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Friday, 30 December 2011

Ron Paul - Dr StrangeLib.

In the first Bigmouthery post covering the 2012 election, I described Ron Paul as a "pretty nice fella" and stated that the main reason he won't end up as President is the fact that, at 76, he's too old. He's also a minarchist libertarian in a political party still ruled by big government neo-conservatives. I avoided defining libertarianism, Paul's chosen ideology, except to say that "some bits are okay, some bits are dubious and some are downright kooky".  The post was a synopsis of candidates, and libertarianism, like every other political stance, is wide open to equivocation, fracturing and historical shapeshifting, so I left it there.  


It's easy to see how people on both sides of the political fence may be attracted to facets of libertarianism. Conservatives like the idea of fewer taxes and liberals like the idea of more weed, that's the stereotype, right? And after 10 years of blowing shit up at a loss, everyone can get behind a non-interventionist foreign policy. 


But Ron Paul is starting to gain a level of superficial credibility he doesn't deserve, so it's time to take a look at the kooky. 

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

How Red is Iowa?

Real Clear Politics


The Iowa caucus is less than a week away.  In the 2008 Presidential race, Obama took Iowa comfortably, not too much of a surprise given he took the Dem caucus in a walk and his opposite number John McCain's was walloped by Mike Huckabee (among others) in the GOP battle. History shows that conservative Iowans like their conservatives a deep shade of red. 


Nationally, Newt Gingrich is still up a couple of points on Mitt Romney, with Ron Paul a distant third. But in Iowa, Paul is now the front runner, albeit by the tiniest of margins. 

Monday, 26 December 2011

Google Maps - LA to Dallas


My girlfriend and I are going to America next year. Part of the trip, we hope, will include a drive from Los Angeles to Texas. There are two main routes, the I-40 and the I-10, so I jumped on Google Maps to check out which way it might take us. I typed in "Los Angeles to Dallas"...here's what Maps advised:

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Tommy and Norway's Butter Crisis

Continuing the theme of 'demotivational posters', here's Tommy, the Norwegian 'gentleman' who is most annoyed that people are making fun of Norway's current butter shortage.


 

Monday, 19 December 2011

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Christopher Hitchens (1949 - 2011)

Christopher Hitchens (1949 - 2011)
It is the custom of journalists to, where practical, prepare obituaries in advance. It's a sensible thing to do in terms of workload. Someone old or infirm passes, and all you have to do is pull the file and tack on the end. Still, I've always found the idea a bit soulless. Indeed, on first learning about the practice from a journalist friend many years ago, I thought it ghoulish. So perhaps foolishly, I did not prepare anything for Christopher Hitchens, even though it was quite clear that his chances of surviving oesophegeal cancer were extremely slim.

Friday, 16 December 2011

Happy 50th Birthday, Bill Hicks.

Bill Hicks.
Had he lived, Bill Hicks would have turned 50 today. Happy Birthday, Bill.

A few years ago I wrote a tribute to Bill, which you can read here.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Hermione/Bella/Leia...?



Jumped on the FB this morning and saw the above pic. Felt the need to adapt it, just a little:


That's better.

How The Gingrich Stole Christmas.

Moments after Mitt Romney's '$10000 bet' gaffe, Newt Gingrich steals Romney's wallet.
Mitt Romney has lots of money. He also has the team in place to take him past the New Hampshire primary. He's been hovering at the top end of the polls for months and until his '$10000 bet' goof at the last debate, had kept his foot well clear of his foodhole. So yeah, let's say he's been the front runner. Admittedly, that status has been easy to claim given the opposition. Rick Perry, Herman Cain and even Michele Bachmann have taken a few nips at Romney, but they've been far outweighed by gaffes and scandals. Bachmann, who has claimed "gaffe-proof" status, has dropped to the back of the pack. She has made numerous gaffes,  the biggest probably that she said she's gaffe-proof. Rick Perry comes across like a drunk gatecrasher and Herman Cain dropped out. The defining characteristic of the last few months of polls and hourly debates is that no-one seems to want any of these guys as their president. Until now.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

The 10 Best Election Campaign Websites.

Bigmouthery's Election Headquarters


So, you fancy yourself as an armchair political pundit for next year's big election dealie? Or you don't...but want to? Need instant access to news that a presidential candidate is: wiping their butt hundreds/shagging interns/the Antichrist? Look no further (actually, look further) than Bigmouthery's list of the ten best 2012 campaign websites. Read these and you'll soon have the confidence to pretend you know what you're on about.

Before we start, it's helpful to be aware of the following: some of the websites listed below identify as non-partisan, some don't. It doesn't matter what they claim, accusations of bias will always be thrown up. It's the internet, after all, a huge projectile hangover-y vomit flecked with dots of gold. It's your job to pan the shiny stuff out of the puke. So, put a peg on your nose and let's get siftin'!

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Bigmouthery's Guide to the 2012 Presidential Election - Part 1 - Challengers.


Missing from photo - some other guy.

Ah, the US presidential election. It's a time when ordinary Americans, Americans who believe in the precepts of the Constitution, come together, with sobriety of mind and hope in heart, and vote for their head of state, government and commander-in-chief. Or...it's a three year, multi-billion dollar dickfight waged by already very rich people funded by major corporations to choose the least insane of the bunch and give them a standing brief to maintain the status quo for at least four years. Tch, cynical. But if you place cynicism on a sliding scale, there are those who believe that all or most of the people involved at the sharp end of presidential elections are shape-shifting reptilians. So, y'know...shut up.

The next election is just under a year away & next month the Republican contenders in the battle to face-off against incumbent Barack Obama will enter the 'primary season', from which one will rise and the rest will be summarily executed, or go back to making loads of money for doing very little, or something, I'm not sure what happens.

Future entries will cover some of the machinations of campaigns, which will hopefully provide some context for the apparently harsh 'style-over-substance' nature of what is to follow. But for now, here's Bigmouthery's look at the main contenders.

Friday, 2 December 2011

The Gay People in Love Thing - Addendum


Most Bigmouthery readers will by now know that the Civil Partnerships Bill in Queensland passed earlier this week, 47-40, opening the door for same-sex couples to have their unions recognised under the law. Good news, indeed. A big step.

As I write, the Australian Labor Party national conference is taking place in Sydney. For Bigmouthers outside Australia who don't know, the ALP is the party in power at federal level, albeit ruling as a minority government. For those who don't know what Sydney is, shut up and never speak again.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Private Members Bill - Civil Unions.


Politics makes strange bedfellows, goes the saying bastardised from The Tempest. In Australia in recent years, it's also made for quite boring bedfellows. Unless the subject is bedfellows.

The Civil Partnerships Bill, introduced into Queensland Parliament by Labor MP and Deputy Premier Andrew Fraser will be debated on as early as Wednesday evening. If the bill passes, civil partnerships will be recognised under the law, regardless of sex.

Today I received an email from friend and colleague Chris Vernon urging support in favour of the legislation, as well as lobbying at a federal level. The Queensland vote will be a close-run thing. The LNP opposition is voting against the legislation, but Labor MPs are allowed a conscience vote (an abhorrently rare occurrence). If seven vote against the bill, it's a goner.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Calling Kyle Sandilands Names.


A picture of a lobby obscured by an effluvial blob of shit. 
 After this morning's little jab at Kyle Sandilands, someone chided me for calling him names at the same time as admitting I had no idea he was in the news for once again being the wetslapped bucket of diarrhoea he is.

Obviously they missed the subtle gag. But then I thought, 'you know...I shouldn't be calling Kyle Sandilands names...that's wrong. I should invite other people to call him names too.'

So, Bigmouthers, here's your chance to exercise REAL freedom of speech (not the ignorant version espoused by that beefbone-brain mong).

Leave your best descriptions of Sandilands in the comments section for your chance to win the very first Bigmouthery custom t-shirt!

Get fucking going! 

Kyle Sandilands is a Bloated, Fatuous Bucket of Arse Milk.

Porcine cunt.

Bigmouthery's views on Kyle Sandilands, that clarified skidmark of a human, have been on record since August 2009 after he continued to pry into the sex life of a teenager after she'd admitted being raped. We even went so far as to post an online petition calling for his removal from the airwaves.

I'm going out of town this weekend, so there's no time to set up and monitor a new "Let's Skin Sandilands, Set Him Alight and Dance Around His Slow-Burning Lardball of a Corpse" petition.

All Bigmouthery is seeking to do is re-affirm the view that Kyle Sandilands is one of this country's great arse lozenges.

Oh, someone's just told me he's in the news again for being a cunt. What a happy coincidence. 

Monday, 21 November 2011

Meh.

The problem is, I don't really care enough to say anything at this point. I'm going back to a drug-induced sleep.

Saturday, 19 November 2011

The Bigmouth is Back.


It's a big world. You wouldn't wanna eat it. My world is pretty small, yet I have had plenty within it to keep me from you. Although, truth be known, I have had a few moments spare to talk about the Occupy movement, the coverage of Peter Roebuck's death, the decline and fall of television, the GOP race towards the primaries, as well as some reader-suggested topics around music, the draining of the local dam and psychic chicanery. I just used those moments to do other things of a non-Bigmouthery nature. Like spend time with my girl. And learn the ukulele.

There are things to rant about tho', so I'm back. Gonna crank out a bunch of stuff, possibly related to all of the above. And, because things have been quiet here, no quarter will be given. So...hey there.

Oh...I also don't like this new design, so I'm going to change it.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

All...Half New Bigmouthery.

So here it is. The new Bigmouthery design. It is not as outlandish or radically different as I'd hoped, but time was dragging and my schedule didn't allow any more time on it. And I'm not very good at this kinda stuff. So...to paraphrase Hyman Roth, I want all to enjoy your blog...so...enjoy!

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Spring Awakening.


Hallo again, daaaaahlings. Oscar Theatre Company's production of Spring Awakening is the show that's kept me from you in recent weeks. It opens next week at the Cremorne at QPAC. Book here and book fast. The word is that tickets are flying. For more info on Oscar, go here.

This show is sure to make musical theatre lovers all dizzy in the bits. And who doesn't want their bits dizzied?

Monday, 3 October 2011

Gimme a Sec.

Hallo. Please forgive the lack of mouth action lately. I'm currently getting to the pointy end of another show. The new design is close to completion and normal service will resume shortly.


Sunday, 25 September 2011

Don't Wait for October 3 - Get Facebook Timeline NOW!


Last night I was loitering around Facebook while fretting over problems with Bigmouthery's new layout (which I haven't decided on yet). I'd spent no time there since their big timeline rollout a few days ago so wanted to see the changes. Didn't notice many changes, couldn't find a timeline, was informed by a little note that the changes are coming in early October. Then I read a post by friend, Facebook friend and all-round social networkista Kate Foy mentioning a 'back door'. Then I found, via this story at TechCrunch, that back door is 'developer status'.

In short, if you get developer status, you can get Timeline. And once you have timeline, you are ready to start sucking down the fizzy, scrapbook-style goodness of your entire Facebook existence RIGHT NOW! Wanna do it? Course you do!


Saturday, 24 September 2011

If Facebook Can Do It...

..then so can I. That's the new rule. In the next bit Bigmouthery's look and feel will change. Gone the days of a guy standing atop Mt Wellington, gone the grey background. Instead, we're bringing you a whole new experience. But what will it be? New features? Enhanced browsing? Fewer swears? No, no and fuck no. I'm just gonna change the picture and bg colour.

Just one of the ways Bigmouthery is working to improve your already privileged life.


Friday, 16 September 2011

You Suck Again.


I'm happy to report that You Suck Day has not resulted (as yet) in too much negative reaction, which is good. If you have come here thinking that I detest you, read the original post. Fuckhead.

Thursday, 15 September 2011

You Suck!!! Day, 2011.

You suck.
If you're visiting this page for the first time, you suck. If you've come here after finding a 'you suck message', you suck. If you want to write a vitriolic comment....you suck. If you wanna write a supportive comment, you suck. There's no limit to the end of your suckery. You suck more than a dime-alley-skank with an industrial vacuum cleaner for a grubhole. If you chose to ignore the whole thing, you won't even see this, but, my friend...you suck worst of all.  

Sunday, 11 September 2011

9/11 - 2011.

September 11, 2001 is a moon landing or JFK assassination moment. 'Do you remember where you were when...?' I suppose earlier generations had them too and have often wondered what they may have been. Probably where you were when you heard that Chamberlain had declared war or, earlier still, when you got your first buboe. My 9/11 memory is not that exciting but still very clear.

I was living in Toowong, across from the old ABC studios. My father had been in the ground a week, I was off sick with a cold and had gone to bed at 10.30pm. As was common back then, I was drifting off to the ambient noise of the BBC World Service when an announcer broke into the scheduled program to say that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. My first thought was an aircraft along the lines of a Cessna or Piper Cherokee, and while I imagined such a collision to be pretty bad, in my drowsy, feverish and medicated state gave it scant attention. Then the phone rang. It was my friend Chris, who told me to turn on Channel 10. Immediately it became apparent that this was a hell of a lot more serious than I'd first imagined. Chris and I chatted for a few minutes, then the second plane struck. The anchor didn't notice it at first but we did and after a moment of paralysing shock it became apparent that this was deliberate. Once we'd both absorbed what was happening, my first comment was, 'How many more are there?' Once the culprits and motives were established, my fear was that rabid anger and bloodlust would replace the wholly understandable grief and introspection.

It's ten years on. The fear that America's reaction would be one of revenge rather than collective soul-searching came to pass. One semi-literate president, a man who made incredibly large errors, was wrongly branded evil. Another president, regarded by some as a new hope and by others as a radical Muslim socialist, is neither. In 2011, America's economy is in a parlous state and both Republicans and Democrats are to blame, the nation is still mired in the conflicts that arose from the events of September 11 and a pall hangs over a truly great country.

The whole world will remember 9/11/2001 today, as it has every year since it happened, yet the remembrance is not without controversy. New York's official service has gone ahead with no official religious representation and this has caused ire among the religious, despite the fact that the ceremony will be similar to those on every anniversary. Under the circumstances, it's probably best that pastors and priests and rabbis stay away from the lectern. If it weren't for certain people's misguided belief in a god, those four planes that took off from America's eastern seaboard would have reached their scheduled destinations and none of this would have happened. Nearly 3000 people died on 9/11 and countless more have died as a result. Millions of lives have been negatively affected all because a few glazed, brainwashed retards fell for some extremist bullshit and murdered in the name of their god. It's time to reintroduce the notion that, in order to avoid calamities of this nature, bronze-aged mythology must be eschewed in favour of reason, compassion and love.   

Saturday, 10 September 2011

Goodbye Vodafone.



After sorting a new provider and running down my remaining credit, yesterday we finally said goodbye to Vodafone. If you're thinking of going with Vodafone as your mobile carrier, consider two things very carefully:

Sunday, 28 August 2011

mX - Tomorrow's Fish & Chip Wrapper Today!

Image not doctored.
Do you pick up a copy of mX on the way home? I do, if I can't get my phone to work...or I don't have a book...or I'm not spending time with another human being...or I'm in a mood to hang on to the last functioning vestiges of brain I have left. In other words, not much. A recent study carried out by a major research organisation found that if all mX newspapers were placed in a big pile, they'd make the awesomest bonfire ever in the world.
But when I do pick up a copy, oh how I love it! I love it so much i have to share. Here are a few things I've noticed about the eastern seaboard's favourite daily rag:

Friday, 26 August 2011

Strange Justice - The West Memphis Three.

L-R: Jason Baldwin, Damien Echols, Jessie Misskelley Jr. - Top, just after their arrests. Bottom, Aug 19, 2011.


Last week, three young men who have come to be known as the West Memphis Three were set free after 18 years behind bars for the murder of three children. In 1993, they maintained their innocence. The courts found them guilty, sentencing two to life and one to death. On 19 August, after changing their pleas to guilty, they were conditionally released, time served. Sound odd? Read on.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Birthdays, Deathdays and the Beauty In Between.


Huh?


Birthdays often call to mind one's mortality. Certainly the last few years have been that way for me ("Oh it's all 'me me me' with you isn't it Nx?!" Yes my treacle-covered readers, yes it is.)

This year's no different except...it's different.

Monday, 15 August 2011

A Note on Daniel Morcombe (with update)

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The arrest and charging of a suspect in relation to the death of Daniel Morcombe has led to a wholly expected froth of media interest in the case. Concomitantly and perhaps more importantly, renewed public interest has thrust a crucial issue into the spotlight: how our use of social media may affect the outcome.

Friday, 12 August 2011

Shut Your Bigmouthery.

Source
Bigmouthery was close to breathing its last this week. Even as I make tiny changes to design and create new Facebook pages in an effort to revivify my (and hopefully others') interest, as I write a faint death rattle still sounds.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

The Census Religion Thing...Again.


Source



Yesterday's entry on the census religion question came with an update. A reader commented: 'You can write down "Atheist", "Agnostic", "Humanist" or "Rationalist" in the box and you will be counted in one of these categories, which fall within the broader group "No Religion"'.

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Census 2011 - Tips for the Non-Believer.


Update: According to a commenter below, and my partner Rhonda, who is currently working for the census helpline, there is provision for a little elaboration around the 'no religion' category. My thanks to both Glenn and my darling Rh for this info. I haven't had a look at the census form yet and don't plan on doing it tonight because a Wild Turkey is calling me, but if there's anything to report, you'll read first, or possibly third, at Bigmouthery.
 

(Full update HERE.)

The Australian Census is next Tuesday, August 9. While there are a few people who consider such headcounts as the Big Brotherish machinations of evil, most of us have hemispheres of brain not stuck together with Clag, so we get it. (More...)

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Slodafone.


Everyone hates phone companies. And banks. And insurance companies. And internet providers, if they're not already part of phone companies. And any other organisation that knows we've come to rely on them so heavily, they seem to delight in getting away with pretty much anything. And despite their protestations to the contrary, they do. (More...)

Friday, 29 July 2011

Rabbit - Farewell.


Every now and then a show comes along in which all the elements blend together to make a wonderful little organism. It lives a beautiful life then breaks up into its constituent parts and goes off to do other things. It lives on only in the minds of the people who made it...and hopefully the people who came to watch it breathe. Rabbit was one of those shows. (More...)

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Go to the Theatre Tonight!




According to a recent study by am omniscient research organisation I am not at liberty to name, theatre attendance has fallen five billion percent since the days of the Ancient Greeks. While it's true that, for some unknown reason, no Ancient Greek respondents took part in this far-reaching and in-depth study into society's theatre-going habits, it's still obvious that that is quite a severe drop. There are several factors that have contributed to the decline in theatre's popularity. (More...)

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Rabbit.

Amy Ingram (photo by Sean Young)

Hello, back again. In the three weeks since my last entry, I've had my world and my bedroom upended, slept in and slept out, gone away for a seaside holiday and returned from holiday to a wonderful head and chest cold. The only other things I have to report are: my love is here and more wondrous than I could have imagined (and I have a pretty good imagination) and my next theatrical project starts next week. (More...)

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

After This Break...

Hello. You'll have noticed a pause in transmission. This is likely to continue for a couple of weeks. if you look to the right, you'll see a countdown timer. It's counting down the hours till my girl comes. I have been frantically preparing for her arrival by falling asleep while I'm supposed to be cleaning my room etc.

I'm taking a break from...well, everything really...to be with her. The Month of  Joy continues, albeit at a crawl. Traffic at Bigmouthery has not been since picking itself up off the floor in early 2010. So the interim report? 'We don't like joy'. Scientific huh?

Anyway, I'm off for a bit...maybe you can stay tuned for the Month of You Suck, which should build traffic back up.

 

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Joy - Walking the Talk.



Sometimes it's difficult to feel joy, even when you try. This whole thing was never about feeling joy all the time. Confusion, sadness, anger...they all have their place in the messy salad that makes us human. It's impossible to be happy all the time and we view with a certain eyebrow those who claim to be. Well, I do. It just doesn't ring true. I've had a few days this week where joy was not downstage centre, warm in the spotlight. The Month of Joy was never meant to promote the notion that we should be cranked up to 11 every moment. It was never meant to promote anything other than the idea that we may be able to feel more joy if we consciously remind ourselves it exists. And it does. 

Friday, 10 June 2011

Happy 50th, Kim & Kelley Deal.




Some people know her, most people don't. She is, in my opinion, the Crown Princess of Rock. If Black Francis is The Scream, Kim is The Smile. She radiates something very special on stage. See that pic up there from the second Pixies show in Brisbane last year? That ain't no light, it's coming outta Kim. Honest.

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She turns 50 today. Happy Birthday, Kim. And of course, I have to acknowledge that Kim has a twin sister Kelley, who, surprise surprise, is also 50. So the musical tribute below is not just for Kim because of her Pixies connection, it's from The Breeders, of which Kelley is an integral part. 





Monday, 6 June 2011

Why JOY, Why YOU, Why NOW?

She.



Among the tiny number of people who know of this blog's existence, the overwhelming majority have been here once, for one second, before leaving, never to return. There is only a wee smattering of people who have been here more than once, and of those an even smaller number who return repeatedly. Within that group there are the ones who are aware that this month the blog is themed The Month of Joy. As the number dwindles we find a barely perceptible speckling of people who even care about that theme. And you, barely perceptible speckling, care, most likely, because you care about me. This blog entry is for you.

Not so long back I had two separate discussions with people in the space of a few days. One person I know reasonably well, the other, not so well at all. They both made the same comment: you don't come across in person the way you do on your blog.

I wasn't all that puzzled by the comment, save for the fact that no-one had ever said anything about it before and here were two people saying it, apropos of nothing, at quite a meagrely-spaced interval. "You're so much lovelier in person," opined one quite passionately. While I thought it was a very sweet thing to say, said person was also well on the road to being sideways drunk.

The 'people who care' already know I'm not really an ogre, they know that some of the colourful language and candid opinion contained herein is born mostly out of occasional frustration with...stuff. Most personal bloggers, as with the diarists of days gone by, write as a purgative. Emotional ipecac. My own motivation for starting a blog was similarly inspired: 'People must hear what I have to say because I'm chock-full of fucking great opinions and it would be a crime not to share them with an eager and suffering world.' And all that bollocks.

So why JOY? Well, that was kinda covered in the first joy post. We seem, as a collective, to default to being bored and grumpy and jaded and complain-y and unsatisfied and unfulfilled and morose and negative and pissy and just plain fucking boring. It's boring to be on the receiving end of it and it's boring to BE it. And it doesn't really matter whether you believe we only get one life or you are one of the many who think there's something to come after we're gone, to be all those things can hardly be good for you. Or anyone else for that matter. So that's why 'joy'. I'm just trying to remind people that, if you are not eating rotten scraps from rubbish bins, walking 15 miles a day for a bucket of cholera-free-water or living in quite rational fear of death or destruction on a daily basis, you have good reason to be joyful. Getting the iPhone 4 the day before the 5 comes out is no justification for thinking that your life sucks.

Why ME? I suppose the simplest answer is, 'why not?' I've had no revelation or (cringes) epiphany. I'd previously written about not taking the simple joys for granted. Plus, it didn't hurt that some people told me my writing was not reflective of my personality, which made me think that I too often taken joy for granted. Most importantly, one particular person who often makes me rethink the way I think...made me rethink the way I think. Which very neatly brings me to:

Why NOW? There could be many reasons really, but there's only one worth mentioning. She. See that little bit of peerlessly beautiful face up there? She is not only my love, it is through knowing her that I learned what it is to love without condition and by very short extension, the meaning of joy. Her name, for those of you who don't know, is Rhonda. I have known her for 11 years, most of which has been spent physically separated by the biggest body of water this little planet has to offer. In ten days (actually 9 days and 21 hours at the time this post is published) she will be much closer. She is the reason I feel joy, not just because of her impending arrival, but because she is the one person on this planet who makes me feel as if we may be more than the sum of our parts. While I could intellectualise it down to a stub, she taught me to feel that one must look within oneself to find joy. She inflames me and she cools me and she has helped to build me into a man (I hasten to add that, through no fault of her own, that job is not yet complete). And yes, SHE is the cat's mother.

If you were after one reason why I'd love for you to spend a little time contemplating the idea of simple joy, it's only fair I share something from the deepest part of myself. My joy is she and she is my joy.   

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Not-So-Simple Monday Joy

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The weekend is over and if you're one of the few people reading this you're most likely not enjoying the fact that your two days' respite is over and you're back into the grind. The well-worn path of the working week is once again being trudged. This is the time that tiny spark is needed. I'm not suggesting that seeing a note telling you that life can be a joyous thing will change the whole damn world. I'm not even saying it'll change your day. What I am saying, or at the very least hoping, is that seeing such a message amid the glum faces, advertising and general malaise may cause you to see things a little differently for a little while.

Yes, the world can suck ass, your job can slice you off at the knees and people's behaviour can sometimes make you feel as if a massacre is a good idea. But to see a random scribble suggesting that you, yes YOU, are deeper, wiser, more wonderful, more capable of joy than you have allowed yourself to realise? Surely that's worth something. Surely it's an idea worth getting behind. I refuse to believe that we are suffering from 'joy fatigue', that we are so locked into the patterns of tiresome mediocrity and banality in our days that we cant afford a few seconds to look inside ourselves and see some goodness. I also refuse to believe that, with all the shallowness and vapidity that exists that this little idea is justifiably ignored.  

This whole thing is not about the furtherance of self-absorption. It's about looking at the real good inside you and living that feeling. Trusting the truth of it. Feeling the joy of it. So that it may then flow outwards.

To those who are so jaded that they already feel bombarded by this after six days, I have only one message: I ain't stopping till June is done. It may be fruitless and misguided, but I'm going to follow through with it.

And if any of this resonates in any way with any of you, get behind it. Get behind it vocally, forcefully, actively. Let's share it with as many people as we can.

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Simple Sunday Joy.

The Month of Joy continues apace. There are now 12 people, 11 in Brisbane and one in Melbourne, taking part in what I can only call an 'experiment' because I haven't come up with another word to describe it. My thanks and gratitude for those people is bigger'n a breadbox. (More...)

Friday, 3 June 2011

Joyne the June Joymakers


Hallo again. Yes, it's three days in and I haven't quit. In fact, the whole thing seems, very slowly, to be gathering a little momentum. I've had a number of people email me at bigmouthery@gmail.com and ask if they can be involved in the Month of Joy 'experiment', which is great. I also had one random person email to ask why I'd stopped swearing so much on the blog. I can only really answer that by saying it doesn't really fit the fucking tone.

I've been taking a few pics of some of the notes I've left around town, so tonight when I got home I made a little video for you all, with some hastily recorded guitar (please forgive the quality, I did it all in a couple of takes on my phone camera - yes, the audio from my N95 video camera). Here it is: 

 

Once again, I ask...if you find any of this resonates with you, please spread the word. It'd be great to see if any little dot-sized impacts could be made on people who chance upon a message telling them they are special, or great, or deeper than they may think they are. And if you are one of those people who find a note, please let me know.

Thursday, 2 June 2011

The Month of Joy - Update


The Month of Joy is underway. Some people have shared their simple joys on Twitter & Facebook which is really heartening. I've been scribbling away in every spare moment, leaving messages where I can. However, my path through the day is pretty well-worn and routine, so there are many parts of Brisbane I can't get to. But some of you can. If you like the Month of Joy idea, it doesn't take much to join me helping to reach more people. Y'wanna? Yeah, course you do. So...email me: bigmouthery@gmail.com and I'll send you instructions on how to join in. It costs nothing in terms of money and won't eat into your schedule.

Together we can make a difference. Actually we might not make any bloody difference at all, but it'll be fun trying.

Please, share the links and share the joy.

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

June - The Month of Joy.

Joyful. Compassionate. Caring. Thoughtful. Loving. Selfless. Just some of the wonderful things I'm not, most of the time. But like so many other people, I want to be those things...and more than that, I want to share joy and the idea of joy with other people.

Last year I wrote a post called, appropriately enough,  'Joy'. It highlighted the importance of consciously stopping every once in a while to take in the simple joys that can be found in just about anything: sunlight bouncing golden off a cloud, an embrace, a friendship re-kindled, even eating a tomato that actually tastes like a tomato. See, sometimes joy washes over us unbidden, as when we fall in love or we're presented with great news, or new life. And when it happens, it's fantastic. (More...)

Friday, 27 May 2011

Coming Soon - The Month of Joy.

Starting today, I began a little experiment...a few of you may already know what's going on. On June 1st, I'll tell you more.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

A Small Exposition.

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A few of my friends are currently involved in what is going to be a very cool and exciting film project. Not only are they friends, they also happen to be a bunch of really talented little bastids. That's how I know it'll be cool and exciting. See how it works?

But being creatively gifted does not always ensure success. Was it not Aristotle who said, 'Talent and three bucks will buy you a cup of coffee'? Yes, it was. I looked it up.

Pete Foley and Chris Perren are the nucleus of the extremely hip and rather moist-making Black brow and their latest project, A Small Exposition or The Non·sense of the First Tree is currently in development. To develop it further, they need your help. Do you want to help them? Of course you bloody well do, you're a deliciously enlightened human who delights in all forms of artistic expression (even mime) and would do anything to see a group of incredibly clever people achieve their goals.

Here's a teaser trailer:


A Small Exposition - trailer 1 from Black brow. on Vimeo.

'But I want to see more of this, Nx!' Yes yes, I know, hush up...jeezaloo! To help make A Small Exposition a reality, check out the Black brow page at Pozible. They're just over halfway to their goal of $2500 and with your help they'll make it.

Don't let the obelisk stand in your way.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

"He's Making it Up as He Goes Along!"

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No sooner am I thanking Harold Camping for inadvertently injecting the silliness of religion into the news cycle than he comes out, says he's blown away by the fact we weren't all blown away and then makes another prediction based on...a wiggle of his ears? Yeah, now I'm getting narky, mainly at myself for devoting so much blog space to this goof. Now the Crapture will happen on October 21, says Harold, because he forgot to...I dunno...carry the y? One thing's certain. He completely ignores the how. (More...)

Monday, 23 May 2011

Thank you, Harold Camping.






By now we all know that the rapture prophecy of Harold Camping was wrong. Harold himself claims to be 'flabbergasted' that his prophecy didn't pan out, which is not surprising given that he'd said prior to May 21 that "there's no possibility it will not happen"

Harold is obviously the subject of scorn and ridicule right now. Fair enough too, it was a stupid prediction. But I'd like to thank him for throwing the issue of religious faith into the news cycle, if only for as long as it took for his prediction to be proved wrong.

If we spent a little more time casting a more critical eye over religious faith, whatever the brand, we'd be in a better place as a species. And while Harold's silliness will not prompt too many of the faithful to consider the many fallacies and flaws in their chosen religion, there may be a few who decide to investigate the whole mess in a more reasoned and reasonable way. And that can only be a good thing.

So thanks, Harold. 

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Phone Enema.



Sometimes my poor ol' ghetto phone tells me that it's not going to play with me until I give it a good internal washout. An electronic enema. An electrolonic, if you like. The difference between the two is that people don't share the 'results' of the procedure with their friends. Most people, anyway. Ew.

Today I gave my phone an electrolonic and found a few pictures snapped out of annoyance and/or bafflement. So please, take a few minutes to enjoy what I found after messing around in my phone's sigmoid. (More...)