March 18, 2005

I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself - Duh-Nuh-Nuh!

Many of you must think of me as the girl who cried “blogfright”, because it seems like every three weeks, I’m announcing a serious pause in blogging. In the past, this generally happened because my creative well had dried up, and I quite literally could not think of anything to talk about. Usually after I announced a brief holiday from writing, the juices started flowing again and I ended up writing more than I normally would.

But gang - I’m gonna have to declare another blog-pause, and this time it might actually happen.

For once this is not because I am lacking topics to write about. This morning I woke up and felt the urge to write about

* The joys of watching Parliament Question Time on the telly late at night with Housemate Steve. Heckling politicians is so much fun, although really there’s only so many times you can yell out “Smug fucker!” when Tony Abbott appears on screen before it gets old. Roughly around seventy. But alas, we’re going to have to save chit chat ‘bout politics for another time. You’ll learn about The Magical Box Of Dreams, Team Cunt, The Labor Party Member Who Obviously Watched ‘You Got Served’ Recently and The Ginger Showpony when I am able to find time to sit down at home and create an educational guide to the wonders and mysteries of Parliament.

* Howard’s unshakeable faith in Senator Ross Lightfoot’s holiday activities. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? “Hey, dudes - he said he didn’t do it, okay? So just back off!” I’m convinced. Johnny is hardly the type to bullshit his peeps, is he? He gave us the 411 on Children Overboard and WMD’s, I sincerely doubt he’s going to choose now to begin trying to cover up dodgy decisions made by members of his party.

* The fact Casey Donovan’s new single really isn’t all that bad! Seriously, in the grand scheme of pop, it’s not a bad song and it suits her far more than Listen To My Bunghole ever did. I suppose it’s all about Callea now though, these days. Stupid randy teenage girls in denial.

* And speaking of Anthony Callea, I LOVE that in this article, Jonathon Moran writes “Throughout the Idol competition, Callea battled jokes about his height and rumours about his sexuality.” - a line which is followed by “‘It so does not bother me at all,’ Callea said. ‘I am not that short. I just laugh it off.’”. In other words “Gay and short? WHAT A HEINOUS LIE! I AM NOT SHORT AT ALL! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a new Kylie single to purchase.”

Yes, it’s not a matter of lacking material - although as always, the quality is somewhat adorably questionable - because for once, I want to write. I do! But I can no longer do it from work, and by the time I get home, all the good topics have been blogged about. ausculture.com is not about regurgitating other people’s blogscraps! We aim to be informative and on the pulse, talking about the breaking stories in the world of celebrity venereal diseases. The idea of being up to ten hours behind the latest showbiz tales makes my heart ache something awful. In fact, being out of the blogosphere has left me feeling helpless and alone and frightened and bored-fucking-stiff.

I feel terrible making other people surrogate blog for me through email, and I’m so behind on the comments it’s not funny. Which reminds me - thank you to all the people who have said nice stuff lately. It’s duly noted and your support for ausculture.com turns me on a little. Patrick is over-excited to the point of silence. It’s a beautiful thing. And to everyone who has sent in lovely emails over the past week or so (love must be in the water!), thank you, too. We will endeavour to respond as soon as time allows.

So what does this mean? I’m not abandoning you guys, don’t get me wrong. But there’s going to be a noticeable change of pace round these parts as far as my blogging is concerned. Hopefully I can knock something out daily, but I can’t guarantee it. Maybe the rest will be good for me and the writing, even if it is rather against my will.

Anyway, enough about me rattling on about feelings and my needs, improvement of “the writing” and all other sorts of wankerama. There are some brilliant, funny, sexy, clever, sweet, kindly (update: and freakishly well-endowed, in an arousingly intellectual way), charming, unique blogs out there for you to play in. And our actual link list, while outdated, is full of wickedly hot folk too. Go read them. And their archives. And I’ll be back as soon as humanly possible so when I do return at full force, at least pretend you missed me.

PS: Bloggington Love Day was awesome, I want to lick everyone who got behind it. Seriously. And many of our beloved bloggers appear to be on the mend, back on the horse and getting on with the job, so to speak, so huzzah indeed!

Posted by Jess at March 18, 2005 11:36 AM
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