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emily Naismith

The saddest thing I have ever seen on TV is when Doctor Harry's dog, Rosie, died. I cried for a week.

The best thing I have ever seen on TV is Bouncer the dog's wedding in a dream sequence on Neighbours.

Needless to say I don't really watch that much TV.

However I am addicted to *insert latest internet craze here* and Tic Tocs.

I have a radio show that you can listen to in Melbourne on Monday nights between 10pm and 11pm called Dirty Sexy Music.

And I also post some interesting-ish things on my personal blog; I Can't Smell Anything ---> NOT JOKING, I actually can't smell anything (except occasionally mandarins).

Apart from that I'm about to finish my Media degree at RMIT this year which means I'm fully qualified in Media. Whatever the hell that means. I'm interested in interactive media and online publishing but apart from all the geeky stuff I love pretending I know how to DJ, fixating on cute dogs whilst driving and anything do to with food - especially if it's free or packaged attractively.

Posts by emily Naismith

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord!
Posted 2nd Sep 2008
Filed under: Culture


Thanks a lot Beethoven. Now my mum thinks this gorilla drumming to a Phil Collins song in the new Cadbury ad is an actual real gorilla. And no, she isn’t some half-baked mother whose favourite time of the week is watching Cheaters on the couch with a packet of gravy-flavoured chips. She has a respectable job as a scientist. Which is why I’m confused. If she thinks we can teach gorillas to play the drums what else do people believe? That Air Bud the Golden Retriever really can slam-dunk a basketball? That animals such as the Snuffleupagus really exist? Mice like freaking Stuart Little really do get around in buttoned flannel shirts and brown leather shoes? “They can teach gorillas to do amazing things these days Emily…” They sure can mum, they sure can.
Should I buy a designer teddy bear or a new car?
Posted 26th Aug 2008
Filed under: Fashion


The closest I have come to owning a designer teddy bear is when I got a Doodle Bear for my ninth birthday. You know the ones where you were invited to “doodle on the bear over and over again” with washable markers? “Designer” as in yeah I could write swear words on it; yes, but “designer” as in high fashion couture; no. This is where the Karl Lagerfeld teddy steps in. The famous fashion designer has had German teddy bear maker Steiff create a bear that resembles himself in appearance. Complete with trademark dark suit and dark sunglasses. They will retail at US$1500 which is roughly the same amount of money you can expect to pay for a Doodle Bear at Big W.
Say no to concrete and yes to Lego
Posted 19th Aug 2008
Filed under: Culture


Ah, Lego. The lazy man's brick and mortar. I'm proposing that builders use Lego to construct everything from now on. The world would be a much better place. Not enough room on the train? Build another carriage. Housemate ate all your Tic Tocs? Build a fort in your backyard with no windows or doors and only dry biscuits inside and keep that pesky person inside until they realise Tic Tocs are worth their weight in gold. Boyfriend thinks he looks good with a red beard? Switch his head for someone else’s sans fire truck whiskers. I could clearly go on forever. The Lego brick is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year. I suggest instead of paying a labourer the next time you need renovations done - do it yourself with Lego. You'll save money and you'll have the craziest coloured bathroom this side of the seventies.
Straight to the pool room
Posted 12th Aug 2008
Filed under: Diaries
I received a certificate in the mail yesterday that is probably my greatest achievement yet.  Actually, make that ever. It beats “participation” ribbons in school athletics and “encouragement” awards for sticking with piano lessons through the hard times of destroying that song that ice cream trucks play. I got an award for turning twenty-one. Pretty sweet. I didn’t even have to do anything or even give anything my best shot and fail miserably. Somehow my local member of council knew and congratulated me on my mean feat. I know probably hundreds of other people turned 21 on that same day and they all got letters too… but hey, a certificate is a certificate. And when you are used to your family celebrating the fact you finished races without passing out, you cling to what you got.
She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudels
Posted 5th Aug 2008
Filed under: Film
So Mean Girls is soon going to become a video game. I’m guessing you’ll play Lindsay Lohan pre-drug fiend and earn points by solving Mathletes equations and wearing pink on Wednesdays. Apparently the fact that the game is being developed in conjunction with Legacy Interactive means it will be a cheap and disposable with a safe and boring plot line. I can’t help but think they should take some inspiration from Grand Theft Auto and let you drive around in a school bus running down Regina George and earn money by selling Calteen bars on street corners. Who's with me? Regular moms might not be down with it, but I'm sure "cool moms" would.
Sex education 2.0
Posted 29th Jul 2008
Filed under: Issues
Apparently watching teen soaps like The O.C. and Gossip Girl with your parents is a better way of getting sex education than those cartoon books Where Did I Come From? and What's Happening To Me? It's pretty much what kids around the world have always known, but now there's the official report to prove it. A British social service agency says that the best way to get the awkward sex conversations flowing with your kids is to sit down and watch a nice "steamy" ep of The O.C. with them. No one has used the word "steamy" since Marcia invited all friends around for an all-girl sleepover in the original Brady Bunch episodes, but I guess I'd chose TV over pictures of a cartoon sperm drawing wearing a top hat holding a rose any day.
Thirsty?
Posted 22nd Jul 2008
Filed under: Fashion


Tell me you didn't bite into your watermelon flavoured Lip Smacker at least once as a kid? Now I find out there's 7-Up and something that looks like a Fanta equivalent tasting Lip Smackers! Pretty sure I'm never eating real food again. Yeah the thought of Dr Pepper on my lips freaks me out slightly, but that's only because in primary school people told me it was made out of medicine (they were probably confused by the "Dr" in the title). Cheers!
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