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Who ate all the clams?
His
pare
nts
said
he
coul
dn’t
thro
w a
par
ty in
the
hous
e. They
sai
d he
cou
ldn’
t thr
ow a
par
ty o
n th
e bo
at.
Wha
t kin
d of
fres
hman
goe
s th
roug
h hi
s en
tire
first
yea
r at A
lpha
-Bet
a Ho
use
with
out g
ettin
g la
id?
Rona
ld “B
arfy
” Bar
fingt
on is
in a
bad
way
.
SEVE
N CR
AZY
KIDS
ON
A HO
USEB
OAT!
A TE
EN S
EX R
OMP
ON S
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AND
AND
IN-B
ETW
EEN!
SCRIPT EXCERPT from Party At
Houseboat:
WILL: Hey guys, River Warden Gordon
heard we set off fireworks in the
Sorority House! He’s spitting
chips! He’s definitely gonna end the
Houseboat this time!
BARFY: Oh no, my uncle’s gonna be so
mad! [throws up]
CAVEWOMAN SUE: There’s only one thing
to do, gang: throw the biggest
lifevest party ever! And we’ll need
that invention of yours to do it,
E-Bay!
E-BAY: The Boob Goldberg machine?
DRUNKLE OKIE: You got it!
BARFY: I’ll see boobs? (throws up)
POSSIBLE SUMMARY, ADVERTISING STRATEGY: HOUSEBOAT II: RETURN TO HOUSEBOATWill surfing prodigy KIERAN MCGEE win the approval of ex-pro-surfer and
alcoholic quasi-relative DRUNKLE OKIE?Can RIVER WARDEN GORDON finally claim the BARFINGTON RUBIES?Will LORD BARFINGTON win the Lake Kensington mini-golf tournament as a
MAXI-SIZE golfer?Is that SEXY PIRATE here to raid Houseboat’s doubloons, pantaloons or
PARTY-HOONS?Will MIKEY’s gloves find face, or faith, in the sexy bosom of LADY BARFINGTON?Can the now-thawed CAVEWOMAN KAY unfreeze the ICY-EXTREME heart of
BLADES “Sick Trick!” MCKENZIE?Will FEMINISM hold sway for the sassy ROBINA, or will E-BAY’s bikini cannon
sway her over to FUN-imism?
But t
hey
didn
’t sa
y an
ythi
ng a
bout
the.
..
FROM THE DESK OF
Who ate all the clams?
Houseboat IV unsurprisingly scoops 12 Oscars;
including long overdue Best Picture nod
With the premiere of the next instalment, critics
continue to be confounded by the runaway success
of teen sex comedy franchise Houseboat. The film
originally, incorrectly dubbed “Too sexy for VHS”
has spawned its third sequel, which director Jay
Schatzenberg describes as a return to form following
James Cameron’s ‘misjudged’ entry River to Sea.
For those of you who missed the boat, the premise
of Houseboat was simple: seven zany freshmen and
freshwomen band together to host the ultimate party
on the ultimate party pad, a rich uncle’s houseboat.
Meanwhile, their arch nemesis River Warden Gordon
tries to shut down the antics of the mismatched
teens. The flurry of spin-offs and direct-to-video
productions that followed made household names
of Schatzenberg, Barfy, E-Bay (the inventor with a
literal heart of gold), Nate Palm, Blades “Sick trick!”
McKenzie, Cavewoman Kay, Lord Barfington the
Third, friendly alcoholic relative, ‘Drunkle’ Okie.
“It was endlessly bankable,” Schatzenberg told us.
“An unstoppable success—literally, after the failed
injunction by the MPAA to ‘preserve the quality of
cinematic standards everywhere’. There’s no reason
the fans should accept the same characters and the
same jokes over and over again in new locations—
even, say, Germany before the fall of the Berlin wall.
And yet Houseboat: Party Line on the River Rhine
won a BAFTA.”
In the beginning, critics universally ignored the films,
with the occasional review being unremittingly negative.
Roger Ebert criticised Houseboat’s unoriginality and the
overemphasis of setting (“It’s a houseboat, we get it! Do
we really need that many footjobs?”), but Mr Ebert was
one of the first to join the critical re-evaluation in recent
years, and is even attending the premiere of Houseboat 4.
“Bigger than Ben Hur?” Ebert mused. “More like bigger
than Houseboat!”
Fans wondering how long Schatzenberg can ask whether a
house can, in fact, be a boat (or vice versa) may well find
themselves frustrated with the film’s next instalment. Fans
of Houseboat’s sex romps, catchphrases and continuing
crises of virginity, however, will find much to love.
The films were a noted favourite of then-President Clinton.
He honoured Jay Schatzenberg with a fireside chat in
which he expressed his deep love for the quaint, simple
times of his youth and their similarities to Houseboat. Said
Clinton, “In making these films you have done a service to
me, a service to your country, and a service to film-lovers
everywhere. Sir, I want to thank you for your work.” Jay
Schatzenberg was reportedly “bewildered.”
This brings us up to the present day. Many
questions remain unanswered from the previous
instalment; they include whether or not the
beloved Barfy will find his lost gold, whether Sue
and E-Bay will ever get together and whether
River Warden Gordon return
from the dead for the fourth timegrave for the
uneasy grave.
“These and other questions
will be answered in
vengeance and
sexily, sexily
accusations
drug abuse
JOHNNY MEMPHIS, self confessed member of Team Barfy
A TE
EN S
EX R
OMP
ON S
EA, L
AND
AND
IN-B
ETW
EEN!
In preparation for the release of the release of the finale of the Houseboat saga, Houseboat Eternity, USA Today in conjunction with Metroplex Cinemas are taking you back to the beginning with back to back screenings of the entire franchise. Metroplex will be screening: Houseboat
Houseboat II: Return to Houseboat James Cameron’s Houseboat 3: River to Sea Houseboat 4: The Legend of Barfy’s GoldHouseboat of the Rising Houseboat Party at Houseboat
Son of HouseboatHouseboatpocalypsenow Houseboat 7: The Sickest Trick of All Requiem for a Houseboat
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THE TALES OF DEAD MEN SELDOM TOLDTHE campus is a hive. Jacaranda musk swirls around the false-facers as they smile and tell you it’s going to be alright, that everything’s in order.
It’s my job to prove them wrong.
PROHIBITION reared its jagged head again this week as the Union strikers assaulted University patrons. Emerging in ones and twos from the shanties erected on the lawn outside the Vice Chancellor’s office, just silhouettes in the early morning fog, the strikers seized alumni and donors from a passing throng and were as ghosts, and the only signs of their passing were disembodied voices vanishing in the gloom.
The donors were found executed in the basement of an ageing tenement house near Wentworth. Their last cigarettes had been crushed beneath their heels, small piles of ash
untouched by sympathy.
HE was a good man, an honest man. He was waiting for me in the office. I’d seen him around, and heard his footsteps receding through conversations overheard, slipping under the cracks of doors and spilling out of open windows into the early night.
“You’re the Editor, right?” he asked me as I walked in, all five foot three of him barely filling out his faded blue suit.
“An Editor,” I said mildly. “There are ten of us. Though there might damned well be ten thousand for all the good it would do.”
“You know who I am,” he said.
“Lionel DiMartino,” I said, “Campus Culture Director. Union dogsbody. And I’ve heard you have a problem that can’t be solved in a regular
fashion.”
He withdrew a gun from his jacket. I threw it a casual glance as I started the rusty IBM. He levelled it at me, his face ashen.
“It’s not that kind of story,” he said, his voice cracking.
“Now why do you have to go and do a thing like that?” I asked, watching a bar fill up, perpetual.
“It’s a horrible thing,” he said softly, barely looking at me. “It’s a horrible thing, when they own your soul.”
“Sounds like the Union is making deals above its station.” The gun wobbled. “Careful,” I said. “Some men think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.”
“But this time everything will be all right,” he said, suddenly feverish. “This time, I’m going to win — ”
The shot tore through his chest and
killed him instantly. He choked on his final word. A murky figure darted away from the hole in the pane of the stained glass office windows, and he had vanished from the corridor before I could get a good look at him. I returned inside, poured myself a drink, and looked at the latest dead man I knew would soon be haunting my dreams.
DiMartino slept the big sleep on the floor of the Honi office. The IBM startup chime sounded. They always said he was a good man. An honest man.
VC Michael Spence to students: “Remember that life is spent and consumed in dust and shadows. Remember that even the largest men are insignficant.”
The students just stared at him, smoking self-assuredly. For theirs was the power.
VENGEANCE is an ugly thing, the sort of thing that rattles a man to his core. I learnt it the hard way.
***
It was only last week that I was sitting in my office, watching the world go by with a belt of scotch and a stogie, when trouble walked in my door in the shape of a buxom brunette.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, handing her the stogie.
“That depends on what you got,” she said, smoking it down to nothing in one breath.
“That’ll be forty cents,” I said.
Her name was Claudette and she worked for the University Electoral Commission. Strange. I didn’t know there was such a thing, not with the recent goings-on.
“We stay quiet but we get the job done,” she sauntered. “But lately, well, there’s been a pinch of trouble.” She gripped my cheek between her thumb and forefinger.
“Literal,” I whispered, handing her a book on electoral law.
“You see there have been some strange practices around here as of late, and there’s little we can do about it,” she said. “We need your help.”
I stood up. “Get used to it, sister. An election is no place for a dame or a gentleman.
“I’ve seen circular logos, identical colour schemes, poorly executed flash mobs, inept voiceovers, negative campaigns that lack even basic perspective on what is and isn’t possible, victories from the worst out of bad fields that get over the line with coersion and exploitation of ignorance. Stuff that’ll turn your
pretty hair white. What you’ve got for me is nothing new, so get outta here.”
She smiled. “Sounds like you’ve got something personal against the electoral process.”
She’d hit a nerve. I winced, sneered and spat out my gum. “Let’s just say I’m glad to have won the only student election I ran for.”
“That how you got this job? If you ask me, P.I. shouldn’t even be an elected position.”
“Hey, I don’t make the rules, I’m just good at the game.”
My rivals were still bitter a year on; I was justified in my smugness.
“Let’s cut to the chase.” She gripped my head between her silky hands. “They’re bringing in people from other campuses, people who don’t even go to uni, professional hacks who make it their business to knock people around, would step on their own mothers with cleats to get another mark on the bedpost.”
“Bedpost, eh ...” I liked the allusion, and finished my scotch. “And what do you want me to do?”
“Campaigns can get awfully rough. I could use a bodyguard.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I said, eyeing her with a little more licentiousness than a man of my position should.
All I knew is it was about time to get some of that sweet sweet editor pussy I’d heard so much about.
“Deal.”
She left her business card. I took the job, and so did she. But neither of us knew what we were in for. Not until the campaign bells rang.
Dear Honi Noir,I have a case for you. I’m a leggy blonde with a past and a drinking problem, and my boyfriend hasn’t been paying rent on our Glebe sharehouse lately. I would provide recompense of fifty dollars a day plus expenses, as well as all the sexual tension you can handle. Does this sound ... agreeable?Yours,A dame (Arts II)
Dear Honi Noir,
I’ve been hit with the heebie jeebies. It’s giving me shivers all over, and my scotch has been slipping outta my tumbler on account of all wthis shivering. I can’t say where these heebie jeebies are coming from, but it’s causing quite a stir and I like my scotch shaken with ice then drained, neat. I can’t say I like this stirring, or this spilling.
When I invited the blonde from across the hall in for a drink I was so parched I stuttered over her name. When I approached her from the shadows, scotch spilled in my lap, she seemed wary. She murmured something about the restroom before slipping out the door. I thought it odd at the time, until I looked down and saw a stain one might find on someone incontinent.
LIVE BY THE PEN ...DIE BY THE SWORD
NEITHER RAIN, NOR SLEET, NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT
Dear Honi Noir,
I too have a case for you – don’t ask me how I knew you already had one, it was just a hunch. I’m good with hunches. See, I’m living with this broad in an old rundown sharehouse in Glebe, down by the water naturally. She’s real nice, if you know what I mean: legs that go all the way down to the floor and would keep going if there weren’t a floor there to stop ‘em. Trouble is, she’s real clingy, and I can’t stand it no more. Keeps banging on about rent and essays, I’ve had it up to here! Whadda I do? Do I move out, or fob her off onto Tony de la Mersy from Commerce 206?
You gotta help me out, man!
Jonny Sweetwater
I should have known from her first look.
I need these heebie jeebies sorted, and there ain’t no one that can help me but you. Tell me where these heebie jeebies are coming from, so I can sip my scotch without these shivers. I’ll pay you any sum.
Mike “The Nose” Derusso
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CRAB CLAW
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Mrs C
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, the l
ibrarian
, I
can se
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THERE
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HE’S THER
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old mad
ness is
overtak
ing me
and
I’m no
t sure
exactl
y how
long it
will be b
efore w
e are
entirel
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the grip
s of i
tHO
LY HEL
L I AM
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HORR
ORS HO
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S LIK
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HAVE
EVER KNO
WN we
are g
ripped
in
the upw
ard or
downwa
rd spir
al of
some
great v
ortex.
My darl
ing, this ma
y be t
he
last tim
e you
hear fr
om me.
This ma
y
be the
last senten
ce you
a-spy,
for it
seems a
s thoug
h every
perva
sive th
ought,
each su
cceding
remark
brings
me clos
er and
closer
to the
pit, th
e yawn
ing touch
of
OBLIVION
HON
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FIRE F
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Well
this just
isn’t something I expected
to happen when I got up this morning.
I was just settling into that nice simple train of
thought when these night-terrors and ghost-spectres yawned up on
me in a manner befitting a person of less character than myself. This is
the limit, people. I can see into the
eye of the beast. I can see
the lead singer of The Fucks.
Sheamus Pugg. Ernest Hemingwhale.
X THIS X THIS X THIS
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CRABCLAWCRABCLAWCRABCLAWFrom here I can see the whole of the realm in which we are situated. I am comfortable in our lofty heights and yet acknowledge that our
perspective is itself skewed. I fear that the
progression of our thoughts will lead us evermore
towards the great maelstrom in the centre of this space. I
fear that m very record is heading downwards, spiralling downwards
...
Fres
hly
Sque
ezed
HONI SOITORIALIST
HONI SOIT
DEDICATIONSthis all makes
sense to me!
Oh no, it’s
that vortex again. Here it comes.
Everyone get ready!
OOP! That’s part one.
A l r i g h t , g o g g l e s o n !
H e e e e r e w e e e e g o o o o o o !
O h m a n , w h a t a r u s h ! A l r i g h t e v e r y o n e , h i t t h e
s h o w e r s .
Aaa h , s e e y o u n e x t t im e , Vo rt e x !
Goggles off. Back to work!
Man, I love this job.
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You
can
keep
it, I’v
e go
t fif
ty
one left. W
hat wer
e yo
u saying
?
Is that so? H
ow late do
you
stay
open
? I t
hink
you
better
get ou
t
of h
ere, I
hear
the
y’re
gon
na
tear
you
dow
n an
d pu
t up
an
offic
e bu
ilding
whe
re y
ou’re
stan
ding
. If yo
u ca
n’t lea
ve in
a
taxi
you
can
leav
e in a
huf
f. If
that’s
too
soon
, yo
u ca
n leav
e in
a minut
e an
d a
huff. Y
ou kno
w
you
have
n’t stop
ped
talking
since
I cam
e he
re? Yo
u must ha
ve b
een
vaccinated
with
a p
hono
grap
h
need
le. B
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