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Bad feminists, no biscuit for you
Stephen Mayne seems to be busy thrashing some strawfeminists lately – because “they” are not speaking out about the things he thinks they ought to. Unfortunately this does not appear on the Crikey! website, just in the daily newsletter. Sexist… Read More ›
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Not happy, John
The only thing I’ve found remotely amusing about this past week’s hagiography of the Spinrat’s 10 years as PM is that the union demonstrators in Sydney last night were able to make enough noise that he had to use the… Read More ›
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Cate does a Hedda in Brooklyn
I know I have a few folks in NYC and environs who drop by, so here’s an entertainment plug: go and see Cate Blanchett in the Sydney Theatre Company’s production of Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s… Read More ›
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Breaking rules since 1963
Apparently, even before his birth, my nickname not only broke all the rules of tig but my very existence as a tigtog supports the exploitation of Elijah Wood’s trusting nature. Who knew? “No, Elijah, you can’t tig on a tog,… Read More ›
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I gots me some theme music!
Well, Joanne in Bolton who wrote it thinks she named it for her cat, who is obviously the most superior of felines, but here is ambient electronica “Tigtog”. I’m not the biggest electronica fan in the world, but I quite… Read More ›
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Atticus, Scout , mad dogs and morphine addicts
A few weeks ago this post by zuzu made me bump To Kill A Mockingbird up to the top of my “classics I gotta read one day” list. I started reading it a few hours ago and have now finished… Read More ›
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New cartoon concept
I have been laid semi-low by the dreaded lurgy this week, making me more churlish than my usual charming self, resulting in dialogue such as the following: tigtog: “I’m still feeling icky and woozy, so I’m going to have a… Read More ›
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Get a bloody move on
Listening to Richard Glover on ABC702 this afternoon, I heard a poem I hadn’t heard for years, “The Australaise”. My dad read it to me long ago. By CJ Dennis, it was entered, tongue I imagine firmly in cheek, for… Read More ›