century Spectacles where the Scissors are a good match for the rackets.

Comments: individualistic

Whenever I need a pair of novelty glasses I usually pop these on...
Posted by norabone at December 5, 2005 08:08 PM

Very nice, Nora.

Digitised glasses.
Posted by boynton at December 6, 2005 12:53 PM

Sunday, November 27, 2005

tomorrow brings

Bought a phone the other day, which almost brings me back to the beginning

Oh - you got the phone! said the guy behind the counter, beaming.
Yes, I said, beaming. I've been looking for years!

It doesn't ring and suffers from terrible halitosis, but at $10 is a pretty good buy.

Comments: tomorrow brings

Ah-me, those were the days, when AWA was a name for an endearingly daggy range of electronic goods, instead of Kevin Andrews' preferred work contracts.
Posted by Helen at November 30, 2005 11:21 AM

not to mention the P.M.G...

btw - I've just re-read this. That was not *the* phone of course (alas) just a better look-a-like.
If I bought things off of the interwebs I would buy this lovely phone, but prefer to take pot-luck at the op-shops.
My phone, flawed, was a $10 find at St Vinnies. As Is.
Posted by boynton at November 30, 2005 11:44 AM

Love - The Red Telephone

Sitting on a hillside
Watching all the people die
I'll feel much better on the other side
I'll thumb a ride

I believe in magic
Why, because it is so quick
I don't need power when I'm hypnotized
Look in my eyes
What are you seeing ... I see...
How do you feel? ...
I feel real phony when my name is
Or was that bill?

Life goes on here
Day after day
I don't know if I am living or if I'm
Supposed to be
Sometimes my life is so eerie
And if you think I'm happy
Paint me ... white ... yellow

I've been here once
I've been here twice
I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the -
The fifth's to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
And if you wanna count me
Count me out

I don't need the time of day
Anytime with me's ok
I just don't want you using up my time
'cause that's not right
Posted by Tony.T at November 30, 2005 06:50 PM

"I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the -
The fifth's to fix"

I think it's the fifth to fix.
But don't mention yellow or white or I might have to go looking at sixes and sevens
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 11:39 AM

Friday, November 25, 2005

like dreams


Who is dreaming? The user, or the Internet itself? In a certain way, both. The program generates a personal moving picture, unique, unpredictable, and forever gone when it is finished, just like dreams. But that dream is made out of pieces taken form the subconscious of the whole net, gathered by some words of the user and the obscure logic of searching algorithm

The first key words I submitted were my usual search words: black labrador. A black lab is more motif than specific dream - but the result was quite moving as it endlessly dreamt up suggestions and reminders in not-quite-figurative formation.

The other night I dreamt of about 30 cats nesting in trees alongside 2 possums. As you do. Alas, Cats in trees with possums was too complicated: Your words gave to few results... but cats in trees worked.

Cats in trees with possums gave to few but Lucy in the sky with diamonds was last seen forming a shape that resembled the band on a record cover from the sixties...

via the presurfer

Comments: like dreams

That's a very interesting dream boynton. Two wiley cats and thirty wide eyed possums. Mmmm. I will endeavour to turn up a black lab for you.

"All this is but a dream". Rx (eternally), helps with perspective.
Posted by Link at November 25, 2005 09:22 PM

Best I could do, sorry about the gauche linking I must have forgotten how to do it manually. Hope it works
Posted by Link at November 26, 2005 09:25 AM

That is just beautiful!
Many thanks. Is it one of your pics?
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2005 10:32 AM

Yes, an old slide from many moons ago.
Posted by Link at November 26, 2005 06:45 PM

Ah- I've been AWOL and have only just caught up with the story ...
Posted by boynton at November 27, 2005 12:45 PM

Thursday, November 24, 2005

with the beatles

Funny - stupid bloody tuesday was one of those days accidentally bookended by the beatles. Woke up to a beatle quiz question on the radio: What was the 2nd album? and went to bed with the Beatles (on the telly)

I was watching Dylan with Donovan in Don't Look Back then casually turned over to Two just as Postively 4th Street came up on John Lennon's Jukebox.
Lennon on Dylan, then Donovan on Dylan and folk and Lennon and co.

Anyway next day found my way to the notorious limo scene transcript from Eat the Document...

Comments: with the beatles

You can see part of the limo scene here:
Posted by MG at November 26, 2005 06:40 AM

Excellent! Thanks, MG.

(Though I'll have to wait till I'm somewhere with broadband to view it)
Posted by boynton at November 26, 2005 10:36 AM

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

festive idea

Googlin' miniature typewriter led to this festive idea:
How to Decorate an Intellectual Christmas Tree

Steps: 1. Buy a tree and set it up.
2. Put lights on it. Small white lights are perfect for an intellectual tree

If this seems challenging, then How to Make an Intellectual Christmas Tree Skirt is a concept just.too.abstract to understand.

Comments: festive idea

Noice, noice. I like the suggestion to decorate with grandad's old pipe and similar intellectul accessories.

What they don't explain is where to get an intellectual christmas tree in the first place. I don't think the Scouts sell those. I think you have to sneak onto Melbourne Uni's campus at 2am and cut your own from the garden beds outside the Bailieu.
Posted by Laura at November 23, 2005 07:01 PM

Yes - or find a more densely stocked xmas-campus somewhere?
Ceci n'est pas un toy -- Grandad.

Think I'll stick with the thick-as tree, though I do like the thought of yarn ...
Posted by boynton at November 24, 2005 10:17 AM

thanks Boynton for directing me to 'eHow'!- amazing what one may find from entering 'black labrador' in a search; and that Bookish Tree of theirs needs to be hefty to hold the weight of their suggestions toward the end.
Posted by Brownie at December 1, 2005 11:57 AM

ehow! sounds like something you'd yell if the smartypants tree fell on you...
Sounds like a handy curse actually

When I looked up ehow 'black labrador' I found:
"How to Clean a Dog's Ears: Tips From eHow Users "

So I searched ehow for how to swear:
How to remove Skunk Odor from your dog...
How to Sell Yourself to your Boyfriend/Girlfriend's family...
How to testify in a custody case...
etc etc.
Posted by boynton at December 1, 2005 12:15 PM

pocket type

The typewriter fits into a case roughly 6in square by 2in deep and weighs only 2lb.

Another bad scan from People of a notebook c1960 that will fit into a man's pocket

I found a few miniatures from the early days of typewriter history and a Giant for those macropsia type days.

Comments: pocket type

What size paper does it take?
Posted by norabone at November 24, 2005 11:29 PM

I had one of these for a while in the now long ago:
It really was noiseless, many of the normally clickety and clackety parts being subdued by the substitution of softer components.
Posted by Juke Moran at November 25, 2005 12:22 AM

Nora: Post-it notes?
No - normal apparently. A telescopic carriage.
nb - But it's the word "roughly" that worries me...

Juke: Ah - I see:

But then - the clickety-clack is one of the things I miss about the old Olivetti etc.
Posted by boynton at November 25, 2005 09:24 AM

Monday, November 21, 2005

design quote

It is worth bearing in mind this life expectation of 70 years or so when buying cutlery... *

If television sets do move about two feet up in the air, however, the interiors of many British homes are going to look strangely different.

rather randomly selected from Design Online - an electronic library containing a digitised record of Design journal for the years 1965 to 1974

via the nonist

Comments: design quote

They're v cool - I was fiddling about in there on the w/end. 70 years? But I want to eat more life than that.
Posted by peacay at November 22, 2005 07:51 PM

Would need a w/end to digest all the fare on offer there.

Think they mean a good spoon should last 70 years or so?
Posted by boynton at November 22, 2005 08:11 PM

Praps we should be buried with our cutlery.
Posted by peacay at November 22, 2005 10:37 PM

epitaph: I had a pretty good knife.
Posted by boynton at November 23, 2005 10:21 AM
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Sunday, November 20, 2005



Image provided by FX.

That is - a whole swag of images was generously provided and delivered by FX yesterday in the form of a collection of old magazines which includes People circa late 1950's - mid 60's, and a 1961 Australian Women's Weekly .
I've only just begun to browse (with a cup of robur tea and a sense of manicure-manqué) but may share some impressions in due course.

(The image above was the first to leap out and is from an article discussing the way a man's mental outlook can affect his vision causing terrifying hallucinations . It is echoed by a man in a suit peering at a small VW Beetle about to run over his foot. A severe case of Micropsia apparently)

Comments: people

Look! Here's where FX has his barbys.
Posted by Tony.T at November 20, 2005 06:12 PM

Look and learn...

Maybe this how Barbie and co. drive to a rantwittering...
Posted by boynton at November 20, 2005 10:37 PM

Oh - I'm not sipping Robour tea at all, am I.

- thanks to Ramage,who has found a great sign of the tea in its pure o-lessness)
Posted by boynton at November 22, 2005 12:56 PM

Most men are little boys in big bodies they are pathetic!
Posted by at November 24, 2005 07:39 PM

A good hallucination is hard to find...
Posted by boynton at November 24, 2005 07:52 PM

Thursday, November 17, 2005

npr lars

After watching part 2 of No Direction Home I checked back into the NPR 100 to listen to Like A Rolling Stone*and Blowin In The Wind

Comments: npr lars

Dylan? He was the Uruguyan centre-half that didn't get a run was he? Poor bastado!
Posted by peacay at November 17, 2005 11:08 PM

'You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you...'

(and I couldn't tell you for sure. I missed the game.)
Posted by boynton at November 17, 2005 11:29 PM

caption close

The inaugural caption contest will close within 24 hours.


Just as it disappears off the scroll, entries are closed at comment 27. Thank you for your response.
In curly matters of judgement, I knew there would be some system available to determine the best entry, either in a hat or on the net and the latter has not let me down. You may see who the winner is here. (If you key in 1 and 27)

First prize is either a passionate kiss with your choice of partner in a public place or a bunch of daffodils.*

conditions apply

Comments: caption close

Just one last caption cook.
Posted by Tony.T at November 17, 2005 11:44 AM

I'll endeavour to cap the comments soon
Posted by boynton at November 17, 2005 11:48 AM

Well, according to my random number, (3), Boynton wins! Boo!!

Actually, that's okay. I didn't want 1st place anyhow. Don't like the prize. Would prefer the promised can o'worms. Is that 2nd, 3rd, or 4th?
Alternatively, could I have the key? (seeings Miss B has already run off with the rollerskates?)

Posted by wen at November 18, 2005 12:19 PM

Really? "I could use every item in any of those prize categories."

According to my latest figures, #16 wins. That's Helen. Congratulations.
Posted by boynton at November 18, 2005 12:33 PM

You'll never believe it - No.5. (Quite obviously the number generator has exquisite taste.)

I rock!
Posted by Tony.T at November 20, 2005 02:33 PM

well - err... that was the first result I got actually. I assumed it was some sort of malfuntion.

I just rechecked: #18...

No comment.

Have you rigged it, Tony?
Posted by boynton at November 20, 2005 02:48 PM

No need.
Posted by Tony.T at November 20, 2005 05:32 PM

After entering various combinations of numbers a dozen or so times, I can now confirm I won. In your face losers!
Posted by Nabakov at November 21, 2005 12:35 AM

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


Find your music in the computational universe

Wolfram Tones: generate a composition

via memepool

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Monday, November 14, 2005

jazz chef

seen over the weekend...

Green Eggs and Ham and Thelonious Monk (via grow a brain)

Comments: jazz chef

Fortunately the chef hasn't well-done his back.
Posted by Tony.T at November 14, 2005 06:10 PM

Is it so rare to improvise?

& how many discs has he put out?
Posted by boynton at November 14, 2005 06:29 PM

The Chef does jazz with his back?
Thats what I call avante garde. Sun Ra eat your heart out.

I guess the next sign will be "The Chef's Back"
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at November 14, 2005 07:45 PM

"The Chef's Back" sounds like a great band.

Have they ever played with the "Half-Waisted"?
Posted by boynton at November 14, 2005 11:45 PM

Saturday, November 12, 2005

magic drawings

And it's quite possible that I have blogged on this before too*, but this drawing from The Magic Pudding was a favourite and inspired a dream of treehouse living somewhere in the future... (or is that now the past.)

The Magic Pudding - Covers and Illustrations

From a great collection of Lindsay links at Bibliodyssey

Comments: magic drawings

It's one of my old favourites too, thanks for posting this
Posted by Helen at November 16, 2005 01:50 PM


Is being up in the "Dandenongs" like having an attack of the "vapors", or the "fantods"?
Posted by: Juke Moran at November 8, 2005 08:15 PM

Only if it involves Paddle Boats. Ye olde the better.

(I did visit beautiful Emerald Lake as a child, and this scene was still the closest approximation of the Anglo otherness as depicted on the covers of old Schoolgirl Annuals that I had seen. Who knows - if at some later date I had been paddling with a waving boyfriend, the planetary alignment of imagination may have caused the vapours...Too late now to fulfill that dream - the olde wooden boats have gone for plastic tractor-style, every one)

girl's crystal picturesque*

(I was all set to post this last night - but was advised by flatmate, the churlish norabone, that I've posted on this sort of thing before several times, it was recycled content and boring the first time... New readers may like it - unless of course they wandered in from google looking for champagne bottle pot sound wav. Cheers.)

Comments: vapours

Dandenongs- that would be up Upwey way?
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at November 13, 2005 01:10 PM

via upalong road somehwere?
(I grew up way down the other side)

(& I remember the song - but not well enough to sing it,alas)
Posted by boynton at November 13, 2005 01:24 P

Friday, November 11, 2005

draw with friends

Imagination Cubed - an interactive, collaborative drawing board. (via as above)

Draw with friends or withdrawn friends...

Thursday, November 10, 2005

bing ping

Needless double-take last week when I glimpsed the first plastic xmas tree of the season at Coles. What else would you expect in the first week of November?
Anyway - the excellent blog Music You (Possibly) Won't Hear Anyplace Else has posted a collection of unhip Christmas songs to go with this early sighting.

I'm listening to Bing's Christmas Dinner Country Style and dreaming of a square dancexmas. I was chasing the lyrics but think this site is confusing its sachets with the sashays, as the ?'s suggest.
Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham
And double-sachet (?) ham

Meanwhile, googling bing led me to the news at Bing Crosby's Internet museum, where the headlines feed makes good reading...

Only Bing was more popular in America in 1947.

Bing sired 3 children in his late 50s without Viagra.

What did Bing Crosby have 25 more of than the King of Pop?

Bing's advice to would-be hogs.

Sad memories of White Christmases past.

It's time to put away the Bing music for another year.

Artie Shaw knew hip.

Loose lips synch ships.

Rediscovering Going My Way

Bing's death was the final straw.

Was Bing bad for Christmas?

Glenn Miller is no longer in the mood.

Bing sings in new Dylan biography.

Bing Crosby, protest singer.

Bing took the hobo out of Hoboken.

Cameo by Bing does not materialize.

Bob and Bing team up to be among the 100 icons of the past century.

Bing Crosby, pot head?

High Hopes

Gordon Lightfoot followed in the steps of Bing Crosby.

The Bing Crosby of American technology.

Skitch reflects on Bing's advice.

Bing beat the bottle, but the bottle beat Bix.

Pat Boone was more influenced by Bing than by Elvis.

How about a Bing party in the Canadian Rockies?

Bing's phone call clinched the deal.

Do rappers have a secret yearning to be Bing?

Bing couldn't probe the depths of despair like Frank.

Why did the soldiers cheer when the Crosby movie abruptly stopped?

The evolution of golf

Comments: bing ping

In the 1940's my grandmother was the President of The St.Kilda Chapter of the Bing fanclub.
Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer was written by Gene Autry (cowboy war hero).
Somebody on my links list ( Susoz or Crazybrave?) has worn out their copy of Mitch Miller Sings Christmas, so I always keep an eye out for it in opshops.
Christian or not, one cannot fight Christmas. department stores make sure of that. This year, to show why I am not giving frankincense and myrrh, I will include with my Nativity cards, photocopy of my impressive mastercard balance which still comprises last year's frankincense and myrrh. My favourite christmas song is of course, Elvis: Blue Christmas.
Posted by Brownie at November 10, 2005 08:31 PM

Spied at Target Airport West.

One conifer: plastic.

Colour: purple!
Posted by Sedgwick at November 10, 2005 10:39 PM

My father's always bin a fan. And I like him.
But was not allowed to play that mp3 of Christmas Dinner Country Style in this house. Household objected violently.

We had a sing-a-long with Mitch record in my childhood household. Will look out for the Christmas one too. Saw *him* - "in new Dylan Biography" the other night too. Think I saw him dissed in Mommas and Poppas doco a few years back - or did I imagine that?

Not "spotted" at Airport West?
& maybe purple means perennial?
Posted by boynton at November 11, 2005 11:32 AM

'No Direction Home' Part I was great.

Down Under Xmas..
I used to get in trouble for playing Lennon's 'Happy Xmas War is Over' full-ball ... and hiding the Bling Crassby records.
Posted by peacay at November 11, 2005 05:08 PM

I LOVED NO Direction Home...

and that tree is the right direction for Oz...
(well if it's trimmed with snow-business, that is)

And I don't know if my levels of tolerance of Bing extend to Christmas muzak yet. Probably not.
Would still sing HCWisOver in preference, despite it being co-opted by Candlelight inc, with the sanitised chorus of "merry Christmas" and all...
Posted by boynton at November 11, 2005 05:18 PM

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

n caption

A caption contest chez boynton, suggested by Nabakov

Comments: n caption

"Name of a name! The swine promised me I'd only be posing for his private collection!"
Posted by Nabakov at November 9, 2005 12:49 AM

"Oh, the shame! Those knee-highs are so last year!"
Posted by wen at November 9, 2005 09:10 AM

Yes I know, dear, museum fatigue is a bummer.
Posted by boynton at November 9, 2005 12:36 PM

- museum fatigue, my arse
Posted by boynton at November 9, 2005 01:47 PM

"It's true! The eye DOES follow you around the room."
Posted by Tony.T at November 9, 2005 01:51 PM

Looking more closely at background, would like to modify slightly:

"Quelle Horreur! Those kneehighs are so NOT chic!"

& isn't there some rule about employees & proprietors & all their family members not entering competitions, B? Like, shouldn't you be disqualified?
Posted by wen at November 9, 2005 02:04 PM

whooaaa! I never expected to be goosed in this museum. When are we next here Ethel?
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at November 9, 2005 02:15 PM

"What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." "

Opps, wrong caption contest.
Posted by Nabakov at November 9, 2005 03:57 PM

It took Mr l'Autelier some months to discover why his wife had left him on that fateful day.
Posted by at November 9, 2005 04:21 PM

Ooooofh! Bitch has had lipo!
Posted by peacay at November 9, 2005 07:02 PM

Nabakov tranzilated:

"whizzat you lookin at? y-aw a bunch of fuckin assholes with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back. you need thugz like me so you can point yo fuckin finga n say, "thats tha bad guy." "

Always knew you wuz a thug.
Posted by wen at November 9, 2005 07:53 PM


"I wonder if that woman looking in that window, knows she has a hole in her stocking . I must remember to think about confronting my husband about the affair he's having with that wretched girl, Evelyn. Oh Lordy, I hate headspace today"

"Jesus Christ I need to fart. Why are men so obsessed with bottoms, this is terribly tedious and he's going to want me chase him around with that riding crop later."

"Oooh my goodness, I think I've just found a hole in my tooth" My my, look at the girl's arse and those boots! Saucy or what?"
Posted by Link at November 9, 2005 11:11 PM

Oh. It's a mirror!
Posted by norabone at November 9, 2005 11:30 PM

norabone, indeed a wise man once said, before he was taken round the back, blindfolded and taken aim at, "the arse is a mirror to the soul", and as that other wise dichter, Johann Gottfried Von Herder also said: "Touch not the flute when bums are sounding around."

[channels TT.] "Oh non! That's me in the frame again. The gilt! the gilt!"

"Is there a proctologist in da house?" (Sorry, tranzilated the wrong Nabakov caption fantasy.)
Posted by Sedgwick at November 10, 2005 06:49 AM

"& isn't there some rule about employees & proprietors & all their family members not entering competitions, B? Like, shouldn't you be disqualified?"

No correspondence will be entered into, nyah.

(glides off on brand new pair of roller skates mysteriously acquired in mail, with complimentary chocolates and a year's subscription to "Australian Proctologist")

Actually I should explain: as well as suggesting this contest, Nabakov chose and supplied pic, so he be tha Judge.

As for me - I think I will swipe that phrase of Link's from now on:
"Oh Lordy, I hate headspace today"...

Contest still going AFAIK.
Carry on.
Posted by boynton at November 10, 2005 11:25 AM

It was only then that Edwina realised she'd left the house with no underpants on.
Posted by Helen at November 10, 2005 01:34 PM

"Mon Dieu! Les Sans Culottes have struck again. First my Deux Cheveux and now l'Académie des Beaux-Arts. Marie, take me home, I feel in a condition of swoon."

"Oh really maman, the car was insured and we've all seen those fotos of your Moulin Rouge days on le web."
Posted by Nabakov at November 10, 2005 04:41 PM

That's quite a mouthful, Nabs. It looks more like she's sputtering "Gosh!" (en français, of course) round a beurre-less croy-zant. Or even a La Salada.
Posted by Tony.T at November 10, 2005 06:18 PM

Tony T's 'the eye does follow you' wins. Still, perhaps I'm being one-eyed, or even biassed.
Posted by Tim at November 10, 2005 06:23 PM

"Well hush ma bouche! Elle est maman!""
Posted by Brownie at November 10, 2005 08:38 PM

"I wonder if the Chloe in 24 looks like that?"
Posted by cs at November 10, 2005 11:46 PM

Woman: "Sacre bleu what are doing monsieur?"
Man: "I'm having a tug whilst watching a naked woman's arse"

I'd like to donate my winnings to charity.
Posted by flute at November 11, 2005 09:47 PM

Paris always looked better by moonlight.
Posted by Laura at November 17, 2005 04:23 PM

What's the prize?
Posted by Damien at November 17, 2005 07:43 PM

Uh oh...

The prize is thinking up a prize? (the exclusive rights thereof)

Or will that comment win the prize, Damien?
Posted by boynton at November 17, 2005 09:10 PM

Preliminary research on this would seem to indicate that Prizes can be a can o worms...
Posted by boynton at November 17, 2005 09:25 PM

Putain de merde!! Cela cochon!
It was for this reason
that he had me wear those long blue stockings!
Posted by Juke Moran at November 17, 2005 10:59 PM

Anyone'd swear she could see.
Posted by Jim at November 19, 2005 06:40 PM


Follow the road running north, jumping from cloud to cloud to stay high.

FLIGHT CLUB: A Java interactive glider simulation

via apothecary's drawer

You have landed. You flew 5km. Press to fly again.

Friday, November 04, 2005

street sign

Up in the Dandenongs, I noticed the Parks Victoria goldensummery interpretive sign was inevitably defaced, but suprised to see Streeton after Zorro...

Comments: street sign

You're just looking for disfigured signage now.
Posted by norabone at November 4, 2005 05:03 PM

Paint that a shame.
Posted by Tony.T at November 4, 2005 07:19 PM

"The Phan-tom of the Op-e-ra is here...inside your mind."
Posted by norabone at November 5, 2005 10:56 AM

No Coinicidental...don't think I'm haunted by disfigurement or urban scrawl yet...

I paint sayin nothing

The Phantom ... is perfect, Nora.
couldn't think beyond the zorro
Posted by boynton at November 6, 2005 02:28 PM

So where's the caption contest?

I'm just brimming over with spontaneous one-liners I prepared earlier.
Posted by Nabakov at November 7, 2005 09:42 PM

Well-rehearsed spontaneity works best.
Posted by Tony.T at November 8, 2005 10:00 AM

Is being up in the "Dandenongs" like having an attack of the "vapors", or the "fantods"?
Posted by Juke Moran at November 8, 2005 08:15 PM

It's all in the timing, boys.

Yes, Juke...

Posted by boynton at November 8, 2005 09:06 PM

It's like "being up in the Catskills". Same effect.
Posted by Tony.T at November 9, 2005 04:35 PM

Thursday, November 03, 2005

mice singing

Wavs of singing mice at dirty beloved.

(who is on song with wonderful things to browse in recent posts)

Comments: mice singing

Not quite the same as the stridulation of the fireant or termite headbanging though..
Posted by peacay at November 4, 2005 05:35 PM

A mouse and fruit fly duet would be something...

Great link, thanks
Posted by boynton at November 6, 2005 02:15 PM

Bizarre but delightful. Another Boynton coup...
Posted by Dick at November 8, 2005 10:32 AM

It is delightful...
'Dirty Beloved' has his ears to the ground...
Posted by boynton at November 8, 2005 09:01 PM

what a life

via I like from the National Archive Public Information Films...

What A Life Richard Massingham
A tongue in cheek look at postwar austerity

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

cup day diva

Melbourne Cup Day 1965 David Moore

They're expecting a crowd of 140,000 at Flemington...I beat the local TAB rush and placed a bet on Cup Eve. Champagne (French) (cleanskin) (soft and citrusy) on ice...
Hope the Diva wins. This year I abandoned the complex number 17 system and bet on a horse that sounds vaguely like my surname.
(Every horse in the field is a chance...)

Cup Day Edith Wall

Comments: cup day diva

The David Moore photo is a cracker.
Posted by laura at November 1, 2005 11:57 AM

65: The year of the Shrimp

can't find that classic photo which merges the two: Shrimp offending the stockingned, gloved and behatted
Posted by boynton at November 1, 2005 12:13 PM

Shrimp? Don't give me the raw prawn.
Posted by Tony.T at November 1, 2005 05:50 PM

The Gup, as viewed on the Lebanon St Seriously Hi-Tech Big Screen. (Another blanket finish was portented as order of the day, but not to be by dint of the time honoured racing cliche, "class will prevail".)

... as it was with the Vice-Regal g'daughter taking out the Shrimp (and shame on you T.T. for the above) Revisited division of Fashions on the Field ... well, back lawn to be humbly accurate.
Posted by Sedgwick at November 1, 2005 08:22 PM

Throw i ton the Barbie?
Today's models would be plank-ton, Tony.

Very Impressive, Sedge.
Sur l'herbe sure beats couch spud and closing the northerly curtains on such a beautiful day.

However - depsite my vague-surname-sound horse not placing, I did win money on "On a Jeune".
(That was my very old system of backing the Geelong Cup Winner for a place.)
A great Cup Day all round...

Posted by boynton at November 2, 2005 09:33 AM

btw did find one pict of Shrimp and crowd
Posted by boynton at November 2, 2005 10:11 AM

Little Miss Sedge wins best frock; the crocheted aqua number (in the David Moore)is definitely worst (though her dreadful white bonnet would probably do well in an Easter hat parade). Woman in pink (clutching ciggie)looks most dangerous. Shrimp has best knees.
Posted by wen at November 5, 2005 05:04 PM

great retro fashions of the field notes, wen.
(maybe there's a regular feature in that)

Lady in Pink maybe dangerous, but at least she's not knitting her brows into a frown as are most of the other ladies. I like the red peaked hat myself.
Posted by boynton at November 6, 2005 02:35 PM

the red peak jobbie is the hippest look of the time.
the crochet suit and bonnet, sorry wen, is actually the most representative of the era dress up look.
I am, without doubt, the absolute font of Sixties and Shrimpton knowledge. I still have, in Vogue binders, every issue of British Vogue of 1970, 71, 72, 73, and subsequent years not bound, or not complete, but certainly have every glossy mag I have ever bought since the Sixties.
Jean's 1965 hatlessness sent The Melbourne Establishment into a horror groove they have never really climbed out of.
Posted by Brownie at November 10, 2005 08:52 PM

I think the crocheted number brings back scary memories of being dressed up for special occasions (always a horrible pinching & twisting & pulling & tweaking experience as I recall) in clothes granny had made specially (in pastel pink & with bonnet to match). Ugh. And my Mum's wedding (dec 1965) outfit was actually a white crocheted top (just like that) with a just-above-the-knee skirt (they were poor & it could all be reworn) which I always thought was terribly terribly boring & unromantic. To make matters worse, my mother had very short hair. Not a bride to inspire yr average 10 year old -- though quite smart when you look at the photos now.

Would like to get my hands on that magazine collection, Brownie!
Posted by wen at November 11, 2005 11:07 AM

Yes - one of my sisters used to exhibit crochet-refusal for the scratchiness of which you speak,wen.

And I am xtremely impressed with that Collection, Brownie.
A scanner, and there's a dedicated blog (or two) in that...?
Posted by boynton at November 11, 2005 11:21 AM

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