Death to all butt metal? (or some music that I heard over the weekend)

Gem is killing it tonight - back to back episodes of 'As Time Goes By' followed by 'Gran Torino'!

Anyway, I heard this track on the radio yesterday and was very amused by it. It's pretty much the lyric 'I'm like Tom Cruise off of Top Gun' over and over again. Surprisingly it doesn't get old as quickly as you might think. 

The video clip made it even better.

Next track I heard in the small hours of the morning on Rage. Art vs Science was guest programming, and I pretty much dug every track they played (playlist here). Anyway, one clip made me laugh my arse off - 'Death to all but metal' by Steel Panther.

The Bomfunk MCs also made an appearance, with a track that was superfly when it came out, but now looks pretty dated. I still dig it.

I took a strategic nap at one point and then woke up to Pink Floyd - Echoes Part 1 (Live at Pompeii). It was an amazing way to wake up, and the perfect track for both the time of the morning. An excellent way to end the night.

Epic.

Now I'm going to finish watching Gran Torino and iron some shirts. Hardcore!

Cooking with Christopher Walken

Christopher Walken prepares Chicken on a Throne.

via Lifehacker.com.au

Morning music

A tune to listen to (and an awesome video clip to watch) before you've had your morning coffee.

This is Rippled by All India Radio, video clip by Oh Yeah Wow.

Mousey casualty

Awoke this morning to another sprung trap. Have left it in the trap while I'm at work as a warning to all his little mousey mates.

This brings the death toll to 11. If I ever get a cat, I'm not going to need to feed it.

War on mice

I’ve been at war with the mice now for around two months. They caught me unawares with an early Autumn offensive and gained a foothold in the house before I knew they were there. However, a swift and coordinated counter-offensive soon decimated mouse numbers in the house, and moved the front line to the garage. Much like the Gaza strip and the ruggedly beautiful region of Kashmir, the garage remains disputed territory.

The mice’s point of entry into the house is the internal door to the garage, which has a gap underneath it. I’ve since blocked this off with a makeshift doorsnake (aka a towel). This has stopped incursions into the body of the house, but needs to be replaced properly each time the internal garage door is opened to be effective.

Last Friday, I returned home after having a few drinks at the pub after work, and saw that the ‘doorsnake’ had not been replaced properly. I thought nothing of it at the time as I had far more pressing concerns – namely a full bladder. In the contemplative moments that followed while I addressed this concern, I realised that I was not alone in the WC.

A pair of beady eyes watched me from behind the toilet brush holder.

The eyes met mine and for a second we contemplated each other – me in a slight alcoholic haze and he with a look of pure mousey malice.  The situation gradually dawned on me and I let forth a manly bellow (which may also have been a girly scream, depending on your social construction of reality), at which point the little furry bugger made his move.

And it was a tricky move. He wasn’t keen on a dash for freedom. Instead he circled around behind me, making the safe assumption that for the time being, I would be immobilised in front of the lavatory. Unfortunately for the mouse, a lack of higher cognitive skills meant that he had not planned his next move. He ended up circling around behind the cistern, ending up in the same position behind the toilet brush holder.  

We were at an impasse.

I slowly backed out of the WC and quickly set about positioning traps around the toilet door. I retired smug in the knowledge that the mouse’s days were numbered.

Source: juliasegal.tumblr.com

Little did I know that I was facing my most devious mousey foe yet. The cold light of morning revealed that the bait was gone from the traps, but they had not been sprung. In horror, I checked all the traps in the house and found that the furry mastermind had managed to same trick on all of them. And he was still in the house.

The mouse triumphed that day. The war continues.

Things begin anew

I’ve started a new blog, because the old one had lost its purpose – its underlying purpose was always to vent about, inform friends about and celebrate the purchase and construction of my first home. Since settlement, that purpose is gone.

However, the blog was about 50 per cent house related and 50 per cent other things that I felt like sharing with the world. This last 50 per cent has been swirling around my head since we settled on the townhouse and this is my place to channel it into a new outlet.

Why the name? Well it was originally going to be ‘bleep bleep’, after listening to the Ratatat track ‘Mirando’ on the bus one morning (which, incidentally, has a sweet video clip which I’ve embedded below), but it turns out that name was taken.

So after some further thought and discussion with workmates (who seemed rather keen on an amalgamation of public service canon and my current war on mice - ‘frank and fearless admice’), I lifted this name from one of my favourite scenes in Spaceballs. Michael Winslow is a genius.

Thank you to Clare and Kat for your artistic guidance. I’m sorry my final option had nothing to do with anything either of you suggested.

The URL is, of course, a reference to a Monty Python sketch from the Meaning of Life, which always makes me think of my Uncle (who was a hospital administrator).

I look forward to sharing all the things that I like to share with the internet. Expect posts on:

• Music that I’m currently listening to;
• The war on mice;
• Gardening;
• Netball; and
• Random stuff from the internet.

I’m looking forward to it already.