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The Buzz
Posted by sketchy bill in Social Commentary on April 26th, 2010
Ok, so the bee was wrong. Or was it? Many, many things have happened since the day of
The Omen, and here I am back in Canberra for at least the time being. Some say I am a more well rounded individual, which I tend to blame on British beer and roast dinners and a feeling of perpetually being on holiday. Can you believe it has been almost a year since my last post on sketchycrew? There have been so many things I have wanted to share, but nothing more urgent than my horror at the Australian ad where the woman cleans her kitchen bench with a chicken breast. As soon as I can remember who the ad is for, and as soon as I can be bothered, I may send that company an email of scorn. That’ll learn ‘em.
Hey, where is everybody else???
The Omen
Posted by sketchy bill in Social Commentary on May 29th, 2009
Whilst walking to the train station yesterday I saw the strangest thing – a huge British bumblebee banging it’s head on the ground. That’s strange, I thought. Then I got to the train station, only to be surrounded by pigeons in a rather disturbing and unusual way. Weird. I arrived at work, sat down, and another giant bumblebee starting tapping on the window next to me. What a strange day indeed. A couple of hours later a pigeon slammed into the window next to me, causing everyone in the office, including myself, to jump out of their skins. How bizarre, how bizarre.
The next day I was buzzed by a bee, and another bird slammed into the window. A butterfly flapped around the window near me all day. Is something trying to tell me something?
So tomorrow we board a plane to Turkey. My wife suggested that I write this story down somewhere in case of an unfortunate event. See you on the other side.
The 9th of May
Posted by Miss Sass in Social Commentary on April 5th, 2009
I’m going on a seven week trip abroad on the 9th of May. Apart from the obvious benefits of an overseas holiday (adventure, wonder, cuisine, recharging of one’s batteries, finding oneself whilst sitting on a remote mountain cliff in Nepal surrounded by the distant chanting of monks etc), I’ve discovered another excellent benefit of going on fairly prolonged leave from normal life: escapism.
Readers, I don’t mean that lovely feeling of leaving all you worries behind as soon as you board the plane. I mean the exquisite avoidance of real life problems in the weeks and, if you’ve mastered the art, even months leading up to departure day. I have discovered the secret to evasion and detachment. Start planning a holiday months in advance, and then do all you can to focus on the departure day like nothing else matters.
My new mantra: Nothing can stick to me, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can put up with the pile of bullshit that constitutes my job, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can indulge in lust and debauchery with an extremely sexy man who is completely exciting but not at all relationship material because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can eat whatever the hell I want and slack off my on my usually anal exercise regime, because what’s the difference? I’m going away on the 9th of May.
Upon returning, all these life issues on which you once placed so much emphasis will have dissipated into mere tedium, because 7 weeks away means the beginning of a new focus; a new outlook; a new life. You can face anything and everything after 7 weeks of different languages, cultures and experiences. A new perspective is discovered.
Try it for yourself today.
The Ring
Posted by sketchy bill in Social Commentary on March 22nd, 2009
Back in the day, mobile phones had one ringtone: they beeped. You could change the volume, and on fancier models, the pitch. Back then, if a mobile phone rang, everyone got their phones out thinking it was theirs ringing.
Then along came ringtones. You could get your favourite song, albeit a beep beep version, to distinguish your phone from everyone else’s.
Then along came polyphonic ringtones. Not only could you get a ringtone that was different, you could almost dance to it (“Freestyler” was very popular). Everyone was an individual, and for a time it was good.
The next big thing was “real tones” and mp3 tones. These were actual digitally sampled sound bytes from your favourite song or noise. There was no looking back now. Not only could you get your favourite song from your favourite singing frog, but you could get a barking dog, an ambulance, a v8 engine, a screaming orgasm or anything you could possibly think of. Freedom of choice was here to stay. Or was it?
Suddenly, just like the day you went to school and everyone somehow knew that Yo-Yos were the new Rubik’s Cube, everything changed. Suddenly, the only acceptable ringtone on a mobile is the ringing bell of an old fashioned telephone. Anything else is a social faux par. Now, as it once was, if a mobile phone rings, everyone gets out their phones, thinking it is theirs ringing.
The great circle of life continues.
The Brightside of Freedom
Posted by The Hound in Social Commentary on February 9th, 2009
I had a dream last night.
Something I’d been hiding was revealed to everyone around me. They were guests – almost all were female, at a place that was like a hotel, but more like the house of a wedding dress maker I once knew.
It didn’t really bother me that my secret was exposed. There was an initial silence about the matter. It was freeing.
I could now walk around and not have to be perplexed by this thing anymore.
So I realise this is the one thing I want.
Now playing: Mr Brightside [Jacques Lu Cont mix]
Put your hands up for Detroit!
Posted by sketchy bill in Social Commentary on February 8th, 2009
If anyone had have told me a couple of months ago that tonight I would be writing this entry from a hotel room in Detroit, I would have said “Wait, you can predict the future now?”
I say that because recently I landed a job with a global company at an office in London. Given the current odds of landing a job in London at all at the moment, that was pleasant surprise number one. Pleasant surprise number two of course was being flown to Detroit for meetings and greetings at the US head office.
I guess what I am trying to say is that leaving one’s vocational comfort zone, whether leaving voluntarily or getting pushed can land you in the most surprising of situations. Plus this is also an opportunity to apologise to all those I have neglected to keep in contact with over the last hectic couple of months.
Pleasant surprise number three has to be the fact that the week before I arrived, the temperatures dropped to an unseasonably cold -25 Degrees Celsius, before returning to a more moderate average of -3 degrees. I love this city!
The Sleep Watch
Posted by The Hound in Social Commentary on January 29th, 2009
“A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried. – Garson Kanin.
Herewith, several things equipping the arsenal of Hound in 2009 are:
“You can’t be friends with everyone. So enjoy your sleep.
“If you put it out there, you will find it. If you put it out there and find it a little beyond your price range, splurge. You will find the funds, but may never find it again. (In this Hound’s case it is a Boucheron watch).
“People are funny. The best people will laugh aloud with you – and like your watch.
The Hound is onto you!
Now playing: Here I am Baby [Seal]
The Game of Life … and How to Play it.
Posted by The Hound in Social Commentary on January 5th, 2009
This entry was started angry. It was ended with the decisive instinct to WIN. This Hound shall not be conquered. AKA… Don’t get mad – get Everything.
For what seemed like “The Trifecta” of Tasmaniacs, i.e. Three Gentleman in a row, based in Tasmania, squandering the Heart of Hound … is now culminating into an enticing challenge. Broulee the predicted location (with a stint in Manly in between).
Keep your friends close, and your enemies… somewhere in Roma.
In channeling Florence Scovel Shinn this week: ‘There is a supply for every demand’ rings true. This Hound has found a new sport – and players to play with. An out of town player who thinks he can out-hound Hound can only result in interesting times ahead. Word.
Turn that other cheek, brother. For, on continuation of quoting The Scovel Shinn, who perpetuates the need for moving on, and effectively “blessing” other people (wrongdoers) – this Hound has realised things eventually come to Hound. Hotel Upgrades. Lovers. Changes in position. Perhaps they are the manifestation of an inner articulation. Perhaps they are chance (Scovel Shinn would argue otherwise, but that was 1925, and times have since changed).
It is a nice thing to believe that LIFE is a game of SKILL and CHANCE plays no part. Explain then, Tatt’s.
Reliance on one’s intuition, however- is timeless; essential. Believe it. It’s like wireless.
Now playing: Happy People [R. Kelly] You know who you are.
The NYE Introspective Retrospective
Posted by The Hound in Social Commentary on December 31st, 2008
“There is meaning even in the mundane. -Something Malouf said.
With just hours remaining until renditions of Auld Lang Syne sing out world-wide, this Hound thinks on the life and times of Otis Ray Redding Jr. An SBS-aired documentary last night showed just how impactful the man’s short, short life was. “Dock of the Bay” is this Hound’s favourite tune of all time, and the man left this world without finishing it, filling it with a meditative whistle before finding the final words, which never came.
This soul man’s story has this Hound thinking with a sense of urgency on the unfinished business that remains (or was not commenced in 2008, albeit a mirthful year). 2009 will be entered with a sense of urgency and task. Life is short. Make plans. Carpe Diem… Remembering to appreciate the value in even the most mundane of things.
The Hound is onto you!
Now playing: I’ve Been Loving You Too Long [Otis Redding]


Flash – will I miss you?
Posted by sketchy bill in Social Commentary on May 22nd, 2010
Most of the Flash content I ever see is advertising.
That’s right, advertisements that are animated or interactive or contain video content. The internet is rife with it, and it makes me wonder if that skews the figures as to how widespread the use of Flash is on the net.
What about YouTube I hear you say? Well, that already taken care of on my iPhone – and if I get an iPad (and there’s a good chance that I will since my iPhone has just been so good to me), it’ll be taken care of there too. Games? Same story.
Seeya Flash. I enjoyed online Pac-Man for a while there.
At this stage I would also like to point out that I don’t miss my HTC Touch Diamond, my Samsung Omnia, my Palm Treo 750, my iMate SP3i and all the other dreadful Windows Mobile attempts at smartphones that I have owned prior to my iPhone. But that’s another story…
Adobe, apple, Flash, iPad, iPhone, mobile phones
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