Sunday, January 29, 2012

IRL good things

A play I wrote, "The Atheist" has just picked up the people's choice award at it's heat in the Sydney Short and Sweet and now it gets to go through to a people's choice showcase in March. If it wins there it could go on to the gala final. I am so excited.

If you're going to be in Sydney in March you could see it. If you wanted.

Ah! So excited and proud and things.

I feel strange, because I wrote it so long ago. Like somehow it was someone else who wrote it, and they deserve the credit. Or more accurately it is as though something I created is now alive and sentient and has gone off and grown up and now it's won two things.

I am eternally grateful to the guys who have been performing it every night. Joe and John have brought my silly words to life and flown to Sydney and spent money and rehearsed and learnt lines and run around and sweated and done the actual hard yards. But still, I am so chuffed.

What is most exciting is that it makes me want to write more stuff. 

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Lizzyish has Opinions: Margaret Court

I have been wanting to write an opinion piece for some time. I actually recently wrote an opinion piece about opinions, just to get me in the mood… but it was kinda shit. I’m thinking of starting a folder on my mac called “kinda shit”. Anyway, in order to write a funny opinion piece, I think you need some good source material. It’s one thing to get all passionate about something, but if you want it to be truly funny, rip apart someone’s else’s opinions for the entertainment of others, I reckon. That’s how you do it.

So I don’t know if you’ve read Margaret Court’s opinion yet today, but it’s pretty clear. Margaret Court loves straight people. She loves straight people so hard she wants to marry them all. No wait, only the men, because women can’t marry women. She wants to marry the men, the straight men, because she loves them. She loves them simply because they choose not to put their penises near other men, except in urinals, where it’s ok.

Look it’s possible that I haven’t fully grasped Margaret’s opinions. Which is why it’s awesome that Mike Sutchberry has translated it for us. He’s done a very good job, and I highly recommend you check it out. In fact, to be honest, I’ve only read all of Ms Court’s “article” because it’s in Mike’s. His translation is well funny.

But my friend Mim pointed out to me on the twitters that Mike perhaps doesn’t quite go far enough, considering just how far Maggie went, and then… because Mim is pleasant, she suggested I might enjoy having a crack at a translation. I would suggest this is a translation for the young people, a translation for those in their 20s or even younger. This is a translation for all you cool kids out there who don’t actually read newspapers and get your news solely from twitter, like Mim and I do.

Ahem.

WE (my followers and I) live in a blessed nation (in the clouds, looking down on you) but Australia is on a steep moral decline (this is clearly visible from our cloud-country, we have a higher vantage point, you see, and a moat).
Everywhere you look we are making excuses for a sliding lifestyle and more people are blind to it than ever before.
Why, just the other day, my husband let me speak in public and no one said ANYTHING.
Our Constitution is based on biblical principles and our nation is great because of it.
I’ve not read the constitution, but it is convenient for the purposes of my article for me to suggest it closely and indeed specifically aligns with my religion.
We are a country with a moral fabric and families and marriage are at its core.
Australia is made out of blankets woven from the skins of children. You couldn’t make this up.
But increasingly our kids are being taught that anything goes.
Anything Goes, first performed on Broadway in 1934, is a musical by Cole Porter. Many Gays have probably performed in it. This is relevant, stay tuned.
As a society we are losing touch with fundamental Christian values, as our leaders lean towards an agenda of political correctness to keep the minorities happy.
Gays mostly. See I told you it was relevant.
We live in a world of moral values. Even those without faith know what is right and what is wrong.
I don’t actually believe atheists have a moral code but I am trying to appeal to a broad audience here. We all know it’s only atheists who commit rape and murder.

We all have a conscience and so many people get trapped in the pattern of saying something is right when deep down they know it isn't.
People’s attitudes are changing! Deep down though, they all know that really they agree with everything their grandparents believed. This is the best way for our society (the one in the clouds AND the one you call Australia) to survive.

It's that attitude that can harden hearts. People suddenly justify the immoralities around them. We have taken the easy way out. Minorities are now making it harder for the majority. They are increasingly taking everything that is good in society and pushing it to the side.
Gays HATE nice things. All that stuff you love? Like safety, financial security, your children, Xboxes… Gays just HATE them. They don’t even know why, so don’t ask me. They just hate happiness I guess. Pretty ironic, considering they stole the true meaning of the word gay from us normals (WHICH by the way, I was using on a regular basis).
Looking back, you can see that there has been a steep decline, especially when it comes to the issue of sexuality.
My knowledge of history is similar to my knowledge of the constitution.
There is so much scripture within the Bible that points to what we see happening now. We are losing that sense of discipline.
In Biblical times, women were stoned for expressing their opinions. Bring that shit back, pronto.
Let me be clear. I believe that a person's sexuality is a choice.
I felt the need to explicitly state that, just in case you thought I might base my opinions on scientific studies or logic.
In the Bible it said that homosexuality is among sins that are works of the flesh.
Along with working on the Sabbath, which I never do, being a pastor. Also women aren’t allowed to be preachers. Wait. Shit.
It is not something you are born with.
The bible explicitly states this, it says, “people aren’t born with gayness”, I read it once.
My concern is that we are advocating to young people that it is OK to have these feelings. But I truly believe if you are told you are gay from a young age, soon enough it will start to impact your life and you will live it. If somebody is told they are gay they often start to believe it.
This is why young people who are told they are not gay, and are told to suppress their feelings, turn out straight and have absolutely no chance of becoming depressed and killing themselves. This is a truth-fact brought to you by the Margaret Court Institute of Science.
We are living in a society that takes the easy way out. But we have to work at life and make things better. You need to be disciplined. I became the first Australian woman to win Wimbledon because I trained hard and worked towards it.
This is relevant to my argument because SPORT.
It's why I believe so strongly in the sanctity of marriage. It takes hard work. Children need a mother and a father - stability from a male and a female - and I think we are losing sight of this.
I would never have played SPORT if it weren’t for having both a male and female parent. This is why all children raised in single parent families end up homeless and poverty stricken. None of them ever play SPORT.
We are led by politicians who lie and spread deceit. They no longer stand true to their word and that affects us all, as a nation. Lies just don't seem to matter much any more.
Politicians have started lying, just recently, and it’s because of Gays, and probably Asians too, come to think of it.
There is so much deception in the world and it's getting worse by the minute. The Book of Romans speaks of the people of Earth trading in God; of worshipping life and things within it instead of God who made us. By refusing Him, women no longer know how to be women and men no longer know how to be men.
When men and women stop adhering to strict gender roles, the world will end. This is what the Mayans were talking about in a book they titled “Romans” for some reason. Crazy Mayans.
We have lost our way and have been convinced by the secular view that it's all OK.
Though we have a secular government, it is BAD and WRONG for secular views to influence our governments.
SPORT.
It worries me because I fear our next generation will lose all direction and become more blinded than ever before.
I am handing out compasses and glasses to all children at religious schools: enroll your child today!
I can't understand, if we are a blessed nation under a biblical Constitution, why there is such a push to change it?
I can’t understand other points of view. Please don’t make me listen to them anymore. It’s like maths. You know how some people are bad at maths? I’m bad at empathy and human rights.
We will only start to tear away at the rich fabric and sustained values..
You’re ripping the child skin blanket and I don’t like it!
Then God will take his hand off our nation and the lights will go out.
God is touching us all right now. This is called safe touch. When the lights go out God will start touching us in other places. This is called unsafe touch and should be reported to a parent, teacher or grown-up friend.
That is why I believe we need to protect marriage because it has been God-ordained from the beginning.
God ordained the swapping of cattle for women and is most upset with us for losing our way. Need I remind you about the unsafe touch? Cows people. He wants cows for girls and he wants them now.
God told man to be united with his wife and to multiply on earth.
If you’re one of those people who’s bad at maths this means intercourse.
I had fame and success and a great husband but I always knew something was missing in my life. I used to think there had to be more to it. I knew He was there but I didn't know how to make the connection. I didn't understand how God could be real in my life. But then I accepted Jesus Christ, and believed that He came to Earth as the son of God, to die for our sins.
My personal belief system, which I am within my rights to uphold, is more important than your personal belief system, which you have no rights to because you are a minority (I have crunched the numbers on this, at my science institute. We do statistics now too)
Even then I didn't understand the power of the Bible, his word. If I knew then what I knew now I could have won six Wimbledons, not three.
God has the power to influence tennis matches.
The New Testament is the greatest book on psychology. It shows you how to live victoriously. It's our TV guide to life. It has everything in there for every facet - even how to run a nation.
Disclaimer: the bible is not really a TV guide OR a book on psychology. Do not use at home.
People think it's a book of fear but it is not. It's a book of love and a training manual for life that offers protection from sin. Life is but a wisp. So many turn to God on their deathbeds but if they accepted His love during life they would experience far more blessings. We will pass away, but the scriptures won't.
All those floods and smitings were God’s way of showing LOVE. Don’t you see, he doesn’t mean to hurt you, he just gets so angry, and you didn’t have dinner ready for him when he got home. He works hard you know, and he doesn’t need some ungrateful bitch pissing his money away and telling everyone what a crap husband he is! Stop crying!
We need to turn our minds back to God and I still believe we have the capacity to make that change. Understand that there is a God and that He is real and that He can be part of your life.
Even if you get a restraining order, he’ll always be there.
A nun at my primary school once gave me the cane and it was one of the best lessons of my life. She could see the potential in me long before I did. She gave me a grounding for the future, for which I remain grateful. I didn't have an easy childhood but I had good families around me that sowed into my life. That's what our kids need right now. People who are willing to stand up for them, for our families, in a world where we have become far too scared.
Even though I had a mother and a father, it took an angry virgin in a cape brandishing a stick to teach me how to be a good person. This kind of negates my argument, but I just really like hitting kids. 
 Margaret Court is a pastor and a former world No.1 tennis player

Lizzyish likes pasta and writes a blog about stuff. She finds tennis really boring. 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

On Being an Adult


Things.


I’ve done a lot of adult things in the last few weeks. I’ve bought a car, I’ve moved in with my long-term partner, we’ve moved to Dalby, I’ve driven back in order to finish working at my full time career job. We bought all the adult things (see picture for evidence) and set up our house like adults. Somehow, somewhere along the line I became a grown up and can do all the things I used to think were the sole domain of grown ups like pay bills and talk to strangers on the phone and work 5 days a week and remember to brush my teeth.

And yet, this morning I spent a CONSIDERABLE amount of time looking at pictures and videos on the internet of a certain Mister Benedict Cumberbatch. I watched movie trailers of the Hobbit persuasion, I trawled tumblr for all the Sherlock pictures. I didn’t get out of bed until after midday.

Tonight I’m going to go see the Muppets. I can quote Toy Story, The Emperor’s New Groove and large sections of Finding Nemo exceedingly accurately. I could talk to you for HOURS on the merits of each Hogwarts house (yes, even the Hufflepuffs, though I maintain that many of them are there because they fulfill the requisite “puff” requirements).

What makes an adult then? Can an adult seriously maintain a blog about this kind of stuff? Do most people suddenly stop enjoying the things they enjoyed when they were younger and start only enjoying wine and talking about politics and making children? (well the making part’s alright, it’s the other part I don’t understand, the bit with the snot and the crying).

I am genuinely, seriously, considering getting a tattoo.  A Harry Potter tattoo. And a little part of my brain (and probably yours, too) keeps thinking, tattoos are for life, are you sure you want that? And then the rest of my brain thinks, honestly and genuinely, I’m never going to stop loving Harry Potter. It’s never going to stop meaning all the things it means to me. The smell of those books is never going to stop making me feel 11 again. If 80-year-old Lizzy doesn’t want a Harry Potter tattoo then she should probably go read the books again, it’s probably been more than 12 months. Maybe her eyes are going, hey! 80-year-old Lizzy! Get the audio books with Stephen Fry doing all the voices, then you’ll remember.

Can an adult have a Harry Potter tattoo? Can an adult get stupidly excited about the Hobbit films? Can an adult buy cornettos and put them in the work freezer to have as afternoon treats? You’re damn right they can! In fact that last one is genius if I do say so myself. An adult can still say the phrase ‘grown up’ like it’s a foreign concept, and maintain healthy adult relationships and a job and stuff, if they want.

And if you think otherwise, you’re not a grown up… you’re boring. 



P.S This adult has started making videos now too. Check, check, czech em out http://www.youtube.com/user/lizzyish8/videos 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Country/Girl – First Impressions


 The drive to Dalby takes 3 hours, 4 and a bit if you stop for second breakfast in Toowoomba. “What about elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, he knows about those, doesn’t he?” My first impression of the drive was that it wasn’t so bad really. My second impression was that maybe I should have a second bum that I can swap in when the first goes numb. Also some people drive like psychopaths the second they get out of sight of a town. “Civilisation can’t see me! Quick, overtake at 120 into oncoming traffic!” Other than a numb bum and near death, it wasn’t so bad really.

My first impression of the town was, “wow! Small!” Then, “huh, flat”, then “aw, pretty” and finally “ah! Hot!” We did a little recon trip to the school where Boyfriend will be working. It’s quite big and has a lot of art rooms. Also the year 11 and 12 lunch areas are brightly painted and fun, still strewn with photos and cards from graduation.

We were up there to look for houses in which to live. As Boyfriend is moving there ON FRIDAY it seems kind of prudent that he might have somewhere to put his things and sleep in. It really won’t do to have the new teacher sleeping on the street and piling stuff up under bridges. Though he is a drama teacher… weird shit like that is to be expected sometimes I think. My first impression of real estate agents in the Dalb was the same you might have anywhere “WHY ARE YOU SO RUDE AND SNOOTY ALL I WANT TO DO IS GIVE YOU MONEY AND MAYBE YOU CAN LET ME LIVE IN A HOUSE?” It wasn’t all bad, but there were some corkers. By lunch time I was tired and grumpy, sunburnt and disheartened with the whole thing. And we hadn’t even inspected any places yet! The Coffee Club stinged us $60 for lunch, just like home! So nice to have a bit of familiarity in your luncheon… or was it elevensies?

We had one really nice real estate agent. And in the end, after a few inspections, we put down applications on two places through her. We are waiting to hear finalisation, but it’s looking like we’ve been successful with one of them. So huzzah! The Drama teacher Bridge Troll of Dalby will have to wait for another opportunity for his reign of terror.

My first impression of the drive home was “hurrrrrngh! Why?” and my first impression of my bed when we got home was “zzzzzzzzzzzz”.

x

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Writer's Tale


So I’m reading this.


It’s both simultaneously amazing and awful. Amazing because it’s Doctor Who, and it’s writing. It’s Russell T Davies explaining his process and his ideas and how he gets it done and why he does it. Awful because it’s Russell T Davies explaining how hard it is, and how manic he gets. How it only gets done because he smokes 50 cigarettes and gets drunk and doesn’t see his boyfriend for 2 months and hates everything. It’s an amazing writer being human and normal and a bit fucked. And I’m reading it and I’m thinking, well fuck. Go and get a job in mining or something, being creative is terrible.

Hello and welcome to my blog 2012. I’m not even going to explain why I haven’t been writing since November because it’s boring and mundane. I will give you a list of things I’ve done since we last spoke, which is also boring and mundane, and does in part explain my silence, but at least looks like I’ve achieved some stuff.

- Made the trailer for “Magic Inc”, entered it into the competition, didn’t win. Got a bit down about that, then got over it a bit too.
- started trying out some more comedy stuff on my twitter, rather than always whingeing about stuff
- whinged about stuff on my twitter
- Made the decision to move away from my home city to a rather small and far away town.
- Moved house (not to the small and far away town, not yet)
-       It’s funny how those words, “moved house” just don’t even a little bit cover the weeks of stress and madness, the look on your boyfriend’s face as you ask him to carry a fridge down the stairs, the pain of dealing with a real estate agent who thinks you owe them money, knowing you are going to lose that battle inevitably, and the kind of sweat only moving furniture can induce.
- moved in with my boyfriend, he’s nice
- Quit my job in order to facilitate aforementioned small town move (still working there, till March)
- Got really drunk too many times
- Bought a car
-       yes, that’s a thing I have done with all the insanity of sorting out insurance and rego and oh my god I bought a car
- Christmas
- New Years
- bought vintage clothes and some new shoes despite being poorer than I’ve been in years (please see earlier entry, “Bought a car”)
- watched a lot of TV

So, yeah. Russell T Davies is making me feel all sorts of things about writing that I haven’t stopped to feel before. All year I’ve been slowly thinking about how fun it would be to write and now here I am, about to embark on a crazy country town adventure, where I will actually have time and space to write and all I can think is actually maybe I want to work in a bank. Also Ianto. Fuck you Davies, fuck you.

But in spite of all these doubts I’ve got big plans for the blog in the new year. Oh I know everyone says that, but I think we’ve already established that I don’t give a fuck if my ventures don’t quite happen the way I planned, or if I, for example, quietly give up on the weekly challenges without telling anyone. So at the moment what I’m thinking is MOAR BLOGS – a few a week, with a sort of plan in mind for how often but without the strict Monday deadline. Something like, about 3 a week and there’ll always be one on a Sunday or something. I want there to be a few kinds of blogs – comedy, rant, review, amusing horoscopes, also I’m going to vlog. I’m thinking challenges may stay and possibly there’ll be one a week entitled “Country/Girl” that track my trials and tribulations as a city girl suddenly jobless and alone in Dalby.

This is Dalby:








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