I like Rescue Me, alot. I used to like it more before a friend of mine ragged on it a little. I did see his points that everyone in the whole show is fucked up and is not that realistic. Anyway the season finale was on Tuesday, alas my Tivo that I love so dearly, decided not to record it. ARGHHHHHHHH So I'm praying that some angel comes in and saves my life and hands me a copy of the show. So anyone, Bueller, any angels out there. Lets just give a shout out to the opening credits song. C'mon C'mon. Can you tell I had a boring day. Last night was awesome, magical even. I shot the lights out as always. OK... running out of things... What do you the reader want to hear?
Well well well, after all these years I finally get the skinny on how my mum and dad met and unlitmately created moi. I know I know they did a great job cause damn I'm cool!
So here it is, drumroll.... direct from Mary Rivett
It was late December 1967. I was invited as a member of the Williamstown Sea Ranger Group to wait tables at the Williamstown Mayoral Staff Christmas Ball with a number of other girls. Seated at our table was Kathy Rivett whose father worked as a carpenter for the Williamstown City Council. To make up numbers at the table was her brother and sister and a couple of her friends. Shy me, as I was in those days, in between meals I was seated next to Kevin, Kathy's brother. Throughout the night Kevin was pestering Kathy's friend Dianne, who became very rude towards him and did not appreciate his advances. I jokingly said I think you are wasting your time, I think I was embarrassed for him. As the night progressed he asked me to dance and chat, not that I remeber all the details. At the end of the night he asked me how I was getting home and I said I was walking home but I had an inkling that Dad may come out to get me. Kevin told his parents he was walking me home, but we didn't get far because my mother & father arrived to drive me home (cause it was pased the time when I was supposed to be home). Mum was shocked to see her shy daughter walking hand in hand with a boy! During the evening conversations I must have said where I worked and with his sisters help located my work phone number, on arrival at 8:15am the following Monday Morning I was greeted by the resident cleaner that a boy had rung asking for me at 7.30 am!!!! He rang again later that day and asked me out for the following Friday night, I think it may have been THE SOUND OF MUSIC. We travelled by train and walked in those days but with Kevin being 11 months and three weeks younger he couldn't have driven any way but in the following year he proceded to be the proud owner of an old Morris Minor. Many stories and a lot of drama later we eventually married on September 19, 1970 at the Williamstown Anglican Church.
Well there you have it! Do you all need a tissue after reading that? Damn my damn was a panther!!
This is a photo of my mum in her guides outfit and one of my dead also from around the same time. Funnily both were taken in the parents backyards.
So I've been developing a short film for a few months called Cristal (pronounced like the champagne). It's going to be hard work getting it made, cause of the $$, but it's going to happen. It's based on the true story of a Filicide incident in Apple Valley, CA in Jan 2006. Here is a link to an article on it: http://www.sbsun.com/troubledtown/ci_3375696 No doubt my mum will not enjoy the film but it will be very gripping and not exploitative. It's in the vain of Munich, Capote, Straw Dogs etc. If you want to read the script, let me know... Two of the daughters still have their myspace pages up which is a little eery... We're shooting 16mm and it's going to look amazing, no more video for this little black duck.
Here we are at the end of summer and it takes me 3 months to swim in the ocean. Damn it was good!! Oh the salty sea. You have such lovely waves, especially when they break really close to the shore, then when you're walking back in, over the very rocky shore, a TSUNAMI appears and slams you into the rocks. To cut a long story short, I cut my leg, it hurts, but I will leave.
Had an amazing amazing dinner and Harrison's on Saturday, damn that girl can cook! Very magical night. I like me some vouvray. This is not one of the bottles I drank on Saturday but I had some recently and damn it was GOOD! Who would have thought 2 years ago I didn't drink and now I'm recommeding obscure wines - CLASSIC! Also to add to my list of things I hate from my Jul 2005 post.
I hate car Brakes. The should have a sign under Brake Masters that says LICENCE TO STEAL. I mean who knows what they are saying is true. Need new rotor's, $400, no worries go right ahead, I'm sure it's the same with any car repairs but tires you can see.. the motor, well if it stops running you fix it... but brakes, who knows!!! Anyway I got raped on Saturday at Brake Masters...
He's my Dad. I think he was born in 1950. He has been a fisherman for a mucho long time. One day I'm going to make a documentary about his Angling club in Williamstown. I'm not quite sure why it's called the Williamstown and Newport Angling Club. That could be the topic of my doc. No doubt the guy who started it was from Newport and wanted to 'REPRESENT' his home town. On any given Saturday you can find my Dad here at The Rifle Club pokies:
He will be with my Grandma.
I don't know my Grandma very well. You see, as most families do, we had a falling out when I was younger so there is a gap of years. I have some pretty funny video of my dad telling stories when I visited my grandma in May 2006. She's so wittle that gal.
My dad likes licorice and brains and some sausage made of blood. Sometimes I wonder if I was adpoted cause I dislike all of those things that he likes to eat. He is quite the handyman. It's funny how often these days I learn things and remember that he'd told me long ago how to do or not do something. I'm currently driving a '96 Mustang Convertible. He was very against me buying one in Australia when I was 18. At the time I was disappointed, but now I think it was a very smart decision. Then again, I wouldn't have got to drive the Commodore - bless that old V6 engie BROOOOOM
I've enjoyed writing about my family, I think I'll do mum (mom) next. Remind me to write about how my mum an dad met. People ask me from time to time and I don't remember. Maybe mum can write that part for me.
Is it me or is V for Vendetta lame? Granted I did fall asleep at 8pm. Then woke up at 3am and watched the film. I really cant' get into these films that look so CLEAN. The sets are super brand new, there is no dust anywhere no grime. The film is set in the future, but it's still London. There is still dirt! Anyway regardless the film is not cool, it should be cool, it's not. Wow, I think I'm like a year late hahaha.
That said THE WAR ZONE is awesome, tough viewing, but jesus so amazing. Rent it, experience a good film.
I just ate 3 packets of Ritz Bits with, wait for it, Real Cheese.... How is that possible? Anyway, go buy some Ritz Bits and eat them while watching The War Zone for a great date night!
While reading my blog you have to listen to this: http://www.inthemix.com.au/broadband/fm/27890/DJ_Luna_European_Fling_Promo
Why do I have to have the desk with the direct sunlight right in my face, sheesh!
So I'm trying to write everday on this thing.
Each weekday I... Eat a blueberry muffin at 9:40am Have a can of Diet Coke by 11:30am Eat lunch at 1pm Have a can of Diet Coke by 4pm Eat a packet of snackwells cookies if I can hunt them down by 6pm
Are you enthrawled yet.
I recommend www.doubleviking.com for mindless internet surfing when you discover my blog is boring.
Here is a fun pic of me rocking some LA VIDA LOCA:
Why is it that all week I DREAM about the weekend, can't wait for it to get here, can't wait to watch lots of movies and do nothing... then. The weekend comes, I do exactly that and somehow it's boring. I'm going to spend the whole weekend writing. Oh look it's already Sunday afternoon and haven't lifted a finger... argh the frustration. I wonder if I think about it enough it'll just write itself?
Well we're in the middle of August now and I have not swum (is that a word?) in the ocean and I live in fucking California. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf in the blog world and be more open with my thoughts and writings, not hiding from other who don't play nicely. This all came about because I would like to cast Kat Dennings in my next short film. In stalking her I came across her damn kick ass blog and I felt instantly not cool! When does one stop being cool? A. Never! I am fucking cool, I have toys and I love me some dirty tech house electro.
On another note I'm BEING MIKE CALLANDER. My best mate downunder, back home etc has for the past 7 years been secretly in charge of my music tastes. Although it take me 3-4 months to appreciate his suggestions, I eventually get there.
So go buy Kompakt Total 6.
And.....fuck you goes out to the trash cans on Crescent Heights Blvd and your addiction with my side mirror.
