Thursday, March 26, 2009

Be Rock Like Me; With Aimee-Lee


I have the great pleasure of working in an organisation where I am surrounded by awesome 'rock' people. Hell, by association only, I have managed to rub shoulders with Sydney's 'rock' elite and sometimes they let me be seen in public with them. IF I walk ten paces behind at all times.

I cornered my co-worker, Aimee-Lee, who was approached in our staff kitchen. A colleague unknown to the both of us approached her (timidly, of course) and told her she always looked "So Rock," which made Aims half-smile. This is a big compliment in the rock world. Then said colleague and I both watched in total awe as she carried on making her fair-trade-rainforest-friendly green tea.



In awe of such recognition, I asked if she would let me interview her. She sighed, rolled her eyes and said "Whatever," before taking scissors to her fringe to make it just that little bit blunter.


Rarrie: Hi Aimee-Lee!

Aimee-Lee: Hi.

How are you?

Fucking tired. I'm so hungover.

Oh. Well that's no good you silly goose!

...

Sorry to disturb you. Is it cool if we do that interview?

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

Rad! So tell me, You have been classified as “so rock and roll” in the staff kitchen. Do you know why?

There are a lot of reasons. To start with, I wear really cool clothes – tight jeans, band t-shirts... anything black or with rips. I also avoid making eye contact with anyone which gives me an air of superiority synonymous with being rock. This isn’t even something I do consciously but something that occurs very naturally to me, because I know that no one else in the staff kitchen is actually worth looking at (with the exception of a few of my “rock colleagues”).

Like me?

No.

Oh. Okay! Well, in THAT case? How does a real rock chick respond to compliments?

As if you hear them all the time – which I do.

I see. Can you tell the readers of Rarried Away how a real rock chick like you should wear their hair?

You can either wash it and straighten it so you look like a hardcore bitch, or you can leave it unwashed and messy which is how I have mine right now. Invest in some dry shampoo – it stops your hair going greasy whilst allowing you to maintain the “i just rolled out of bed after smoking heaps of joints all night rolled for me by several ridiculously sexy male gimps who want me cos i’m so rock” look. I also find the Fudge range is extremely good for looking trendily nonchalant about your appearance, despite having sculpted your hair for 45 minutes that morning and making regular trips to the bathroom for touch ups.

Gee you'd never know. So Aims, I'm a pretty cheery person. But no-one has ever told me that I look 'so rock right now'. Is it because I look happy? Is it okay for a rock chick to look happy?

The cardinal rule of rock is to look like you don’t care about anything. The only time it’s ok to look happy is when you take your stimulus package into a sweet guitar store and buy yourself a hot new ax courtesy of the government who you’ve been writing angsty, defamatory songs about.

Wow. So I guess you're a real rock chick then huh?

Get fucked.

...

...

Kay. So, in a few words, can you define something that is "so not rock?"

Paper, Scissors.

Oh LOL. You are so funny Aims!


...

Onto the serious stuff. Say I wanted to be rock like you, what bands would I listen to?

They’re all so obscure you wouldn’t have heard of them, and if I actually tried to enlighten your musical experience by sharing them with you they wouldn’t be cool anymore.


Gee. It's a real process isn't it?

...

Anyhoo. I notice when I, and less cool workmates, are enjoying pub lunch steaks at the Grand Hotel, you opt to eat your own lunch which is usually tofu and vegetables. Should a true rock chick be a vegetarian?

That’s a hard one. You can either be a rock chick who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or you can be a do-gooder rock chick who uses her powers of persuasion to educate people about things like animal rights and the environment. Personally I am a big fan of nature and I often take psychedelic drugs to be more in touch with the natural world and all of its creatures (taking drugs is a very rock thing to do) so I tend not to eat the animals I catch up with while I’m trippin’. But you do have to be careful not to become one of those annoying vegetarian rockstars ala Daniel Johns or Moby.

Even I know Moby sucks. But he was pretty good at Splendour a few years back!

...

Alrighty then, so if I were a rock chick and I wanted to get any sort of job, what sort of job to support my rad band, would be considered rock enough as an occupation?

Anything that provides you with the money and the time to get coke, bitches, and sweet instruments.

No surprises there. So Aims, what is your most rock acheivement to date?


I played a festival in England with one of my favourite bands who were total junkies and smoked heroin before going on stage and yelled at me for taking photos of them. That was pretty rock.


Woah. That sounds really wacky and crazy.


Don't say wacky ever again.


uh, okay, I swear I won't. Please don't hate me?


...


Well, getting close to the end now.
Wrapping up, what sort of company should a rock chick keep?

Rock chicks should be comfortable hanging out solo but should also surround themselves with other creative types to steal ideas off. It’s particularly useful to hang out with obscure indie-no-hopers who smoke a lot of pot and won’t notice when you rip off their riffs and steal their lyrics.

Oh haha. That's so clever. Hey I wrote this really awesome song, do you wanna jam with me sometime after work?

...

Get back to me. K, so, finally,
how else can I refer to you besides rock chick?

Your idol.

Sweet. Well, thanks so much for your time Aimee-Lee. I'll let you get back to it! Hey! What are you putting in your tea?

Tequila.


Oh.





Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Pocket Money from Big Kev



So okay, Kevin Rudd is apparently giving a $950 tax bonus or whatever he's calling it, to low - middle income earners. This pretty much means anyone who works and earns under $100,000 - as is my understanding, which I'm sticking to for now.

It got me thinking. Not only do I feel the need to quash the uneasy about our country potentially being in a lot of economic trouble and wondering exactly how this process is going to work, If I am in fact eligible for said $950, not only would it be a dream come true and I could, you know, pay an entire month's rent with that money, or I could buy...


SOMETHING RIDICULOUS!

(It's an idea I have for a game show. Don't steal it. Basically the contestants get a fistful of cash and instead of paying off their credit cards, *cough* they go through a series of hilarious escapades to find their ridiculous item of the value of the money they are given. Winner is the person with the most ridiculous item, judged by Marcia Hines and (probably Dannii Minogue seeing as she's got nothing else to do) and the winner gets to keep not only their very own ridiculous item, but they get to keep the items from all the other contestants too. GENIUS.)

without further ado...

1) $950 Haircut! Omg!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/12/11/950-haircuts-hit-the-blac_n_150171.html


I could offer you the exact same haircut for free with my hairdressing scissors I bought from woolies. WHAT A SAVING!

2) $950 Cocktail called the Ruby Red

http://spirits.luxist.com/2005/12/15/ruby-red-the-950-cocktail/




The secret is there's a real ruby in it. what? Too bad if you swallow it I guess...


3) $950 DEPOSIT on a life-size C3PO from Star Wars figurine replica!

https://www.sideshowtoy.com/?page_id=4489&sku=2212




But I can't afford the $5950 price tag unfortunately. Plus I'm not a NERD...


But what I'll probably spend it on is:


*drumroll*

4) 95 boxes of goon @ $10 ea!


once you hit the goon sack, you'll never go back. I like sovereign point. I've only ever spent $10 on it and you get an EXTRA 10% on normal goon brands. OMG.


I'd better get this freakin' money.

xx

Spotlight On: Aussie Rap/Skip Hop


(Shane Skillz - Aussie Rappa)

Whilst researching some gigs for work, as I often do, I came across a strong (cough) anti-drugs campaign. Slightly aggressive, and possibly the worst, most bogan rap I've ever had the displeasure of listening to. Warning, they mean business. No point in me telling you which song it is because it's their only one, and unfortunately it seems they haven't logged in for around two years.

Song Title:
Ballarat Boys aussie rap

Lyrics Snippet:
Smokin' Weed
Takin' Speed
You haven't got any money to have a feed

Hear it at:
myspace.com/ballaratboys

My workmate Andy however, countered my staunch effort to spread the word of the BaLlArAt BoYs (i think that's the super awesome way to write it, i'm so not down), with a brilliant pro-weed track called 'MOLE' by an 'artist' named Shane Skillz.

This guy sadly ain't fo realz, but Public Service Announcement. If you don't like the C-Word, well, let's just say there's enough of that to make my Grandmother have heart failure.

Song Title:
Mole

Lyrics Snippet:

Don't Listen to the words of your father
Smokin' f*ckin' bongs is guaranteed to make you smarter

& (i couldn't leave this out)

My Mum really f*ckin' hates the smell
So I spray a bit of Lynx so the scrag can't tell

Hear it at:
http://www.myspace.com/shaneskillz



I just think he sounds like trent from punchy.
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=0RjC-vh06_c


Keep it real yo.

*Rarriedaway does not condone the use of drugs. Nor the bad rapping about them.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

More Like, Mount Fatlin...




So I was preening myself in the ladies' just before, aka brushing my hair because I hit snooze 4 times this morning on the way to work, and anyhoo, was graced with two chicks walking in to use the facilities. And this my friends, is how wars start.


chick one: Oh, my god. Are you drinking out of the same water bottle as you had yesterday?
chick two: Yeah. Why?
chick one: Oh my god, so I heard that drinking out of plastic bottles can give you cellulite.
chick two: WHAT?
chick one: Yeah, totally. Holy shit you're going to get cellulite.
chick two: HOW?
me: *chuckle*
both: *death stare*
chick one: Oh well, it's something...about the cells...and the recepticals... and... yeah i read it somewhere and then heard it from somewhere else.
chick two: shit this really is terrible news, crap. I'm going to have to just drinking out of glass.
*screech of opening door*
chick three: oh hi guys, why the rasied voices?
chick two: Chick one just told me about how plastic water bottles can give you cellulite!!
chick one: *nods knowingly*
chick three: WHAT THE FUCK?
me: *screech of closing door*


Monday, January 19, 2009

Bus Time Etiquette, With Rarrie Dally-Watkins




It has come to my attention that the greater public is not really aware of how to behave on public transport.

In my own personal interest, as bus is my primary mode of transport in the fair city of Sydney, I have decided that as a public service announcement that I should give you all some pointers.

Firstly, here are some choice tips from a more reputable source, www.sydneybuses.info, which I have added my own personal touches to.

Bus Etiquette

When travelling on Sydney Buses, please be respectful of other passengers by being aware of the following:

Offer your seat to those who need it more than you. If you see someone who is elderly, pregnant, mobility impaired or disabled (or amazingly hurting from a big night on the bolly), you must offer them your seat.

Allow passengers to alight before boarding the bus. (I see examples of this not being followed on a daily basis. I can see what is racing through their minds. "OMG QUICK I NEED TO GET ON THE BUS OMG QUICK. GET OUTTA MY WAY. IT'S GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT ME EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A WHOLE F-ING GROUP OF PEOPLE TRYING TO GET OFF! QUIIIIICCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!!!!#$@#$!@#$@!%)

Do not distract the driver or interfere with the operation of the bus in any way. (Unless you are an aerodynamic engineer of sorts and developing a hybrid vehicle of sorts which both flies and floats. Then by all means, go for it.)

Do not place (old) bags on seats. (Okay that's just silly but really, there are some really annoying old people who board the bus near me who think it's find to take up entire seats with their granny trolley things and bitch about how nose piercings are the work of satan BECAUSE they're old. Not only this but with my own eyes, I have seen the elderly move faster than a speeding bullet to get on the bus first.)

Do not block doorways with yourself or any belongings and allow fellow passengers room to move if they are getting off the bus. (aka, we all know you're massively rich and have a high-flyer corporate job, but for gods sake, unless you are super thin or are happy to read your newspaper with your arms stretched out in front of you in a very tight 'V' shape, save it for your triple shot soy latte break at work)

Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze. (Or talking shit to a poor unsuspecting passenger about your skin disease that 'really looks a lot like cold sores')

If you need to speak on your mobile phone, keep your tone to a minimum level, so as not to disturb others around you. (Also, note well that no one cares about what that bitchy hobag did last night, oh my god, we can't believe it either)

If listening to music, use headphones and be aware of the volume. (Please also be aware that this is indicative of the fact that someone does not want to be talked to. My housemates and I oft catch the same bus together and even though we generally like each other (refer to two posts ago), we even don't talk to each other in the mornings on the bus. Headphone time = My time, or as my Housemate Bubecca likes to refer to it, "sacred time". For busy Gen Y-ers, it's all we have.)

and my final add ons.

For the love of crap, please wear deoderant.

If you are waiting in a queue for a bus, use this opportunity to get your bus/loose change out before you board and can't-find-your-wallet-while-there's-a-30-person-queue-waiting-to-get-on-and-you-laugh-flippantly-and-shake-your-head-while-ferreting-around-in-your-bag-for-5-full-minutes.

If you see someone you recognise on the bus that you haven't seen for a full week, and the bus is crowded, please don't shove your way through the packed bus like a gumby and speak over the top of some poor soul who is sitting next to said acquaintance.

And finally:

Please, if you're flagging down a bus, for your own dignities sake, only do it for a second. If you do it for too long you're at risk of:
a) looking like you're 'heil'in' hitler, or
b) looking like one of those dickheads who goes down to the Martin Place sunrise studios who waves behind Kochie, too busy looking at the screen of themselves than at the camera and appears be having some sort of epileptic episode.

That is all.

Faithfully Yours
xx

Rarrie-Anne-Dally-Watkins

Friday, January 9, 2009