~~~The Realm of the Palace Princess~~~

About Me

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The Bladder
Dark Horizons
Oz Pagan
Clitical
So Shoot Me!

Blogs I Read

War Info Links
The PM's Blog
Iron Monkey
AFL Blog
*B.Weaver
Cry Like A Girl
Gawker
Home Blown
Cynical Optimist

What I'm Reading

Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

What I'm Listening To

John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Monday, February 24, 2003
(DIAL-A-RODENT)*
-First up .... the man who could make me orgasm with his voice alone has won a Grammy award. John Mayer won the male pop vocal performance grammy for the fab song "Your Body Is a Wonderland"... woo hoo!-
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I'm constantly amazed at the pure genius of the guys at The Chaser. In a front-page article they made mention of a phone number .... no big deal right, unless said phone number listed happens to be the Prime Minister’s actual silent home landline number.
What a sterling coup! The Chaser guys were soon on the receiving end of a visit by the fascist kill-joys from the Australian Federal Police after John Howard’s residence (somewhere in the leafy suburbs of parasitical Sydney) began receiving a barrage of phone calls from angry Aussies looking to have a word with our illustrious PM.

A “legal loophole” supposedly paved the way for the satirical paper to publish The Rodent’s home number. I can only guess that the “legal loophole” was something to do with freedom of speech. But damn it, if there’s a loophole to be had, you’d better explain to us how it works in full.

Alas by 4pm on Friday, the day The Chaser hit the news stands, The Rodent's front page advertised phone number became disconnected having been permanently jammed all day. I’m sure the only people who called were those wishing him luck in our “not set in concrete” upcoming incursion into Iraq. Or perhaps, to discuss reasonably how they hate war as much as he claims to. Surely there wouldn’t be millions of Australians out there who disagree with our Prime Minister?? Heaven forbid!

I am saddened by the disconnection of the Prime Minister’s phone line, as my favourite pensioner ... "Bruce from Boganville" ... never got the chance to call The Rodent and tell him he’s a “bloody idiot cactus head” in person. Bruce will have to stick to dishing out his insults via syndicated national talkback programs that haven’t permanently banned him from calling.

But I digress. As for the issue of invading the Prime Minister’s privacy ... I have no pity for him. It’s a nice heaping’ of karmic retribution for you John baby. I distinctly recall an incident around 3 years ago where my privacy was invaded as my personal information from the electoral roll was used to write a customized letter to me explaining how wonderful the New Tax System was going to be.

Who signed that letter? Or, at least, whose scanned-in image of a signature appeared on that letter? You got it ... the one and only John Winston Howard PM.

Oh, and the number to call was ... (02) 9922 6189

Back in Tassie now ... here until Wednesday, then I head to Sydney for the day - oh joy! Simone and I will be doing lunch tomorrow, at the usual spot around 1pm if anyone cares to join us.

BTW - My intention to move to Melbourne late in the year is still the same, but as I don't fancy trying to get rid of my stuff all at once I'm doing a bit of forward planning. I have some excess furniture to off-load if anyone is interested. Just the usual household stuff. Email or call me if you want more details.
xxx

posted by The Princess 6:54 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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