Weekend Worstoff 181

Posted on December 10, 2011 by

Mark R has a lovely addition to the Pizza Showtime thread. Noone has found a Firm keyring yet have they?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bento saw that Jesus jockeys want their hearts spring cleaned. Margaret Court might bring round the Brasso.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bento also raises an Arrondissement eyebrow at Esprit’s “Wish” display, and questions whether the booy has written an n or a cursive k.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Senectus sees this timely warning to those contemplating cricket in Maylands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Golden Boy asks what Sushi with Coons, or even Goons means in this context.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Worst well.

 

 

 

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Dumping Dichotomy

Posted on December 9, 2011 by

Vegan’s refined Nedlands dumping ie a flowered heart or flowered heart hat, compared with…

…Budda lala land’s Bassendean dumping. Whoa Basso! Sanitary pad bins, massage cushions, and masses of footwear and deflated balls. Basso wins. That’s why Rolf didn’t come from Nedlands.

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Let’s get Risible

Posted on December 8, 2011 by

I have lost my faith in Busselton graphic design.Totally. Opportunity for a good “foot man” or woman to move into town. By me for a change.

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Decoupaged Rock

Posted on December 7, 2011 by

By Jaidyn Jaxxon via Tonia Todman.The projects that weren’t requested would be an interesting volume.

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Lethal Vibrancy 2

Posted on December 6, 2011 by

You know, I have slagged off the city a lot, kicking against the pricks (Derridarians) of flavourless development till my feet have bled, but every so often there’s a sign that saving the traditional can go along with new development. A mint VHS copy of Lethal Weapon 2 on a pole next to an emerging carpark on the Swan. It hits every spot. And with Mel Gibson’s car seen around town lately, then maybe it can turn out OK after all. Thanks to Hendo. The VHS kinda looks like it’s crucified on that pole.

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The metacars that ate Cannington

Posted on December 5, 2011 by

Decorating you car with a picture of itself is a bit like getting a tattoo of yourself on your backside. Not cool.I tried to find out what Derrida and Lacan had to say on meta texts, but although extensively commenting, they were both a little opaque. Rather less obtuse, Matt says, “Use, don’t use, I don’t give a shit.” Good. A great example to others. Nice to see a long ago worst still existing to the right.

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Outrage Sunday 31 bedlam

Posted on December 4, 2011 by

Ferrall pere et fils must laugh like drains when they get the TWOPment. “Yack it up, you balcony-dwelling, quince paste sniffing, neo-Kantian corksoakers ‘cos we are about to crush our toes by dropping our wallets on our feet.” Krazy Kym and I walked the dogs this week and we were knee-deep in urine-stained mattresses (none, alas, endorsed by famous Beaufort Street Teh Arrondisement residents). What goes out must come in. I bet BSwaM doesn’t see this in his part of the US of A. An explanation of these pics for aliens like BSwaM: if you lie on a mattress and sing the WA state song, you get 5 per cent off your next power bill. Of course this was put on hold during CHOGM. We were thrilled to see a Dunlopillo: could it have been the very mattress Robert Drewe’s father presented to him at the end of the uproar and confusion in The Shark Net?* Our literary and heritage overlords should’ve taken it away for preservation. I ordered the dogs to pull the King Koil queen from under the sensational pile so I could better photograph it, but they cocked their legs. More urine.

*The greatest WA book ever, despite being written by a Victorian.

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Weekend Worstoff 180

Posted on December 3, 2011 by

Some bad news first, an insider says that Alannah MacTiernan’s new small bar Swallow, (AKA Madcuntz) is nowhere near finished and is unlikely to be ready for the festive season. Tapas plates and muddlers haven’t even been ordered yet! Shame.

Tullio as a non native speaker Sandgroper claims that this is the quintessential Perth scene, the smashed Adshel bus shelter. He ‘s probably right. At least half of these are smashed at any one time. Nice brick and cocos work too. They don’t have these over East Tullio? I don’t think bus shelters have ever been better than this.
Some original, (legacy?) Arrondissement vibrancy from Bento. These flies have been in this shop window for possibly years. This is the sort of oldey timey vibrancy that will be swept away as more poodle dragging Derridarians and Lipstick Lacanians take over the place…
…to be replaced by this, the tunnel of love.
And, I thought I’d throw this in from Rob C in Subiaco.

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Zombie Cock Parmenter

Posted on December 2, 2011 by

Thee Happy Slayer (was that extra ‘e’ a typo Hapz?) Sent a rather unnervingly high quality C&B from the amphitheatre at Harvey Dam. I hadn’t heard of the place. It looks a little sophisticated for rurotards, and charging $128.80 for a family runion there is totes city prices. Good Day Harvey dam. I SAID GOOD DAY!!!!!. Zombie Cock immediately reminded me of another pic from borderline rurotardia (Kalamunda) by Jaidyn Jaxxon, of a teatowel of someone who also has always struck me as a bit of a dick too, Ian Parmenter. Uncanny resemblance to Zombie Cock no? Zombie Cock’s crown seems to have been modelled on Parmenter’s beret as seen in the link! Both pieces have the quintessential bad WA brick too. Is Ian Parmenter an irrational hatred? He still annoys me. All that nauseating banter about the wine while cooking. He was the Eoin Cameron of TV chefs. I think he inhabits Margaret River these days (natch) which is as good a reason as any for a bypass road. 

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Bulgin’

Posted on December 1, 2011 by

Bento notes that Wesley Church, home of the Emo is hosting some more public art. Nothing as outlandish as past pieces, just the simple message that the church supports blacks, whites( and possibly homosexuals), no matter how bad their head decoration. I’m kind of comforted by that.You know, I hate it, but I’m sort of glad that it’s there. I do like that bad art is always on show here. Bento suggests giving the Wesley scene a kind of not worst immunity. Why not.  Hard to tell from the photo, but if that’s the bulge on the white guy… Ah, my jokes would be so much better if Perth wasn’t plagued with such bad audiences.
 

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