Rebecca Riots

I literally couldn’t make this shit up…

From correspondents in Geneva

August 12, 2008 07:57am

Article from: Agence France-Presse

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A GIANT inflatable dog turd by American artist Paul McCarthy blew away from an exhibition in the garden of a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a window before it landed again.

The art work, titled Complex Shit, is the size of a house.

The wind carried it 200m from the Paul Klee Centre in Berne before it fell back to Earth in the grounds of a children’s home, said museum director Juri Steiner.

The inflatable turd broke the window at the children’s home when it blew away on the night of July 31, Mr Steiner said.

The art work has a safety system which normally makes it deflate when there is a storm, but this did not work when it blew away.

Mr Steiner said McCarthy had not yet been contacted and the museum was not sure if Complex Shit would be put back on display.

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24166937-13762,00.html

Is ‘ugly’ the new pretty?

Aug. 8: TODAY’s Al Roker discovers a New York talent agency that recruits unique models.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/26090936#26090936

Well if so, that’s good news for my ex-boyfriend. He was so ugly it was difficult to look at his face at times. He had this large, Frankenstein shaped dome (his entire head was square) and a frighteningly short forehead. I think his forehead was half the length of my little finger. To top it off, he had this extremely meaty chest, lacking in tone and garnished with two spindly arms that had never lifted anything heavier than the Racing Post.

His freakish height meant he often walked with a stoop as an attempt to disguise his stature and he often cried when he was drunk.

Yeah, I tried not to be shallow. And it worked. For a while. Then he got fat. Actually, after we broke up, he got extremely fat, until his giant head was even bigger, puffed out like the fucked-up spawn of Lurch and a Blowfish. His arms, remained bizarrely spindly, while his chest grew in plumpness until his novelty shirts (did I mention those?) strained at their polyester seams.

I will always remember him fondly as the Ugly Ex Boyfriend. For he taught me that even ugly men can be pricks. I’m no Gisele, but I was certainly out of his fighting range. And while not totally shallow, I do place some emphasis on physical attraction in relationships. Just as I won’t date a smoker, I won’t date a person who has let themselves go to rack and ruin.

But he should totally join that agency. Models are tall..right?

Here in Aussie, we’ve just got Google Streetview.

For the uninitiated among you, this is Google Maps, only with actual street level photographs.

I was consumed with excitement yesterday when my roommate and I discovered his small blue puttputt Ford, Bess, a prominent feature of the Streetview image for our…um…street.

But what’s truly great about Streetview (which came about thanks to a roving Google car, cameras at 360°, snapping as it goes and cleverly recording the location) are the unintentional bonus shots which sometimes feature..

Like this chap. Clearly hit the bottle early, didn’t quite make it to the front door..Ooops, never mind, quick snooze….no one will ever know….Even more terrible, the poor guy had just returned from his mate’s funeral..

Needless to say, he was none too chuffed to find his inebriated and grieving form splashed all over tinterweb.

There are also shots of people entering and leaving sex shops, a man asleep in his work van, and even the Google driver sneaking out for a Maccas.

I’m wondering what the ramifications will be when Streetview arrives in Ireland…

Given that we’re all a bunch of harridans/hooligans after a few creamy pints, it should make for some fantastic viewing..

http://maps.google.com.au

To the Time Warp Wives who apparently commented on my (admittedly very harsh) blog regarding their TV show. (Being admittedly very harsh is indeed my prerogative! I can take it too ya know…) which brings me nicely on to….

Ladies, you don’t have to justify anything- not to me, not to anyone. But despite my better judgment, I DO feel for you in this situation, just a little. But I have no sympathy.

If you believe you were unfairly represented in the Channel 4 show Time Warp Wives and the accompanying Daily Mail article, I advise you to write to the producers and the editors respectively, clearly outlining where you felt misrepresented and why. Demand a public apology if you feel it justified.

I understand exactly how it works, how people can be misled, how editors can work to their own agenda. However, you have to concede the following: You went along with at least part of it.

The Daily Mail will be compelled to produce their notes. The show’s producers will have reams of unedited footage. Your case is slighted given the content of the photos to accompany the piece.

I guess the hard lesson here is, once you put yourself out there for public scrutiny, you have to be willing and prepared to take the flak that inevitably goes along with it. Even on a minor scale, writing a blog; you put yourself up there for criticism; and have to be willing to accept and possibly embrace the flurry of opinion that floods your way, no matter what it is. That’s the pay off.

You all claim to embrace a retro way of life, yet dived headfirst into the entertainment scourge of the 21^st Century, the reality TV/doco genre. What did you think you’d gain?

And none of you are carried away teenagers either, which begs the question, have you no sense? There are enough Wife Swaps, Big Brothers and I’m a Celebritys around for most people to cotton on a fair bit of editing to suit the agenda takes place.

If you, as you say, keep a clean house and bake, and that’s the height of it, why on earth would you wish to be part of a show like this one? I regularly dig out my Nigella notes and make cakes. I am no stranger to a brillo pad and a bucket of soapy water, but under no circumstances would I consider my life worthy of a documentary or think I’m a bit special. So what was your primary motivation here?

It’s all too easy to cry misrepresentation when you don’t like how you are portrayed after the fact. If you believe you have been seriously misled, then don’t tell me or other bloggers, tell the people who you say have wronged you. Good luck.

Now, as it stands in this harsh old world, it is old news, and the matter is closed as far as I’m concerned. NEXT.

Jodie Marsh

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