Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

Things to devour: pies, sleep-ins and Clubland

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You know, I am not one of those blogging girls who take photos of their food. Just thought I'd clarify that for you. I like to leave that sort of thing to the experts (Sonya* and Meiying**, in case you are wondering), and also, I am usually so keen to start eating that there is no time for fussing with apertures, zooms, etc, etc. However, that little pie that you see above was just SO CUTE and SO DELICIOUS that I had to take its photo, right up until I ate the last crumb. That pie is a Mini Cherry Pie from Pie Face, Bondi Junction. There are Pie Face stores everywhere, but I thought I should point out to you that I was in Bondi today, just so that you'd think I'm fancy. That said, I was also in Parramatta today, which is more my style- I would define myself as a westie, I hope youse know. Anyway. Back to the pie. At Pie Face, all of the pies have their own, adorable faces. The only reason I chose a cherry pie was because I have just finished re-reading one of my favourite books, I Have a Bed Made of Buttermilk Pancakes, by Aussie author Jaclyn Moriarty. And in that book, one of the main characters bakes a lot of pies, and she is famous for her delicious cherry pie. The Pie Face pie was suitably yum-yum-yummy, and I would have ordered two. But unemployed girls can't afford two pies. That is a luxury.

So, when I had my old, evil job, I woke up every weekday at 5am. And this week, I was shocked at how quickly I slipped into waking up in the afternoon. I am feeling heaps better about everything (ie. being fired and hence unemployed again). Thanks so much to everyone who wrote to me, called or even sent nice thought waves in my direction. I really appreciated it. Being fired was such a massive shock to an over-achiever like me, and for a moment, I thought that my self-esteem wouldn't come back. I still feel like a bit of a loser, but I am glad that I am not working at that icky place any more. I feel a bit better about myself, but I am still paranoid that perhaps I smell, or that I am actually really irritating and that nobody has told me. And of course, I miss the money.

But being fired is actually a very freeing, liberating thing. I know that they were wrong for firing me, and so I feel like I have been temporarily freed from the evil work machine. Like, it's not like I'm lazy- I just worked for bad people! It's their fault! And my ego huuuuuurts, which is why I had to take a week off to sulk. I will have to start getting back to the job hunt next week, though...ah, me (as Hamlet says).

Last week, I was going to write about my hero of the week, but of course, I got distracted. So I'll fill you in now. My hero of last week was Kerri-Anne Kennerley, for the way she handled an inebriated John Stamos with grace and humour when he was on her TV show. Lots of people diss Kerri-Anne for her loud outfits (John Stamos not excluded) and super-blonde hair. But there are even MORE fans out there for Kerri-Anne- many women in the Australian media sing her praises. Anyway, I wish I could have handled the events of last week with Kerri-Anne aplomb, but alas, I was all teary eyed and crazy. And I think the last word on John Stamos was really summed up a few years back by Jack Black in Shallow Hal: "I used to think Rebecca Romijn-Stamos was hot...until she got Stamossed."

And, as I've been writing a lot about Australian culture, let me tell you one more thing: Clubland is a really good movie! I have, quite predictably, become a big supporter of Australian film. Because, duh, I had a tiny part in an Aussie movie that was filmed last summer. And I gotta support my own people, ya know? Anyway, I highly recommend Clubland. In case, like me, you misunderstand the title and are lead to think that Clubland it is about drugged-out ravers with glowsticks in the 1990's, allow me to share my newfound knowledge. Clubland is about a shy boy called Tim and his relationship with his super-outgoing and super-complex stand-up comedian mother. The film is touching, funny and very real. In fact, some bits were SO close to real-life that I felt the characters' humiliation and joy, etc. This, at times, made me feel rather uncomfortable. That is my only criticism, which isn't really a criticism anyway, as awkwardness and mishaps are part of the film's charm. All of the actors can be both subtle and hilarious at the same time. And I am now very jealous of Emma Booth, because she has a fab career happening, she had a small story about her in Vogue, she looks fab in a bikini...and of course, she is a wonderful actress.

All right, folks, maybe next time I will give you my opinion on Indian movies and TV stars, or perhaps a touch of the Czech Republic? Hmmm, maybe you'll have to keep waiting for that. I may be unemployed, but I don't have THAT much time right now, okay?

Till later...
Carla xxx

ps. Re: the asterixes...
* Sonya is my little sister who has a very cute blog. But hello, you still have to like my blog more than you like hers. That is because I am older than her and must always win at everything. Actually, I am jealous of her blog because it's so good.
http://www.blurty.com/users/sons
** Meiying is a mate of mine who also has a blog. And I don't care what anyone says, but I think that she is THE person to read up on when it comes to stories about food and life. Take THAT, Terry and Jill!
http://bowb.pitas.com