Why migspace was taking back seat..and now it's ridin shotgun

In the vain hope of communicating with whomever originally stopped by for s scathing once-over, I return to the post of self-obsessed web-publishing abuser


in a bizarre moment where I am not - refreshingly - obsessing over ways in which a group of year 6 girls may debate over the virtues of whaling, or hounding some self-proclaimed media expert or the like for a 4th Estate story (this, in fact is not due to any great virtuous act of my own, but more the fact that there is absolutely shit-all to report on in the "maligned democracy" that is our 4th Estate..


Oh, wait, except of course that awesome coincidence of Herald Sun revelation of lil drug moll jr. Dakota Williams goin to some poxy private school - and off our hard-earned tax dollar, fancy! -  but, dang, turns out some lil bastardo already has sorted out this role of media in the death of underworld serial killer, Carl Williams...Case closed, I revert back to the medium partly responsible for killing the industry...


And goatie is a case in point, just how the bloody hell does this "footage" denote even the slightest inclination towards cinematographic merit, almost any youtube clip would boast greater credits...


I believe that it was Leunig that regaled the existence of this deadly assassin, in his book "Goatperson" he pens a poem that concludes..

Good morning, well connected, Goat!

Parental guidance only required in cases of hyper-imagination...


This is all of great concern as I have been in an extremely casual position of radio producer for all of a couple a months and even since then, the signs seem all to point against any potential for a hip and happenin shock jock wannabe as myself..apparently it's all a boy's club, so dang, I am in fact, in the hardcore throes of repressed opression..


But, hey, in fact, I am no longer spending lusty and longing nights in the company of the saucy Spaniard cleaner (whom, for lack of imagination, have dubbed, "Rosa") emerging via secret passageway slinking her way around 2ser, adorned in neon rubber gloves and a world-wearied frown...what with her and the graveyard blues man KK, it was becoming quite the intimate occasion..


What this in fact means is that my sanity levels are increasing with improved production measures of 4th Estate..but hey judge for yourself if you so desire, i enforced a twitter reportage ban awhile back now, so don't think that this is in anyway an inspired or new idea in media reportage..


So, now, I turn back to the old faithful, typing ground that doesn't break off with a dazed look of befuddlement as I continue on in digression...(today on the show was a corker, going from Melbourne Talk Radio to pharmaceutical conspiracy based product placement, although, on paper, it doens't seem like such a stretch..)


So, watch this (mig)space, more shall evolve, including the most amusing anecdotal part of my life, my role as debating coach for Year 5, 6 and 12 girls belonging to one of the most opulent and grandeur educational institutions (the term school doesn't quite cut it here..) that my skanky Newy past has never quite readied me for...


Receiving critical acclaim for excellence in the field of Friday-night pub banter: a startling insight into the pageant world of North Sydney debating competition...expect a wordpress blog, "Mass-Debating"...bedtime now, methinks...

Why super poking takes on a whole new meaning.....

And now for yet another cutting edge revelation to be reported on involving new evidence presented concerning the  psychological/physical/sociological evils attributed to the use of facebook. 


It always comes from some poxy sounding "body of research", inevitably groundbreaking and usually accredited to someone who at least sounds clever enough to boast a doctorate and a lot of time on their hands


- though, let it be said that at my graduation ceremony someone can now claim the title of "doctor" due to an intensive examination into Bollywood dancing - 


Now, it would seem that a bit of social networking on the old fb could in fact give you give you syphilis

well at least this is allegedly the situation currently plaguing certain areas of the UK..to the mass extent of an increase by the "fourfold"


It seems that the likes of Sunderland, Durham and Teeside claim a large number of randy residents intent on mass infection..


kinda like vampires but with even worse consequences than resembling an anaemic Tom Cruise...via complex means of cyber transmission.


Hiding in the devil's lair committing other various social networking crimes of mass application invites and constant attempts to get people to come to watch their boyfriend and his lame band..

So, just remember kids: when logging on to facebook: always use protection

Why Steve Jobs' all Apple(s)

Come on kids...I gotta ship three loads of them new ipads we started demandin' of ya, what do ya reckon, ipods, ibooks, they're all gunna get smaller, and so will you...


Ahh such a life, ordered into an early retirement at the grand old age of ten due to an extension in those nimble little Chinese fingers...


But dang, I mean, it's no picnic being Steve Jobs, now is it?? Sure, sure he's loaded (even more so from this lil shonky buck-passing exercise of endorsing sweatshop labour), but you know he's come from adversity, fought the good fight...is perhaps, terminally ill..?


So from this smh article it hits me: that's why there has been a mass influx of teeny tiny versions of the originals...ipod shuffles are the size of thumbtacks and the like...i almost feel a bit rank owning one myself...then there's been those constant outbursts whereby I loudly extol the virtues of his bloody computers over Gates' Vista friendly PC...("Once you Mac, you never go back," i would declare beaming at my own shameful emac..)


and you know what, the worst thing is that a google search would be all over this as a bloody product placement...and i aint nuffin but a corporate whore..


And for what? It doesn't seem like I would be scoring any bonuses anytime soon off "Give everyone else the" Jobs...


Apologies to Descartes when I say:

iPod, therefore, I am...

with apologies for the numerous template changes, this one is finally vaguely visible i've found, so no more from now on!!!

Why you may just skip this one

 Yep, you know it...I am being hell crass and self-indulgent, (yes, ONCE AGAIN, but hey: such is the nature of blogging generally, yeah..?) but am shamelessly parading my audio wares..


As per my show - TUESDAY OVERDRIVE - I am required to provide regular weekly content by way of segments and such..


So here is a glimpse at what shall be declared "regular" by the week

• 4.30pm: POBJIE'S PISSED: with Ben Pobjie - a satirist
• 5.15pm: ARTY-FACT
• 5.30pm: MUSICAL MICROSCOPE (DEBUT AIRS NEXT WEEK!!!!! YEA YEA!!)

In the meantime, if you haven't been keeping, err, well, "regular", get this dosage of audio metamucil into yr soul (like a birdhouse i guess, a la, They Might Be Giants, but not crappppp)

TRACK #1 - Happy, happy birthday...BENNY BOYYYYY...now here's some syphilis

TRACK #2 - The Latest and Greatest in the GAFFA GALLERY

TRACK #3 - Takin' it to the Streets

TRACK #4 - MUSICAL MICROSCOPE: focussing in on the dawning of low-fi

TRACK #5 - How to be an Artistic Persian Feminist

Why I Love Ads..

I always just pictured some sickly alabaster medic presenting the next project to that uber-chic, cutting edge - practically arthouse - ad agency...

"Now," he says, "it's not an easy one, but we need to make genital herpes sexy...make that quarter of the population feel a little less...well...ostracised like lepers, I guess..."

Well, that's what I envision every time I see a flourid display of sexy undergarments on display while we're told in soothing tones that it's fine to be all red and itchy "below the belt..."

And as such, this recent posting from the legendary media and marketing umbrella site founded by Tim Burrowes called Mumbrella (genius!):

"Scientologists Plan Aussie Ad Blitz" (Feb 3)

Interestingly enough, a focal point in the article revolves around similar issues of banter between me and Ben Pobs on the show: the Indie man of the House, Nick Xenophon, and his Cabinet outburst last year likening Lafayette Ron Hubbard and his sci-fi principles of theology as similar to the workings of a crim gang...

Ben thought that he was simply acting as a mouthpiece against evil forces..His name, after all, bein XENOphon,,closer than any other politician to that of the Intergalactic War Lord, XENU...Crafty..

Anyways, seeing that such a rare and marvellous opportunity presents itself, my mind now wonders at the possibilities... up to a million cinematic greats akin to that of Battlestar Galactica or perhaps the John Travolta remake of Hair Spray???

I guess it is necessary to add that, I am without a TV remote...In fact I cannot recall a time that I have ever lived with one

No, I haven't got "one of those great Universal ones...for all the gadgets and whizzbangs attached to one easy device!"

As such, I watch - and, admittedly, enjoy - ads more avidly than most in this day and age of pausing live TV and what not...So I consider these types of issues that face the journo usurpers, just in case the occasion should so require...

I'm thinking perhaps, a Twilight motif..

Why-red (get it..?!)

The Wire is: (clockwise from back) Michael Edwards, Matt Lane Shevonne Hunt (Producer), Justin Ellis, Marcus Coombs, Mig Caldwell, Paige Nguyen, Mark Robinson (Talks Producer)

THE NEW MEDIA ROUND

Stories that I've produced throughout 2009 - for 2ser's national talks programming The Wire and 4th Estate - have officially inaugurated me into the Twitterati...thank god I was around to cover such hard-hitting stories as online pimping and sexting...