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Stonehenge, the pyramids, the thought processes of men, the ritual bonding of women . . . all mysteries to many - hence the fairly open ended question most of us either hear or mouth to ourselves daily - "I Don't Understand Why . . . . ?
Personally I don't understand why wearing your jeans down around your knees these days is cool.
I don't understand why people feel the necessity to print 12 noon on invitations - afterall what other time of the day is noon?
I don't understand why young girls wear makeup to look older, old women wear it to look younger. Is there a perfect age?
I don't understand why women's gossip magazines are always are covered with "SCANDAL", "SEXY", "HOT" or "RAUNCHY" and "DIET" - yet we continue to buy them - then complain about the media.
I don't understand why leaving the toilet seat up is such a crime.
So what is it that you don't understand?
Knew a bloke once - who was so seriously relaxed and enjoying the distractions of his less than reliable mates - that he actually arrived to the church on his wedding day just minutes before the bride - much to the angst of not only the minister but the entire congregation.
Now - I don't think I can be accused of even coming close to missing my own wedding - and alls well that ended well with my 'cruisey' acquaintance - but what have you (or anyone you know) missed by either design or misadventure?
Perhaps it was that lucrative job interview? Or maybe a hallowed family event? Did you inadvertantly let down a lunch/dinner date?
Whatever it was - why not share - what hopefully is now an anacdote worth gaffawing over.
I've made some mistakes in my life!
We all have. That's (as they say) how we learn.
Some mistakes have been honest - and some well - yet all of them (no matter how big or small) take us to where we are in the here and now.
Life really is a series of victories and defeats. Sometimes we win - sometimes we lose - and sometimes it's hard just staying in the game.
A couple of weeks ago - I lost a mate to suicide.
Surreal and empty the hollow heart and headspace that ensues cannot adequately be described yet in my minds eye a vision of Hiroshima followed figurately by the personal aftershocks is the closest I can come to explaining the enormity of the news.
His wider circle of friends (be they sporting, social, school or business) didnt of course perceive the dark consequences let alone have an inkling of the demons which mustve been unsettling and ultimately ruling his destiny.
Nothing I, nor any of us say or do will bring him back but of course we choose to remember our mate with a fondness the mischievous nature of his early years, his cheeky larconic smile and butter would never melt in his mouth attitude, his sense of the here and now - will live on.
That to our knowledge - it is either sad or with a false sense of gallantry that he couldnt (or chose not to) confide in anyone and talk through his circumstances that start to reflect just how important it is to have close relationships open and never damning relationships people with whom you have no façade and who are not simply a veneer in the good times and invisible in the bad.
I realize the topic is not pleasant nor my usual tome but it is important and is part of not only a healing process for me personally but also a reminder to those of you reading right now that life is fragile, life is more than deadlines and business meetings, more than that new plasma screen - its about family, friends and the people that go to make up who you are.
. . . and give yourself every chance to finish lifes self-portrait.
Well miss you mate.
A mate said to me just the other day that his kids told him he was making the 'old man sound'.
"The old man sound?" I retorted
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Which rock have I been hiding under?
It appears the entire world is familiar with Dita Von Teese - a Playboy legend, with dozens of appearances in Hugh Hefner's magazine
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Mark my words - it will happen.
Broadway will suddenly realise that there is a virtual bucketload of money (and material) in bringing TV Shows to life on stage
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High School - love it or loathe it?
Most people tend to fall into one of two categories.
They either loved high school, the pranks, the shinanigans, the friendships (oh and of course the education) OR they loathed each and every day they had to traipse through the gates of these halls of learning
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Dog of a Day - Laughter is the Best Medicine
What Makes You Laugh?
Neurotic as I tend to be sometimes - I would like to know (because I'm a little worried people have been laughing at how I dress
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Four weeks of US television (and my own 15 year old) have for some god-forsaken reason opened my eyes to the fact that 'apparently' there are a cavalcade of good looking men frequenting our plasma's, LCD's and widescreens these days - that until now I've been blind to.
Sure - I'd heard of Patrick Dempsey (but by reputation only) but other than Tom Selleck and 'The Hoff' - my education in respect to sexed-up television demi-gods extended to probably Kevin Sorbo or the smooth guy from The Love Boat
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Having just returned from almost 4 weeks in the US - the nice guy singers were smitten by a catchy (some might cruelly suggest annoying) jingle for of all things - flea control (see below).
It's cutesy, gets its message across and captures the imagination (or ire) of all who view it
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Comment by Mr Nice Guy
on REVIEW: Death At A Funeral
Pop Culturist
You've managed to wet my appitite.
It's on the list!
Cheers
MNG