30 May, 2007

A Dozen Gris Quotes

Zeitgeisters, as you know, this site is has a love-hate relationship with the television series CSI. Today, this continues as we mine the first CSI (the one I insist on referring to as Original Recipe) for verbal gems.

William Petersen plays CSI’s resident Sherlock Holmes-type, Gil Grissom. He follows obscure trails of evidence until they reveal the story of that week’s murder.

I dug up these quotes from various CSI sites and I observed a good deal of love for The Gris. There are a number of folk on-line who want to dim the lights and get freaky with this fictional forensic ‘tec. Since I only feel that way about Mrs C from Happy Days, I deem the Grissom Groupies sickos whereas I am merely eccentric.

Gris has a way with a one-liner. Check it out:
People don't vanish Jim, it's a molecular impossibility.”

“Amazing how the sight of blood can clear a room.”

“It took five people to kill him. It would only have taken one person to ask him if he was okay.”

“It looks like these guys went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.”

“Yeah. I'm pretty good at mouth-to-mouth.”

“No man is a complete mystery except to himself..”

“Looking for things, analyzing them, trying to figure out the world... that's the life.”

“If you're looking the clock, you aren't looking the case.”

“What makes him a freak, besides his shirt?”

“Wherever you live is your temple, if you treat it like one.”

“If you chase two rabbits, you lose them both.”

“When you assume you make an ass out of you and me.”

Keep watching, a quotable quote is just around the corner!

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

27 May, 2007

Skivvy, Biker Man & Louise

Zeitgeisters, I was buying groceries this evening at my local Super IGA store. I was behind a couple in the dairy aisle. She looked early 20s, tall, blonde, wearing jeans, a scarf and a skivvy. He was late 20s, tall, blonde wearing jeans and a biker jacket. - they were a cute couple, catalogue material. I could also see a very attractive young woman, early 20s, dressed in a black leather jacket and skirt, her hair in a bob – a la Louise Brooks. Biker Man caught sight of Louise and more or less wolf-whistled while his arm was around Skivvy.

I say more or less, because he swallowed the sound before it fully resolved into a whistle. It came out like a high-pitched rush of air. A sharp sigh which might have been interpreted as, “Check out all these product lines. Super IGA is really diverse.”

A piece of Biker Man’s brain was acting as though he was hanging out with a buddy. “Fwaugh, check it out,” that part emoted, but another bit of his brain was saying, “Abort. Abort. Engage hanging out with girlfriend sub-routine.” Skivvy was concentrating on the specials and missed the whole thing.

I thought perhaps I wasn’t seeing what I was seeing and they all knew each other. You can visualise the scenario. He whistles and says, “Hey, Louise (subtext – old buddy) you’re looking amazing,” “Yeah, I’ve just been to an audition and aced it,” Louise would reply. And it would be like an episode of FRIENDS or something similar. But as Skivvy moved off to pick up a carton of milk, Biker Man swivelled around the full 180 to suss out Louise as she rounded the corner and out of his sight.

It gets Mr Trivia’s pick as the most puzzling piece of behaviour I’ve seen all week, and we’re still only at the beginning.

Elevate the Insignificant

Mr Trivia

24 May, 2007

Radio Songs


Zeitgeisters,

Here’s the scenario:

You’re driving and you’ve got the radio on. You’re nearing home. You are right into the song you’re listening to. You can choose to either arrive home and stop the car mid-song or you can take a slightly longer route to your driveway and thereby catch the end of the song.

What song have you ever driven just a little bit longer to hear the end of? Or if you’re not a car person, what song do you always have to hear all the way to the end no matter where you are or what you’re doing?

I have been known to do this for anything from the “Gos-Gos’We Got The Beat through to Silverchair’s Straight Lines. So don’t hold back.

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

p.s. The top five favourite things responses from many moons ago, are below.

South Perth Reverie


Zeitgeisters,

For those of you who have been with me from the start, you know I’m all about Perth, and even more I’m all about South Perth. If you’re sitting in Shanghai or New York or Salzburg or Rio or somewhere, reading this and thinking, Man, that Perth, Western Australia sounds like the place to be, then you’d be right.

The artwork above attempts to give you some idea of the vista you will have in store for you when you arrive. The photo is mid-1990s but basically it only omits the awesome Belltower and the even more awesome Perth Convention Exhibition Centre.

My bit, South Perth, is very middle-class and lovely. I’m a short walk from the Swan River (see picture) and can have a coffee whilst watching porpoises frolic at the Mend Street Jetty if I please. Okay, I only saw the porpoises once, but that’s pretty good.

Last Sunday I encountered the well-heeled urchins of our area, twice.

The first time was at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning or as some would describe it, 9.30am. I could hear the door bell buzzers being rung in our building. Then my buzzer rang. Then more buzzing. Usually this means a religious representative, a person-of-faith, is searching for someone to proselytise. I’m never rude to them, I merely say “No thank you.”

I can see the front gate from my flat. I grumpily got out of bed and cracked open my front door. Five well-dressed, non-Oliver Twist-like urchins of approximately fourteen years of age stood there radiating good-health. They laughed lightly to each other as they moronically pressed on the various buzzers. “Hey,” I said in a scratchy voice that made them turn as one, “PISS OFF!!” They stopped immediately turned and walked off. One politely threw back a “Sorry!” as he departed.

Later on in the day whilst on the Angelo Street strip, (Actually, it’s not a strip yet, but if we Angeloni* talk it up, then who knows?) I spotted more, or perhaps the same, urchins picking mandarins from a street tree. They were on each others shoulders to reach the higher up fruit. It reminded me of the sort of thing that author Tom Hungerford might have penned about his days in South Perth when it was semi-rural and there were market gardens along Mill Point Road.

Speaking of T.A.G.(Tom) Hungerford, I struggled to find a good on-line bio of the author. The Perth Theatre Company one is fine, but the fact I didn’t have, say, seven or eight to choose from in the first two pages of a Google search, says something about how we in Perth regard our home-grown talent. Interesting.

Elevate The Insignificant

Mr Trivia

*Note: Please note my coining of the neologism Angeloni to refer to the people living in the Angelo Street Precinct of South Perth. Obviously I based this construction on the more famous Angeleno to describe a denizen of Los Angeles. Feel free to share this new word with your friends and family. And yeah, I guess Angelono would be the singular form but it sounds naff. Lingo buffs please rush to commend/condemn.

22 May, 2007

Noir MacMurray



Zeitgeisters,

It’s harsh to judge an artist, an act or any on-going entertainment by the latter part of her/his/its career. Madonna isn’t really Hung Up, just as Sting isn’t only Sting he’s also The Police and HAPPY DAYS isn’t the final years when Richie got posted to Greenland. You will have your own examples, I am sure.

This brings me slowly and contrived-ly to Fred MacMurray, of television’s MY THREE SONS (1960-72). MacMurray played widower Steve Douglas. Steve Freakin’ Douglas with the cardigans, pipe and widow’s-peak coiff; he had a “laid-back” but firm way of raising his Three Sons. His supposedly likeable persona, kind of a cut-rate Jimmy Stewart, was phoney as. I’m not referring to the man himself (of whom I know little) but his actual performance as the Douglas patriarch, that, to modern eyes, seems at best phoned in. At worst he comes across like the most distant and uninvolved of the television fathers of that era. Check Steve Douglas’s eyes, people, he doesn’t give a toss about Chip, Ernie or Rob.

This may have something to do with the so-called “MacMurray Method" of shooting the series. The Museum of Broadcast Communications explains the method like this:
Before he agreed to his contract, Fred MacMurray queried veteran television performer, Robert Young, about Young's workload. Upon Young's complaint about television's time-consuming schedule, MacMurray insisted on a unique shooting plan that was to be copied by other top actors and christened "the MacMurray Method." This so-called "writer's nightmare" stipulated that all of MacMurray's scenes were to be shot in 65 non-consecutive days. All other actors had to complete their fill-in shots while MacMurray was on vacation. Practically speaking, this meant the series had to stockpile at least half a season's scripts before the season ever began so that MacMurray's role could be shot during his limited work days.

This tale might be apocryphal, and although I have seen it cited in various places around the net (here and here) these references all seem to rely on each other at least in part. Who knows how true it is?

Accurate or not, Steve Douglas was a lucrative if somewhat naff role for MacMurray. Arguably his best screen creation was in the 1944 film noir DOUBLE INDEMNITY, where he played the non-naff Walter Neff. Neff is an insurance salesman who schemes with femme fatale Phyllis Dietrichson (the awesome Barbara Stanwyck) to kill her husband for the insurance money. If you’ve never seen the film with its souped up dialogue and over-heated tone, then track it down as an example of over-ripe film noir.

Once you’ve seen MacMurray play the weak, cold-hearted Neff, then his performance as Steve Douglas becomes more, rather than less, watchable. If you simply imagine Douglas as Neff, biding his time, searching for a way to bring the travesty of his middle-class existence as an aeronautical engineer to an end. This reading makes the detachedness of Steve Douglas far more persuasive and a little poignant. – even if it is completely wrong.

Elevate The Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

Brown Paper Packages



Zeitgeisters,

Months ago I put out the call for your lists of your favourite things a-la the treacly Rodgers and Hammerstein ditty that we all know so well, from the best anti-nazi feature film of all time, THE SOUND OF MUSIC. I can hear Julie Andrews mannered inflections even as I write this,

I wasn’t swamped with replies, but here they are in all their ‘is-ness’.

My original list was:
1. Coffee
2. The Internet
3. My iPod
4. My digital Camera
5. Democracy


But then I posted this second list:

1. Nena's "99 Luft Balloons"
2. Persian carpets
3. Bruce Lee's "Fists of Fury"
4. The light reflecting off the river at sunset
5. mangoes in any form

There followed:
1. sex
2. drugs
3. rock & roll
4. sex
5. drugs


-Paul-


1. My aubergine coloured '98 Commodore
2. The Proposition film
3. Gregory Maguire's Wicked book
4. The band Calexico
5. Learning to speak Italian


-Jacob-


1. The smell of a clean baby
2. a rain storm coming in over the Swan river
3. the taste of expensive chocolate
4. a beautifully spoken sentence
5. a hot shower


-CJ-


1. Tissues
2. Nurofen
3. Water
4. Two of us
5. Tissues – you can never have too many


-Alison-

1.Whiskers off kittens
2.Kamal
3.Snowdomes
4.George A Miller's 1956 'Magic Number 7' article
5.Going wild like a blister in the sun


- Mike Bourne-

Thank you all for your input. May unalloyed joy be your constant, nagging companion for the rest of your lives. Thank you for putting hand to keyboard.

Elevate the insignificant

Mr Trivia

19 May, 2007

Coiffure Fury



Zeitgeisters,
I don’t mind it when Miss Raspberry Beret asks me if what she’s wearing is hot, happening, kicking out the jams, etc. This is a dread area for many guys but I’ve watched enough Trinny and Susannah or QUEER EYE to give it a red hot go.

However, I can’t answer any of her questions about hair. Freakin’ hair. A Woman’s Crowning Glory etc. When posited a follicular styling question, I revert to being Mr C from HAPPY DAYS, or Fred Mertz from I LOVE LUCY or Fred MacMurray from MY THREE SONS (more on MacMurray soon). That is to say, as hapless as any iconic 1950s television husband when faced with something feminine.

So the other day we’re getting ready to go out and Miss RB says, “I don’t know what to do with my hair. What do you think?” I try severally to weasel out of it. I distract with light chat about climate change. I attempt to make it a feminist issue that simply doesn’t involve my input. “But I value your opinion,” Miss RB says. So I employ hyperbole. “This conversation is making my organs bleed,” I whine. Finally I draw the line in the sand, “I genuinely don’t have an opinion about this,” I said.

“Of course you have an opinion,” she replied, “You’re a blogger – you have an opinion about everything.”

Hoist by my petard.

Mr Trivia

Ain't She Swede?

CORRECTION:

Anonymous has alerted me to the fact that Anni-Frid Lyngstad was, in fact, born in Norway and is of German and Norwegian origin. She is famous for being one of the "A's" is Swedish pop group, ABBA, just in case you're a Generation Y-type for whom all of this is mere ancient history.


My incorrect blog entry is here.

Thanks for checking my facts, Anonymous. Maybe you're re-claiming her for Norway, which is understandable - she's Anni-Frid.

Elevate The Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

P.S. And yes I see it is Anni-Frid rather than Anna-Frid. Will rectify soon.

13 May, 2007

Say What You Mean



Zeitgeisters,
It was the March Hare who was pointed out to Alice that saying what you mean is not the same as meaning what you say.

Writers deal with this question all the time. Sometimes phrased as “What am I trying to say?” This is always a good thing to ask oneself. You start a piece or a script or an article thinking you have a clear idea of what you wish to express, but by the end, the meaning has leaked away. Or perhaps your powerful notion was only worth a couple of good lines; you can’t tell until you’ve done the work.

Sometimes I wonder what others are trying to express. I was driving behind a reasonably expensive, late model vehicle last week and the licence plate that read MBZZLD. Funny. I assumed it was meant, jocularly: “I got this car by embezzling funds from work”. Although, without knowing the context, the plate might have meant: “This is all I have left, after my money was embezzled from my business by my shonky accountant.”

Later in the week I saw a woman in the Woolstores Shopping Centre in Fremantle wearing a t-shirt that said ANGRY, YOUNG and BROKE. She was clearly middle-aged. Did she still think of herself as young? Or was she being some kind of ironic wiseacre?

As I was buying groceries this evening, I spotted a sign in a window looking for a lead singer for a band. The right candidate has to be “charismatic and hard-working”. I have seen both in the same package before, but not often. Is it because people with natural charisma often don’t learn a work ethic because they don’t have to? No, I’ve descended to sweeping generalisations yet again.

My favourite piece of writing for this week is the slogan: “Creativity Beyond Imagination.” This is the positioning statement for the chain of Australian bead stores named Beadsy Beads. That’s beyond my imagination anyway.

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

12 May, 2007

It Might As Well Be Spring


Zeitgeisters,

Recently saw Video Hits on the telly and witnessed the host, Fuzz, and her American guest, Chris Brown, discussing his tour of Oz in the Fall. Neither seemed aware that this might kinda, sorta mean Australian Spring. They were having a little trouble doing the seasonal translation.

It is of course insanely complex. The seasons being reversed between the hemispheres and Fall being the term used there and Autumn here and etc. Crazy times. But according to the Internet, Chris Brown’s Fall might start with the September Equinox (23rd) and go through to the December Solstice (22nd) which co-incides roughly with Australian Spring which begins on September the 1st and goes through to November the 31st.

So, Aussie Chris Brown fans, get excited somewhere between the Northern Hemisphere’s Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice. Woot!

Elevate The Insignificant

Mr Trivia

07 May, 2007

Logie Rhymes With...


Zeitgeisters,

It’s fashionable in certain types of blogs to be snarky about Australian television’s night of nights, the Logie Awards. Mr Trivia’s Tract will do nothing to reverse this trend. However in the interests of full disclosure, I must admit, that I only occasionally flicked over to last night’s awards show. It just wasn’t that compelling.

If you don’t watch something from end to end, then it is quite possible that the bits you missed were brilliant, funny, witty and truly entertaining. If switching over is a matter of timing and accuracy similar to throwing darts, let’s just say I didn’t get near the bullseye all night.

The red carpet was brought to us by cosmetic giant Maybelline. Austereo Network’s Jackie O was out-there ‘interviewing’ with a bold look that might be described as ‘exploded Barbie’. Channel 9’s Jules Lund, whom I’ve been very snarky about on occasion, was quite good. He seemed to understand the gig wasn’t too serious. When he interviewed Network 7’s Sonia Kruger about her silver frock, she pointed out the dangling bits of glass at the back, rather like shards of chandelier. “I could poke someone’s eye out with these if I need to,” she said demonstrating graphically by poking one towards Lund.

Michael Weatherly who plays DiNozzo on American crime series NCIS was also out on the carpet. He seemed to be going through that cognitive shift that many visiting US artists have during an event such as this; cameras are going off, there are cheering fans, interviewers with mics, but the visitor doesn’t recognise any of the other celebrities. Weatherly tried to penetrate the interviewer’s accent and answer politely. He was tall, handsome and didn’t outright insult our nation. This was all that was required of him.

Eventually, I returned to see Adam Hills do the hosting gig. I’ve seen Hillsy at the helm of ABCTV’s SPICKS AND SPECKS. He’s good at what he does, but if you’ve seen him doing stand-up in the last 18 months, then you already knew most of his ‘bits’. It was a greatest hits gig that included ‘Australian’s have a rising inflection’ and ‘I have an artificial foot’ getting a look in. He also did ‘Steve Irwin’ which was extra weird because Irwin’s widow, Terri, and their child, Bindi, were in the room. Hillsy went over big, though, and if he saw this as his opportunity to blitz the largest commercial Australian audience he is ever likely to have, then he took the ball and ran with it.

If you wanted comedy with a bit more bite, ROVE’s Dave Hughes was in slammin’ form. He never says anything really brilliant, but he is funny. Everyone copped it from the homeless to Austereo’s Kyle Sandilands, whom Hughesy described as ‘a dickhead’. This got quite a big laugh and Hughesy had another go which I missed because I was laughing so hard. TV viewers know Kyle through his appearances as a judge on AUSTRALIAN IDOL. He is not up to much in the looks department and wears his suit like he picked it off the Internet, yet seems to feel quite happy earning money by dissing the appearance and fashion choices of teenage female Idol contestants. He absolutely hated being insulted by Dave Hughes and had a boiled angry look as he sullenly applauded the gags.

Triple Ms Fifi Box, who can be entertaining, did a terrible job interviewing three of the actors from the upcoming superhero flick THE FANTASTIC FOUR ARE BORED WITLESS BY THE SILVER SURFER. That might be the working title. Michael Chiklis, Jessica Alba and Ioan Gruffud were all going through some kind of cognitive shift and seemed to be answering questions as if underwater. Or maybe that’s how it feels to be a big fish in a little pond. Not sure.

Gruffud felt confident enough to diss Alba when she fluffed her autocue line. He followed this up by faultlessly reading his lines. I was as though he was saying, “RADA training versus acting on US TV - take that.” No wonder the Americans hate the English, even when they’re Welsh.

Actual gongs were handed out eventually. I missed almost all of these, but I did catch part of what seemed like a very long thank you speech from Daryl Somers for whatever Logie DANCING WITH THE STARS won. Sonia Kruger was up there with him and understood that keeping it brief was a requirement. Daryl seemed set to do the full three hours of his old HEY HEY gig. As was said by someone else in the room where I was watching, “He really needs Dicky Knee to pop up and cut it short about now.”

The last bit I saw was ROVE’s Hamish and Andy on the couch with NCIS’s Michael Weatherly who seemed more relaxed now. Much more relaxed. He flicked his mic backwards and forwards and played with the little foam bit on top. His NCIS character is meant to be a cut up and for a moment there was that fear, that he was about to ramble endlessly in search of a punchline that would never come. These fears were allayed when Weatherly started commenting about the sponsors’ backdrop. He mentioned Maybelline twice and out of context before answering any of Hamish or Andy’s questions.

They asked him whether playing a cop on television meant he was ever tempted to take the law into his own hands. He explained that he had no superpowers, just a badge, a plastic gun and scripted dialogue, which he says whenever he hits a green tape, mark on the floor. He also explained that he says his dialogue as written unless he forgets and then he makes it up. An American actor taking the piss out of himself. So far so good. Weatherly coughed and mentioned Maybelline again. Hamish said he’d get thirty dollars more for that.

Then Hamish and Andy asked what was probably the worst question they could have come up with. It went something like this: “You used to date the beautiful Jessica Alba who is of course here tonight, how unlucky is it to travel halfway across the world to bump into your ex-girlfriend.” Weatherly who was in the country with his current girlfriend said, “Am I awake?” which was a reasonable response to this surreal turn of events. Then said, “You know that Jessica is an exquisite creature, I bumped into her earlier and it was fine. She gave me a black eye which I then covered up with Maybelline.” Suddenly Weatherly was bucking for Ronn Moss status. It was a very good answer to a crappy and awkward question.

Oh yes, and actor Kate Richie won the Gold Logie pretty much for playing the part of Sally in HOME AND AWAY for twenty years. And why not? Give her three more I say.

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

03 May, 2007

For Your Consideration #2


Zeitgeisters,

This is part 2 in an occasional series about the run to next year’s Oscars. And dammit its not too early. As I explained before, it’s the power of zeitgeist that could net these apparent Oscar Outsiders the coveted small, gold bald guy. This, that is to say us, and a word-of-mouth campaign started here, rather than mere talent, could snag someone the entertainment universe’s most coveted touchstone of validation! Glory, glory!

Paris Hilton. What can we say that hasn’t already been said? She’s the It girl who produces nothing but whose every step is lit by the flickering light of a thousand flash bulbs. She’s the icon of a culture that celebrates the way things look and the emotional sound-bite over achievement and rational thought.

She deserves her own Oscar category.

Unfortunately since her turn in the remake of HOUSE OF WAX(2005) her only roles are in a film called BOTTOMS UP (2006) and a National Lampoon flick called PLEDGE THIS! (2006). We can probably let go of the latter film as an Oscar contender, but check out the plot of BOTTOMS UP according to IMdB:
“Owen Peadman (Jason Mewes) is a Minnesota bartender who arrives in Los Angeles to try to help his father raise money to save his small restaurant. Owen shacks up with his gay uncle Earl (David Keith) and tries to integrate himself into the high society of Hollywood where a chance run-in with a wealthy socialite named Lisa Mancini (Paris Hilton) and her uptight actor boyfriend Hayden Field (Brian Hallisey). Owen, using a little influence and blackmail, gets a taste of the fast and sordid and scandalous lifestyles of the Hollywood upper crust while dealing with his growing romantic feelings he has for Lisa.”

Sounds like Oscar Gold to me, people.

Let the chattering begin!

Mr Trivia

When A Pineapple Rings...

Zeitgeisters, you may remember the pineapple fritter of yesteryear. You can still find them where ever people don't give a tinker's cuss about cholesterol, low GI et al. If you've never had the pleasure of eating one of these culinary throwbacks, it's a pineapple ring covered in thick batter and deep fried in animal fat. It's usually served with ice cream that melts quickly upon contact with the searing golden dough-casing. The effect is rather like that of a snowman seating himself on a blazing commode! But only if you find that kind of thing funny which frankly I don't. It's quite puerile.

I've never eaten a pineapple fritter that I liked, but the people who used to dine at my parents' various restaurants (owned and run in suburban Perth in the 1980s) used to order these bloated rings of superheated fat time after time.

The fritters look something like the picture above, which is sourced from the Australian site of fast food company Red Rooster. There's an even more evocative pic in to be found at the site of a fellow Perth blogger, The Food Pornographer - the entry and her site are here.

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia

All Ords Rising


Well Zeitgeisters,

Our Prime Minister, John Howard, recently kicked off a series of Liberal policies speeches entitled Australia Rising. The title has a US feel – imagine “America Rising” and is of course very heavily about economics, which is the PM playing to his strength. He’s won all his election battles of the last decade using his economic nous and he may win the next one this way, too.

Despite my disagreeing with every word he uttered (no surprises there) it’s a very cleverly crafted speech. The only section that really peaked my interest, in terms of perplexing nuttiness, was near the end where he once again doesn’t quite get the notion of climate change. He says, “History shows that economic growth and technological change have given mankind not just greater material wealth, but also cleaner air and water.“

Economic growth and technology made the water and air cleaner? History really shows us that?

Unfortunately for us, but fortunately for him, he doesn’t elaborate on this intriguing statement. It does suggest that before Capitalism arrives on the scene with the twin gifts of economic growth and technological change, that Mother Nature might be a little lax in caring for the environment.

Filthy water making you nauseous? Just hit it with a drop of Dow Jones. Dirty air making you cough? Neutralise that with a little NASDAQ.

Read just how Australia will continue to rise, here.

Elevate the Insignificant,

Mr Trivia