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LapTopping – 57 – “Things O’clock”

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LapTopping – The Bit Long, Official E-zine of The Bedroom Philosopher
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ISSUE 57
Tuesday 20 February
Estimated Reading Time: 11:49
www.myspace.com/thebedroomphilosopher
This episode of LapTopping is rated ‘W.R.’ for Worth Reading.
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LT BIRTHDAYS!

Happy Birthday Kurt Cobain 39 today!
Happy Birthday Phil Buckle (Southern Sons) 47 today!
Happy Birthday Drew Barrymore 31on Wednesday!
Happy Birthday Anna Knight 24 on Sunday! xxx

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PHILOSOPHER SEEKS BAND

In a bid to do justice to the musical diversity of the forthcoming album, I am currently trying to gather a consortium of like-minded mis-fits to form The Bedroom Philosopher and the Pooglet Three. The main position vacant is drummer. Must be able to handle all forms of somewhat out of time art-folk and occasional bit of rocky stuff. Brushes, sticks and mallets. One or two armed females preferred. If you could look as much like the drummer out of Lenny Kravitz’s ‘Are You Gonna Go My Way’ clip as possible that would be great. But seriously folks, I am also on the look out for a piano/synths practitioner, trumpeter, flautist, violinist, (if you could play all these instruments one man band style, that would save on travel) as well as a wide range of assorted talents, ranging from playing the bagpipes underwater, to mastering the harp in a spider costume. We also need ‘dancers’ ‘raffle monitors’ and someone who can rewire the game Operation so that they can play popcorn on it. Send brief, informal applications to me personally through the contact section of this site. Serious offers only.

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FOLKSTAR THANKS

Massive props to all my peeps (by props I mean a blue squeaky shark and an orange flame wig) who voted for Folkstar in the Hottest 100. Despite your impassioned efforts and web-form smarts, Folkstar actually came 53, but was disqualified due to a drunken mishap in the Triple J foyer. All I can say is don’t break dance in elevators and can’t Kingsill take a joke? But seriously folks, after having the track evaluated by an online industry professional known affectionately as ‘Business Gus,’ I was informed that the song suffered from an acute case of ‘aheadofitstimeness’ and should be re-released in the summer of 2023, as the loss of the polar ice-caps will send the disaffected youth into a lo-fi dub-hop comedic spoken word single buying frenzy.

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LAPTOPPING’S “SONG TO GET STUCK IN YOUR HEAD” OF THE DAY

Spin Doctors – Two Princes

“And If you wanna buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now.”

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TOP FIVE NOT SO COOL ALTERNATIVES TO “You’re a sight for sore eyes” (best enjoyed when said in an old person’s voice)

5 – You’re a thought for a sore brain.

4 – You’re a smell for a sore nose.

3 – You’re a sound for sore ears.

2 – You’re a touch for sore fingers.

1 – You’re a taste for a sore mouth.

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PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, BUT YOU ARE STRANGER!

From Emilie Zoey Baker

Overheard by a cafe owner in Clifton Hill:

'There seems to be a shortage of red current jelly in the world at the moment'

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From Maria, Perth.

Emo girl with extremely long fringe walks past me and a group of pop girls eating lunch.

Pop Girl 1: Did you see the fringe?

Pop Girl 2: Nah.

Pop Girl 3: Yeah! (putting on a 'beatnik' accent) She hides from the world, she is her fringe…her and her fringe have become one. If she can't see people, people can't see her.

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From Mileta Rien, Melbourne.
Overheard at Better Read Than Dead bookshop in Newtown:

Shop assistant: Do they like science fiction?
Xmas shopper: Yeah, I think so; they're Christians.

Have you overheard some memorable conversation of late? Perhaps witnessed a member of the ‘peeps’ doing something comical or weird? Let Bev know at [email protected]. Include your home city or town.

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LAPTOPPING INANIMATE OBJECT BEREAVEMENTS NOTICES
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SICK
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From Miles Alterator, of Newcastle.

Serious injury report.
Our healthy 4-slot toaster sparked itself to death last week leaving only 1.5 slots operational – the remaining slots are in a critical condition. Let this be a harsh reminder to all the other appliances in the house that electrical safety is paramount in the smooth and safe operation of our house. Any disregard of the policy will not be tolerated.

Disciplinary Notice.
In the same week the microwave started randomly turning itself on and off regardless of any food being inside it. All the residents of the house have concluded that the microwave should be disciplined accordingly:
1) The microwave must cease the random operations immediately,
2) The microwave must attend educational seminars on operational discretion and the responsibilities associated with,
3) The microwave must attend and actively participate in role playing exercises designed around the experiences of the operators (let the microwave take a walk in our shoes),
4) The microwave must attend a peer-support program with other past-offending microwaves in hope of being influenced to avoid going down the 'wrong path'

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WE PRAY FOR THEIR RECALIBRATION
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Do you have an inanimate object that is ailing or has passed on? Let the
LapTopping community ease your suffering by emailing Bev with your location:
[email protected]

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GET A WRIGGLE ON GOOGLET!

Here is the top ten searches for my website in the month of January.

1 – bedroom philosopher 177 – 8%
2 – the bedroom philosopher 155 – 7%
3 – im so postmodern 69 – 3.1%
4 – im so post modern lyrics 68 – 3%
5 – i m so postmodern 49 – 2.2%
6 – sandra sully nude 45 – 2%
7 – voice stunt 45 – 2%
8 – im so postmodern lyrics 45 – 2%
9 – i m so postmodern lyrics 33 – 1.5%
10 – i m so post modern lyrics 32 – 1.4%

I’m not sure if the Sandra Sully Nude says more about the general public or my website. If anyone has any idea what ‘voice stunt’ would be, I’d love to know.
Several phrases people have typed into Google to land on my website lately:

“wombles crockery”
“dingo bum bag”
“inappropriate hug josh”
“buggety bee lyrics”
“novelty clothing blacktown”
“stopped using shampoo forum”
“cricket bat that plugs into tv”
“undercut hairstyle lost bet”
“name of a song on triplej jjj”
“weetbix bus shower”
“nude or naked or topless or bikini sandra sully”
“rock stars in speedos”
“how to ask bev out”
“table tennis aluminium sven”
“feeding budgies multigrain bread”
“chinese symbol that means poo”
“gay skisuit”
“lesbians in yogo”
“my first easter shirt”
“thankyou-two words or one?”

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LAPTOPPING MEDIA WATCH

Church of Hope promotional leaflet. Melbourne City. November 5th 2006.

I was handed this leaflet while walking past Flinders Street station in Melbourne. The first thing I noticed about it was the heading, loud and proud in Arial bold 14 point – “YOUR SPECIAL.” Now, the leaflet went on to say such things as “No person is ever a mistake/You were not just born by chance (God knew of you)/No situation is ever impossible without god.” As I sat on the tram still analysing the text, what I wanted more than anything was a miracle to happen, and that miracle involved not an apostle, but an apostrophe falling from the sky and planting itself in the correct place in the title text. YOU’RE SPECIAL. Check it out Church of Hope, while completely open to the concept of a spiritual force in my life – I daresay I cannot get out of bed in the morning with the thought that the omnipotent creator of the universe has an achilles heel of basic grammar! If the great lord works at the Eternal Times, then he’d better be careful if Satan is the copy editor – in this titanic struggle of punctuation, perhaps the creator could take a lesson from Noah, who was the master of making sure he at least included a second draft!

DO YOU HAVE A MEDIA WATCH? Send us the link or hardcopy and we’ll sort it out. For more info contact Bev at [email protected]

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TIME IS CHEESE AND MOUSE IS HUNGRY!

Saskia Moore alerts us to perhaps the most troubling film clip of all time. Fans of Brett Lee may want to rethink ‘taking the new ball.’ Fans of…anything, may want to do the same.

This issue, I’d like to plug a couple of unique local acts who I think are rather special. This first is the Nick Drake meets Caribou psychedelic art-folk of Melbourne chap Kes:
http://www.myspace.com/kesband

Perhaps you may enjoy the Brian Jones Town Massacre meets The Shinsness 60’s psych-rock of Belles Will Ring.
(LapTopping accepts no responsibility for music nerd angst caused by its hasty and one-dimensional pigeon holing. Go moan about it on Pitchfork mofo’s.):
http://www.myspace.com/belleswillring

Got a tip-off for some e-nuggets? Let us know: [email protected]

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A GIGGLE OF GIGS (Melbourne & Adelaide)

• Tuesday 20th February. Playing at Latrobe University, Bendigo. Show starts 7pm. Price unknown! Entertainment guaranteed.

• Sunday 25th February. Appearing at Melbourne’s premier prog-performance evening The Oyster Club, hosted by the insatiably bookish Asher Treleaven. $8. 7pm. (Apologies to anyone who came to see me last time – I had to retire ill. Not in a hip-hop way, but a genuinely fluey manner.)

• Wednesday 28th February. Lunchtime outdoor gig at RMIT in the city. Approximately 12pm. Free. May also include Dan Kelly if they can get him. I started this rumour.

• Wednesday 7th March. MCing the Great Big Comedy Evening at The Laundry. Johnston St Fitzroy. $12. 8:30pm. Including such acts as ‘others.’

• Friday 9th March. Supporting the mysterious ‘Spooky Man’s Chorale’ at Northcote Town Hall. They’re from the Blue Mountains and sing in harmony about tools. Check out their website here: http://www.spookymen.com.au 7:30pm. $15/$12.

• Monday 19th March – Wednesday 21st March. Adelaide Fringe Festival – Bosco Theatre. Located in the Garden Of Unearthly Delights. This will be an hour long gig. $20/$15. 9:30pm. You can book tickets here: http://tix.adelaidefringe.com.au/ticketing/EventDetails.aspx?EventGuid=12bcd11f-efb3-44c5-b8f5-4a791747fe27

• Saturday 24th March – 180 Seconds Of Heaven or Hell. Appearing with twenty other Melbourne artists including The Town Bikes and C.W. Stoneking, all doing three minute acts. North Melbourne Town Hall. 7:30pm. $20/$15.

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STORYTIME (Brought to you by “Cryogenic Tweezerphone Fondling In G minor.” The new one woman contemporary movement piece from multi arts council grant winning artaturg Mingilina Swangrind. Life. Power. Politics. Latex. Hate’s a fusion and your giving birth to yourself in the spaces between love and time.)

BIG DAY OUT REPORT 2007.

SYDNEY

Take your average uni bar night, times it by fifty, cross it with a speedway racing carnival, swap the cars for bands and insert the flaming wreckage of a cargo plane enroute from the Australian flag factory and you’re still not close to the clumsy, seething, wonky eyed hormonal rampage of this warped rock’n’roll human diorama of farm mice lurking beneath an Olympic sized piece of corrugated iron. The concept of cramming 80, 000 odd people into the Sydney Big Day Out is akin to pouring a jar of hundreds and thousands on Castle Grayscull.

The gig itself went rather well. Despite being promised that I would be in the program by organisers, I wasn’t. I apologise to those who struggled to find out where or when I was playing. I was perched up in a large inflatable black and white tubular archway arena tent called Mondo Exotica. The space was mainly used as a place to buy alcoholic slushies, listen to lounge music and ogle at cabaret acts empowering themselves. The crowd present were receptive and appreciative, even to my awesomely tailored material such as “what does the Australian flag have in common with Australian idol – a bunch of stars that offends everyone.” If only there was a Pulitzer for wordplay.

Musical highlights included Hot Chip (who fortunately didn’t play in the tiny caravan along with Aussie hip hop duo Dinkum Dogs) whom I watched glumly by myself as my friend Leigh was catching The Streets. Ergo B Bag and his band of all-action all stars put on what was the greatest show I’ve ever seen. Fifteen members. All wearing grey lycra 80’s aerobic showbiz outfits. Three keyboards. Five dancing girls on the frontlines. A separate podium for Ergo, who was towelled off, massaged and then re-introduced at the start of every song. Think glam 70’s Eurovision meets casio-fuelled indie-ADHD rock eisteddfod. Check them at: http://www.myspace.com/ebbag

The rest of the day was spent in a nebulous of suspended animation, schizophrenic sound crossovers and kaleidoscopic pre-climactic skin. I caught the ends of pinprick star stadium sets, my ears nibbling on the moth-eaten blanket of watered down hollow-dome acoustics. Toilet trips were episodic voids of dodgem limbo, where I towed the line between negotiating the urinal, and holding my brown cord flares up out of the syphilis slime.

Highlight was a random guy running up to me and asking if I’d seen Will. I replied deadpan – ‘yeah I think he was in the middle of the crowd at hot chip.’ He laughed and said ‘I like your style mate.’ Regards to Leigh Rigozzi for putting up with me.

MELBOURNE

I had a much better time in Melbourne, so naturally, there’s less to write. Being co-dependant, the presence of my lady-partner and best mates helped immensely. The Melbourne concert has half the people to Sydney and the layout is superior, it’s one big sun drenched sprawling boheme paddockery. Personal space was on sale for $3 per cubic metre, but seriously, what a lame novelty, worst NIES scheme ever. I did buy a My Chemical Romance showbag, but all it had was a stick on fringe and razorblades, and as if I was going to shave at a festival!

My set was just fine. Despite the appearance of a mysterious and completely unbooked street poet who was swearing in rhyming couplets about Collingwood getting up before me. I did about five encores in my fifteen minute set, and at one point said ‘I’m So Post Modern I refuse to play this song live, so just f*ck off!’ which I must say is uncharacteristically antagonising, even by my standards, but didn’t the audience love being pushed around! Fans can expect a lot more Lou Reed style ‘showmanship’ from me this year. It was good to play ‘Strange Piece of Music (Stuff’s Gone Bung)’ which included one of the more awkward hands in the air swaying moments in showbiz history. Thanks to the five uncertain twenty-something’s who joined in.

Musically, the tail end of Dan Kelly’s set was one of the highlights. I’ve decided he’s my new rival as I saw him on Spicks and Specks and we have similar glasses. (It used to be Josh Pyke but he was featured in that i-tunes ad so I figured he could have me rubbed out) Peaches went bananas. She was standing on top of her drumkit, getting one of her leather clad man-helpers to hold the guitar up for her when she wanted to play it. But points on the day go to The Sleepy Jackson, who I’ve been a massive fan of for ages, and stand by Lovers as my favourite Australian album of all time. Luke Steele was a stylematic rockfuelled staccatobot, kicking his leg out and making swooshing noises in the microphone. They even had a mysterious girl in a white dress dropping 808 beats from a laptop.

At one point we got some German sausages for dinner, and my girl Anna was working the communal tomato sauce pump and she whacked it and it all squirted over my pants, and suddenly there was silence, and I realised that Muse had stopped playing, and the entire 20 odd thousand punters were looking at me, and suddenly I just threw my hands up and said ‘anyone for sauce?’ and everyone just burst into laughter and suddenly Peaches was there and she said ‘you’re alright kid’ and we high fived and then I crowd surfed all the way onto stage and Muse let me play the guitar solo for one of their songs and even though I’d never heard it I just winged it and it was awesome.

THE END.

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This email is grouse so don’t muck with it or Merv’ll have your guts for e-garters. Try not to copy it and that or it frigs up the server and Trisha only dishes up mash and snags between 6 and 7 cos she doesn’t want to miss her programs. It’s all confidential just between you and me yeah, so don’t go snitchin that I sent you this and if anyone asks you, I bought the computer from cash converters but the serial number was already scratched off cos that’s what happens when they’re ex-school computers so it’s totally legit cos my cousin works at a school and he gets them for free.

On behalf of myself and whoever else wanders into shot, I’d like to dedicate this whole thing to the past, you know who you are, and if you don’t then I mean you Terry and they were my footy cards you ferret. This was made possible by the kind getting together of ideas and that and just cos I didn’t finish year ten doesn’t mean I didn’t cry when I watched dancer in the dark. I cried cos I was supposed to get jackass three but they mucked up the dvd’s, although I did reckon it was hilarious when she dropped that typewriter on that bloke. Crazy times. Yeah, so it’s all above board and if the savings and loans bloke calls then just delete this or stick it in your nudey folder or something.

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DON’T FORGET –
“And If you wanna buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now.”

PHILOSOPHER SEEKS BAND
You can apply to be in my band!

In a bid to do justice to the musical diversity of the forthcoming album, I am currently trying to gather a consortium of like-minded mis-fits to form The Bedroom Philosopher and the Pooglet Three. The main position vacant is drummer. Must be able to handle all forms of somewhat out of time art-folk and occasional bit of rocky stuff. Brushes, sticks and mallets. One or two armed females preferred. If you could look as much like the drummer out of Lenny Kravitz’s ‘Are You Gonna Go My Way’ clip as possible that would be great. But seriously folks, I am also on the look out for a piano/synths practitioner, trumpeter, flautist, violinist, (if you could play all these instruments one man band style, that would save on travel) as well as a wide range of assorted talents, ranging from playing the bagpipes underwater, to mastering the harp in a spider costume. We also need ‘dancers’ ‘raffle monitors’ and someone who can rewire the game Operation so that they can play popcorn on it. Send brief, informal applications to me personally through the contact section of this site. Serious offers only.

NEWS (Brought to you by Channel 10’s ‘So You Think You Can Pray.’ Ten religious fanatics from the world’s major religions are pitted against each other in the ultimate battle of salvation. Not the best television really, so we’ve padded it out with an inane English hostess doing yoga in hi-speed.)

• After about a month of seriously murky 9am tram rides to Melbourne suburb Preston (playfully dubbed ‘Depreston’) for Centrelink’s Job Search Training, I have passed with sinking colours. Along the way I learnt how not to urinate on my resume, how to shoot up during a job interview and that I’d be better off with a forklift license. Highlights included an exercise where we had to say five words that described us. Mine were: Desperate, broke, nervous, determined, resourceful. Another was a bloke caught looking up porn who said he was applying for a job in the industry. Actually, that never happened. Fortunately, they are going easy on me for the next six months, with one short meeting a fortnight.

• After four years I’ve ceased writing for Canberra streetpress BMA. The fortnightly column, Struth Be Told, which was also starting to appear in Tasmanian streetpress Sauce, had been writing for four years, which I just said and this is an awkward sentence. I was looking to self-syndicate the column, and was determined to start getting paid a decent amount for it. (see above: Job Search Training) After an online shop around I have had little interest, (and I did get completely served by The Australian for spelling rapport ‘report’ in my Sarah Blasko story) so will concentrate efforts on weaving it into a Bedroom Philosopher book. If you are an editor of a major publication who would like to publish the column then apply within (yourself).

• On the tram recently I saw a man wearing a t-shirt that had various wine glass rim stains on it, and a description of what each wine was. In conjunction with this he was wearing a peaked cap that read ‘bloody seagulls’ and had bird poo stains on it. A daring ensemble of satirical mock fashion stains.

• My good pals, Sydney psychedelic folksters Richard In Your Mind have won Triple J’s Unearthed for NSW. They got to play at the Sydney Big Day out and appeared on JTV last Saturday morning! Congratulations to them. Check out their biscuits at: http://www.myspace.com/richardinyourmind

• Our house home brew is going splendidly. After experimenting with various flavours, Coopers Draught is the perennial favourite, although the Ginger Beer was a smash hit. Heaps of after taste and a slight ginger burn on the way down.

Valentine’s Spray (2007)

If New Year’s Eve is the grand final of Saturday nights, then Valentine’s day is the state championships for romance. Just as the behemoth of social match pressure leaves many asking who spiked their last big night of the year with ‘Socrapnol,’ Valentine’s Day is an expectation fuelled beast, chewing maniacally on greeting card pulp, reeking of potpourri and threatening to pound you into submission with its disarmingly plush feet. Yet the difference between the two is that we refuse to approach New Year’s Eve with anything less than a vehement hope that this year will be better than the last, while for many, Valentine’s Day is a heart shaped anus spewing sideshow-grade lollies of discontent.

As far as Valentine’s Day is concerned, you fall into one of three categories. A) In a relationship. B) Keen to be. C) Lying on the floor swearing and eating nutri-grain. No matter which of these demographics you fall into, I sit before my keyboard, powered solely from the white-hot cynicism of the hypothesised readership, determined to argue that it’s okay to reignite your passion for the toeyest Saint of them all.

If Halloween, another superfluous American tradition, is an excuse to explore your inner-goth at a party without fear of psycho-analysis, surely Valentine’s Day can allow you to flirt with that optimistic, high school nerd part of yourself that believes that somehow in this big crazy world there’s a fibre-optic strand of hope that you can make the object of your desire interested in your nervy yet well-meaning kingdom.

Imagine being on the tram, zonked out with your mental screensaver, when someone fairly cute saunters over, gives you a small envelope, smiles faintly, says ‘this is for you,’ before hopping off at the next stop. You open it up to reveal a home-made, artistically adept card that reads: “I know this is really naff, but I wanted to ask someone out on Valentine’s Day. I like to think it’s more Amelie than Fatal Attraction. Maybe you’d like to go for a coffee/tea/other?” Followed by their number, email, or, god forbid, Myspace address. Sure, you might not like the look of them, or consider the proposal desperate and dire – but suppose novelty value won you over, you followed through, met them for coffee, found them to be self-effacing yet beguiling, and ended up seeing each other on some kissable basis. What on any other day could be an arrestable offence, Valentine’s Day may wrap in a shroud of knowingly ironic magic to create a charmingly madcap scheme to release the battery hen cages of our own sociological restraints.

If Bert Newton asked ‘why didn’t you ask them out?’ I bet of 100 people surveyed, 99 would say ‘fear of rejection.’ It’s a legitimate fear, and probably the main thing that stops them asking you out – but remember the school yard shiver-tickling nebulous of exhilaration when you got your friend to tell someone you liked them? Even when the news was whispered back in your ear that they weren’t interested, wasn’t that feeling of orbiting through the bouncy castle chrysalis of your outer comfort zone – drunk on an emotionally kaleidoscopic bubble of promise, worth it?

Couples need not implode with hypothetical competitiveness either – in fact a mutual ‘retiring hurt’ from romance’s big game can be a healthily off-beat form of streetwise union. Valentine’s Day can inadvertently spark a reverse psychology effect, where its very clichéd presence can remind you how ‘capital a’ Alternative your relationship really is. The customised design of your bond is most identifiable against the pedestrian beigeness of the greeting card unit shifter. Rather than cower away from the melodrama, rise above it on bohemian wings. Buy your partner a packet of seeds and a plot in a community garden. Take them to the zoo to see a live bear, or buy them some organically produced wheat-free carob, and smile knowingly as they gag with appreciation. And forget lingerie, what about something more empowering like secretly sewing lace on their existing underpants?

Like New Year’s Eve, sometimes the key to success is basking in the collective knowledge that things are probably going to be disappointing. And while it’s public knowledge that we all really want to have a good time come December 31, it’s a well kept secret how much we’d adore being shot with cupid’s arrow, even if it is made in China.

NEWS (Brought to you by Chad Mashups Waterslide Bowling – combining the summer fun of water sliding with the skill of ten pin bowling, simply bowl your ball and then follow it down the four story ‘super loop.’ Even if you don’t knock ‘em all down, you’re sure to get a spare when you come crashing through after! Now in five public liability challenging venues around Australia.)

• In Bed With My Doona and the Folkstar/I’m So Post Modern Maxi Single are both now up on iTunes. There’s a link to both on my Myspace and website Discography pages. So much easier than taping them!

• The JJJ Hottest 100 Acoustic Megamix, which proved popular at my Falls gigs, is back up on my Myspace, which you can download free for a limited time. That is, until I’m arrested for the ninety-four international copyright laws I’m violating.

• The difficult second album, currently titled ‘Brown & Orange’ is going pleasantly, and has all my hopes and dreams lightly pinned to it. I’ve recorded the basic vocal and guitar tracks with my Uncle Ken in Emu Plains, who recorded ‘In Bed With My Doona.’ In his ‘HumbleHouse Studio’ we also recorded double bass played by John Maddox (who played on the current incarnation of ‘Folkstar’), as well as sitar, played by Richard Cartwright from the band Richard In Your Mind. Yes sitar, confirming rumours that I am planning an overproduced ‘Magical Mystery Tour’ of indie folk comedy this time around. The remaining production is being overseen by ARIA hall of famer Martin Lubran (Crackpot). A number of gobsmackingly talented guest musician have appeared so far, including Harry Angus (Cat Empire) on trumpet, Xani Colac (Martin Martini) on violin, Hanna Silver on piano, Haydn Meggit on drums and some cheeky flute from Michael O’Connor. My Nan Really Likes Radiohead has been dropped and will hopefully appear on a future live album. It’s about 65% completed so far and is due out sooner rather than later.

• I won’t be appearing at Melbourne Comedy, Sydney Cracker or Adelaide Fringe Festivals this year due to my high concept solo show ‘How Tasmanian’s that?’ being deemed too ‘high concept’ by industry officials. It was going to be a kind of cirque de soleil meets perfect strangers style one man rock eisteddfod performing bon bon jokes kareoke style while upside down in a scuba tank filled with magic gum. Gradually, water would be added making the bubble gum form and for the finale a couple of turbines would power a huge bubble that I’d float away in. I’ve decided instead to focus on an album tour in music venues.

• One of my two childhood cats, Misty, passed away while I was home in Tasmania, aged 16. She was experiencing kidney failure. I must personally praise the practitioner at the Burnie Veterinary Centre for his kindness and sensitivity. Misty was buried in the back garden near the Wisteria where she often liked to sleep. The other cat, Blossum, is turning 20 this year! He has lost a lot of weight, is mostly deaf, and appears to have some arthritic trouble in his legs, but for all intents and purposes is, well, alive.

• Following up my comments about Beck’s Information last issue, co-Beck nerd Conrad Richters (Richard In Your Mind) has informed me that the spoken word ‘spaceship’ stuff at the end isn’t about Scientology at all. The initial plan was for Dave Eggers and Spike Jonze to sit in on the album and ‘commentate’ on it in an abstract way. This commentary was going to be sprinkled throughout the record, but was eventually condensed into one track. The text in question is them talking about what the ‘best album in the world ever’ would sound like. I acknowledge Conrad’s information, but still find sentences like “it has to tell you how to live, it’s an instruction guide/it would be inside the spaceship and also the spaceship” a fraction coinci-sciencemental.

• After three odd years of managing to duck and weave away from Centrelink’s bureaucrapic butterfly net, they have managed to finally trap me injured possum style and make me face the ego concentration camp of Job Search Training. I must attend fifteen of the three hour soul interrogations over the next few weeks. Here is an exact script from my first day:

(Justin has just walked in late. There are about fifteen people sitting around a table)
Jobsearch trainer: Justin, would you like to introduce yourself to the group?
Justin: Hi my name’s Justin…and I’m unemployed. (silence) Ah, I perform music as the Bedroom Philosopher, I’ve had a song in Triple J’s Hottest 100, I’m So Post Modern and I’m currently working on a new album and I can type sixty words per minute. (a couple of muffled chuckles)
Jobsearch trainer: Right, we’ll keep going around and you only need to say your name.

LapTopping – 56 – “Pin Cushion Robots”

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ISSUE 56
Monday 8 January 2007
Estimated Reading Time: 12:31
www.myspace.com/thebedroomphilosopher
**Vote for Folkstar in JJJ”s Hottest 100!**
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WEBMASTERS NOTE!

We apologise for the unexpected delay in the processing and shipment of this edition of ‘LapTopping.’ This was due to a clerical error, and while all effort was made to maintain the prescribed deadline, there was unavoidable disruption to services which led to temporary system congestion. This in turn caused a customer service technician to waylay some integers key to the literary homogenisation of the aforementioned e-pamphlet. Some Milo was spilt and there was a lot of swearing. Appropriate volunteers have been reprimanded and a full text message enquiry conducted. We apologise for any convenience caused.

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AWWW LOOK AT 2007! SO CUUUTE!

“The year 2006 was the year that I fermented the nucleus of my bohemic integrity, circumnavigated my comfort zone in a lo-fi hovercraft of acoustic balsawood and oscillated with the gorgeous nebulous of my lady-kind counterpart. I doused fears, aroused hopes, activated punch lines like ripcords, diving from the burning wreckage of introspection and streamline through the afternoon rock concert of opportunity. I stared into the autumn lake of my memory and found my inner grandparent peering back. I sang, I smoked, I swam, I wrote, I lay awake at night resigned to the fact that my soul’s chipped and crying is a carwash for the heart.”

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LT BIRTHDAYS!

Happy Birthday Rachel Friend 36 today!
Happy Birthday David Bowie 59 today!
Happy Birthday Elvis 71 today!

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THE LOVE VOTE! SOON WILL BE MAKING THE HOTTEST TON!

Patrons of the lapped top, it would please me no end if I could ask of your person the most gracious favour of nominating my composition to my industry peers.
To vote for ‘Folkstar’ in the JJJ’s Hottest 100 follow the link Dr Yum!
Voting closes Jan 21st.
Note: Folkstar is terrified as it’s next to Beck’s ‘No Complaints’ and doesn’t know what to say.

http://www.triplej.net.au/hottest100/vote/

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LAPTOPPING’S “SONG TO GET STUCK IN YOUR HEAD” OF THE DAY

Popular – Nada Surf

“I'm head of the class
I'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular”

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Everyone loves Movember right? Not all. Some of us lay awake at three in the morning ruefully pawing at the patch above our lip, naked but for a few strands that would barely give a caterpillar puberty blues. Some of us don’t shave for months, unable to conjure up anything more than a patchy beard, giving us the impression of an Amish Jarvis Cocker. Yeah, “Let’s build a barn in the year 2000 – won’t it be strange when the cows have all fully grown?” Don’t think I haven’t considered the options – clag glue and pubes. Who hasn’t heard of the small European town of ‘Claganpubes’ where everyone who couldn’t grow a moustache was banished to during the war. So, rather than become venom, whine and bitters, I have arranged for a:

Thumbroll (on the desk)

TOP TEN ALTERNATIVE THEMED MONTHS

LANUARY – Everyone plays online games.

DEBUARY – Nothing but instant mashed potato.

STARCH – Use starch. You could even have a charity tie in: “Decrease your chances of getting cancer.”

CREPRIL – Crepes a-gogo!

YAE – Here ye! It’s nothing but Ye Olde English for a month.

PRUNE – Hop into the overlooked fruit for bowel cancer research!

DY’LIE? – Help raise money for mental health awareness by acting paranoid for a month. Every time someone tells you something, stare at them menacingly and say: ‘Dy’lie? Dy’lie?’

KORGUST – Learn the synthesiser to create awareness about male depression. You’ll be a Nu-man!

DEPPTEMBER – Watch Johnny Depp movies and helps raise money for the little known field of female loin research.

CHOPTOBER – Sideburns for a month! Hoorah! And that’s you too ladies, bangs are back!

NOVENDER – Avoid eating from vending machines and get unfatter.

DECEMDUR – Everyone watches reruns of The Price Is Right.

Got your own themed month? Leave a comment!

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PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, BUT YOU ARE STRANGER!

From Chris Rees.
"We had to get rid of our piano, because of the smell."

From James Borman, Melbourne.

I heard this conversation between two too-cool-for-school teenagers on the train.
Girl: I just don't see how ugly girls get boyfriends
Boy: But that's just because you're hot
Girl: Why can't everybody just look the same?

From Hannah Armstrong, Melbourne.

In Maths class:
"Put your hand out like a chopstick you retard!"

Have you overheard some memorable conversation of late? Perhaps witnessed a member of the ‘peeps’ doing something comical or weird? Let Bev know at [email protected]. Include your home city or town.

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From Annalise Friend, of Thirroul.

“Well, our washing machine has died. We don't even know which far off share house it was from. It was oversize, and overused. We spent three weeks carrying loads up the hill to our friends' house, or succumbing to the $5.50 a load! at our local, snooty laundrette. Then finally, Henry's Mum bought us a new washing machine. It has fuzzy logic (not sure if this is good in terms of lint.) It makes melodious tones. It only has one energy rating star but is meant to be good on water. When she dropped it off we managed to have the worst in-law's scenario possible, as wheeling the old machine out revealed much behind-the-machine debris (lots of socks and hair bands.) Whilst listening to his Mum's anxious stream of conversation Henry managed to tip the foul, putrefied water from the old washing machine on his Mum's partner's foot.”

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WE PRAY FOR THEIR RECALIBRATION
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Do you have an inanimate object that is ailing or has passed on? Let the
LapTopping community ease your suffering by emailing Bev with your location:
[email protected]

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GET A WRIGGLE ON GOOGLET!
Several phrases people have typed into Google to land on my website lately:

“how to make a rockstar outfit”
“garry coleman Adelaide”
“meet nerds Canberra
“how to beat centrelink”
“nudey new years”
“flaming balls of jelly”
“marilyn manson bloodtype”
“lesbians in nothing”
“terrorising clouds”
“how to make thickshakes”
“doiley of surf”
“massage for insomnia”
“seven marbles and kid”
“liking womans harry armpits”
“dion mccall is hot”
“compress cuddling”
“best sideburn length”
“awkward guys”

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LAPTOPPING MEDIA WATCH

THAT’S LIFE MAGAZINE (Issue 12. March 22, 2006)

I wish to refer to the ‘You’re Not Alone’ column, written by ‘Susan’ who is “a psychologist with over 25 years experience.” (Her bi-line also informs us that she’s a wife and mother.)
During the column, giving advice on how to remember people’s names at a party, she says this:

“People who are genuinely interested in others are better at remembering people’s names. This explains why women are better at name remembering than are men. It also explains why men might be better at remembering details about cars and sport.”

If this is Susan’s acute appraisal of the male psyche then I think she should retool her bio as a ‘psychologist with over 25 years experience of being sexist and narrow minded.’ Perhaps Susan’s ‘gift’ would be better utilised on the pub comedy circuit, where each sensitive appraisal could be followed with ‘you know what I’m talkin’ about don’t you ladies?’ or ‘how Aussie’s that?’ If ‘That’s Life’ for Susan, then I will make a point to avoid wandering into the 1950’s redneck suburbia of her existence. That’s if I remember at all, as currently all I can see is a pair of Holden and Ford transformer robots playing kick to kick.

DO YOU HAVE A MEDIA WATCH? Send us the link or hardcopy and we’ll sort it out. For more info contact Bev at [email protected]

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TIME IS CHEESE AND MOUSE IS HUNGRY!

Congratulations to Steph Hall who’s red block hit the wall after a staggering 105.642 seconds.
Celia Carberry says: “I think games should be put at the end, so I won't have to finish the email really fast to play the square game.”
Ben Pobje says: “I just wanted to say that when I was five, I spent the night in Sarah Blasko's bedroom. This is true.”

Emilie Zoey Baker says Happy New Beeswax with this rare insight:
http://www.tronguy.net/TRONcostume/

Jack Fuller suggests this Onion article could make for an Inanimate Object notice:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/54360

Got a tip-off for some e-nuggets? Let us know: [email protected]

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A GIGGLE OF GIGS (Melbourne)

• Sunday 14th January. The Oyster Club @ The Spanish Club: 59 Johnston St Fitzroy. $7ish. The Oyster Club is a cavalcade of alt-comedy and prog-performance that is drastically refreshing and theoretically vital! Did I mention it’s new? Check it: http://www.myspace.com/theoysterclub

• Friday 26th January. Lilyworld Stage. Big Day Out. Sydney. Not sure of my playing time yet. Come and see my stubby weaving techniquery!

• Sunday 28th January. Lilyworld Stage. Big Day Out. Melbourne. Not sure of my playing time yet. As above but with lattes.

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STORYTIME (Brought to you by Cindy Syntax’s Myspace ‘About Me’ Generator. “Making you sound like you haven’t painfully over thought your personality since 2006.”)

A HOLIDAY IN QUOTES

One of the first things Nan said when I walked in the door.
“You remind me of someone. A bushranger. Who was he? I’ll have to get you a comb.”

Nan telling me that she’d listened to my album recently.
“I really like I’m So Post MODEM”

Mum assisting me in the making of a salad to go with my steak and chips.
“Let’s look at the lettuce.”

Nan watching ‘At The Movies.’
“We don’t do enough of this in our lives. We don’t do enough of this…culture. It’s always been in my system.”

Pop, who was very sick in hospital.
“It’s funny, but I’ve been thinking about pin cushions and robots. I’m like a pin cushion, I’ve had that many needles in me. And I was thinking earlier that all the nurses were like robots, coming and going all the time, in and out, like robots.”

Nan, introducing everyone, including my girlfriend, to the doctor.
“That’s my daughter Maureen and her son Justin and his little friend Anna.”

The Vet, after he’d told us how sick Misty was.
“Now, I’m going to have to ask you, did you bring her in today to be put down? Because I’m not going to talk you out of it.”

The dialogue of one of the local Tasmanian ads for a furniture place.
“Here at Ron’s discount furniture we’re having a hands on sale, if you can get your hands on it, it’s on sale, (see two dubious looking co-workers wander into shot, the main guy grabs them by their collars) and I mean everything!” (Later in the ad, see main guy bound and gagged, being wheeled out on a table by the co-workers).

A cricket official talking about Shane Warne.
“He’s played a huge part in everything he’s done.”

A woman, mid-conversation, that I whizzed past in Burnie K-mart.
“You’ve really got to get onto a rash.”

A guy’s t-shirt in the local pub.
“An awkward morning is better than a boring night.”

My friend Dion spinning the raffle wheel briefly before being asked to leave.
“Number four, drink up all you whores.”

The woman on the Redline Coach explaining why the seat I’d saved had been stolen.
“I’ve got a husband on crutches and a three year old child!”

Tim Rogers, mid-set, who had been tipped off that ‘one of the comedians’ (me) had done an impersonation of him.
“I’m gonna find you Charlie Pickering.” (he headbutts the mike)

Charlie Pickering, responding the next day during his Lorne set.
“Two fish were in a tank, and one fish says to the other, "I don't know how to drive this thing!" The other fish, who was Tim Rogers said "Can I suck your c*ck?"

A girl in the crowd during The Bees who was frantically picking up bottle tops, when we asked her what she was doing.
“They can make wheelchairs out of artificial limbs!”

Andrew Stockdale of Wolfmother, attempting his first piece of banter.
“Yeah, so the world’s getting pretty warm. It’s getting weird. I’d like to go back to a 1970’s environmental plan.”

The founder of the Falls Festival’s Dad, who came out on stage at Lorne after twelve o’clock.
“Now I don’t know if my son will ever have a child. But if he does, before it first suckles on its Mother’s teat, we’re going to take it out into the forest and leave it there for a week. And if it comes back then we’ll know to name it WOLFMOTHER!”

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This turret, and the turrets teleported with it, are existential and extended mouldy for the goose of the indivegimite or entity to zoom they are undressed. Look, Alison, if you’re not the one, then really, I can’t invest so much of my heart and my time to this because I’ve been hurt before and what my life needs now is stability not this flippant bar crawling and three am chance encounters. Oh, don’t cry, don’t you understand, if you are not the intended recipient of my devotion, then you are not permitted to distribute or use this eflail or any of its detachments in any way, except breaststroke. We also beseech thee and request on the king’s orders that you chill out senor and lay off the bacon rolls or someone’s going to advise the sender of the incorrect addressing and the casino will take away your house and there’ll be no Christmas Kevin because you’ve got lymphoid cancer and stuff.

This e-gail message has been virus-scanned, which was quite a shock for Gail as she had no idea how she’d been transferred into data in the first place and you try looking your best with a ruddy great virus scanner sorting through your 1’s and 0’s if you know what I mean. Although no commuter viruses were detected, there were a lot of depressed looking people on the train this morning. LapTopping staff and their immediate friends and enemies accept all responsibility for everything that has ever gone wrong in your life, ever. Including that deep-fried lego incident (it wasn’t the dog after all.) And suggest that you love yourself unconditionally or bake a cake or go overseas or something.
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DON’T FORGET –
“I'm head of the class
I'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular”

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JOKE OF THE DAY, thanks to Ken Heazlewood

Q. What do you call a mushroom who buys you drinks all night?
A. A fungi to be with.

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ALSO DON’T FORGET –

THE LOVE VOTE! SOON WILL BE MAKING THE HOTTEST TON!

http://www.triplej.net.au/hottest100/vote/

Now Pooglies Now!

Whew, what’s that smell…oh yeah…desperation.

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IN MEMORY OF MISTY (1990-2006)
Who would meow to tell us it was windy outside.
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