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Beef Bourguignon
Bitchin' Baked Paella
Risotto Magic
Stuffed Salmon
Chicken Wild Rice Soup
Chili Prawn Penne
3 2 1 Spatchcock!
Tomato Basil Fettuccine
Chili Con Seppo
Blueberry Boat Roast
Marinated Buffalo Mozzerella
Grilled Swordfish with Mango Salsa
Miss. Highco's Creme Brulee



ON THE IPOD...

Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois

Tegan and Sara - So Jealous

The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday

Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die


FOR THE BOOKCLUB...

John Irving - Until I Find You


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Wednesday, April 28, 2004

My Frind in the Frudge

I have been running around like a chicken with my frick frackin head cut off, so I haven't had time to sit down. I did, however have my first bowl of Congee, which is a traditial Chinese type of porridge eaten as a snack or for breakfast. It was so yummy, but it took me about an hour to eat, as I only had one of those little plastic Chinese takeaway spoons. My little pixie Chinese friend Louise says it is easy to make at home, so check out this recipe:

2 cup short-grained rice
1/2 cup glutinous rice
6 cups Chinese chicken broth, or
6 cups regular chicken broth with 2 tablespoons soy sauce and 1 slice ginger the size of a quarter

Wash rice. Place in pot with Chinese chicken broth, or regular chicken broth to which soy and ginger has been added.

Bring to a boil. When boiling, reduce heat to low. Cook for 2 hours, partially covered, stirring frequently. Soup is done when it reaches a porridge-like consistency. Remove ginger slice if you have added it.

You can add chopped bok choy, or small slivers of chicken. Leftover turkey after a Thanksgiving meal is another great addition, and a turkey carcass can provide a nice broth instead of chicken soup.

Serves 6 - 8.


Ok, I'm off in literally two minutes! If I don't make any contact, someone please look for me in Taumarunui. This is the only map I have been given:



Bonds Cotton Tails

With less than eight hours before I leave for New Zealand, I have updated the site with a new design. Please let me know if you find any bugs, or problems. I am planning to do something else with the banner, but since i was up until 2.30 last night, I thought I'd leave it for now. I think it is a bit obtrusive (and large), so I will be toning it down upon return.

During my one week hiatus, I will be leaving the site in the um... capable hands of Chopper, so I hope he will bring all you people searching google for Matevenados something to occupy your precious time. I do have to put together "Seppo's History of alt.country" mix CD for a friend today, but I am hoping to post before I go.

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Paris, Queensland

Paris is back to Oz for the second time in six months. She finds the Gold Coast, "Beeeeeautiful," and is filming a remake of "The House of Wax." She even took time out to attend a little Queenslander's birthday, who happened to be having a "dress like Paris" theme. Hopefully no one took a cue from Rick Solomon's Opus.

Last time she was here, Channel 7 sent her out to show us how to celebrate Melbourne Cup Hilton stizz, and she ended up hooking up with dough faced publicity whore Rob 'Milsy' Mills. I doubt, for some reason, that he will be hooking up with Paris this time, however. I'm sure he will be sadly listening to Shannon Noll's over the top karaoke version of Moving Picture's "What About Me" and hoping for a text from Paris' famous rhinestone-encrusted phone. In the meantime, Ms. B thinks he is fab... and I hope that she is now satisfied after I got the text message, I just kissed Milsy. Please join me in becoming a member of the I hate Milsy club ...and if anyone could locate the blonde number in Milsy photo to right, please let me know...

Long Weekend II

Another long weekend here in Oz has come and gone. Melbourne was fantastic, despite the cold weather. Snez and I went to a fantastic restaurant on Friday night, called Claypot. I have looked everywhere on the internet and can't seem to find the address! If anyone from Melbourne knows, please put it in the comments. We started off with a Mezze plate with octopus, ochre, dips and Sting Ray. The sting ray was like a bone with really fatty flesh around it, and was like nothing I have tasted before. Our next course was grilled calamari, which was about as big around as my arm, and as thick as my thumb (and I got some fat ass thumbs). Next course was a "clay pot" with chick peas, cous cous and fish, pipis and mussels. Absolutely fantastic.

Next night was the Playboy party, which where "boy" was extremely appropriate, and the play seemed to be aimed towards me. Luckily I found a friend to play with of the girl variety and was able to avoid the demasculated Heffs. It's been a long time since I was at a party where people got up and played some good ol' fashioned guitar, but it was very refreshing. Everybody loves a U2 singalong. I woke up with a headache for my flight home, my advice, stay away from West Coast Coolers...

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I'm off to New Zealand tomorrow with Ms. Highco. I am very excited to see where all these vowel destroying Kiwis come from. We are hoping to attend a sheep auction on Thursday, which I'm sure will be extremely exciting. I am hoping to run into Shrek the sheep, who managed to escape for 6 years, and is being shorn for the first time since his jail break. Apparently this baaaaaaaaaad boy has enough fleece on him to make 22 suits...

Friday, April 23, 2004

Witches Tit...

Ok, it's really cold here in Melbourne, and guess who forgot a jacket. I'm so used to the beautiful weather in Sydney, it completely slipped my mind that it could be 13 degrees Celsius and raining here in the most livable city on the earth. Snez is picking me up from the office tonight, and the plan is to go to dinner. I think she wanted to go have drinks, but since we are going to a Playboy party tomorrow night, I thought maybe we should catch a flick, since it's not something I get to do very often. I'm going to the Victoria Markets tomorrow with my favourite Russian. I really don't know what I am going to do about the fact that I only have short sleeved shirts.

TRON Jeremy

Oh, dear lord, this man has created a very skin tight tron costume, and he, um doesn't realize that he has some serious male camel toe issues, poor fella... I would post the picture, but I know it's going to haunt me already... Link via the Thigh Master.

O.C. Obsession

It's getting out of hand. I have now devoted the new Powerbook completely to downloading past episodes of the O.C. If anyone in America would like to send me the DVD set when it comes out, I would love them forever. Now I see why Adi compares the show to crack. In the end of the day, it really isn't that special, but for some reason, whether it be the fact that all the characters are young and beautiful, or that it is a turn towards moral values that seem to have been lost on modern drama, it is transfixing... Even the really simple opening song by Jason Schwartzman's group Phantom Planet is addicting. Good job Talia...

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

While it certainly is news that Nicole Kidman was saved from choking by a waiter, and that you are no longer allowed to serve sushi on the bodies of naked ladies, many cabbies in Sydney are dickheads, most important is the proposed California law that porno stars must wear condoms. Not so funny in itself (and not such a bad idea) until realizing that the Division of Occupational Health and Safety plans to begin inspections this week. First of all, who the heck is carrying out the inspections, and um, what exactly are they inspecting. Now, close your eyes and imagine Ron "The Hedgehog" Jeremy sitting through a OH&S seminar!

Reading Rainbow

I am not a big fan of the Sceince Fiction Genre when it comes to books or film, but I am intrigued by Australian Author Mathew Reilly's plan to serialize his new novel, "Hover Car Racer" over the internet. Serialized Novels are not a new thing, Dickens published "Oliver's Twist" in installments, for instance. Stephen King published "The Green Mile" as a serialized paper novel, which was extremely successful, but his internet foray, "The Plant" was a flop. I thought I might give "Hover Car Racer" a bit of a go, but I couldn't really get past the first page, due to the fact that futuristic vehicle racing is really of no interest to me.

I am quite the insomniac, so I rely on books on tape to put me to bed. Without one, I am up until about four staring at the ceiling. Even though I have never been a big Harry Potter fan, I always get excited when a new H.P. book comes out (or a new vibrating broomstick), because I can drift away and dream that I am a wizard and Hermione is Keira Knightly.

The problem with books on tape is that they are mucho expensivo! Harry Potter is like $200 bucks, or something, and I would NEVER download something like that with Bit Torrent! So, I have just discovered Audio Books for Free, which offers .mp3 versions of mostly classic novels for free, online. I was so excited that I started going a bit hog wild and downloaded Robinson Curuso and Tom Sawyer. The only catch is that you have to pay a couple bucks for the higher bitrate .mp3s. The lower bit-rate files are a bit annoying, but bearable (and free, yo). Check it out and dream of Becky Thatcher in her little cotton socks tonight!!!

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Back to Life... Back to Reality...

Ok, after my sick day yesterday, I am back in the swing of things. I'm still coughing and have lost a bit of my voice, but I think I will survive. I am a bit out of it today, and have already stared blankly at the woman who made my latte this morning, and run into a few walls... so if I begin to go off on tangents, bare with me.

After watching the first four episodes of The OC yesterday, I can certainly see why people back in the states have fallen for the show. It is kind of a Dawson's Creek without the condescending attempt to make Dawson some kind of modern day, cinema obsessed Howard Rourke. I am now waiting patiently for the next four episodes to download, but it seems like it is taking forever. I'm trying to figure out what is going on with Mischa Barton's accent. I just found out, however, that she was born in London, so she must be trying to put on a So Cal accent. Ok, so looking at this from the Hollywood standard, when I am forty, and she is twenty nine, it could be legitimate that we were to date. Eventually everyone visits Bondi Beach, and she will certainly need a tour guide. I'll try not to go off too much about how much I enjoyed the show, considering that us folk down under tend to be so far behind the rest of the world.

Speaking of "Back to Life, Back to Reality" about two years ago, Flemo and I decided it was a good idea to go and pick up some Cuban cigars, and head to Sydney's famous drag show at the Albury Hotel. I don't know why a couple of straight guys thought this was good entertainment, but for some reason, it seemed like a good idea. Anyway, for some reason, Jazzie B. from Soul II Soul was also hanging out (due to being on tour), and was wearing a floppy hat and huge sunglasses. He was completely out of it, so I put on the hat and Sunglasses, and we took him dancing. Certainly a very cool black musician can get away with wearing such a crazy get up, but a Norwegian American is a different story. We eventually had to leave him at the bar, as he couldn't seem to explain where he was staying. Hope you got home alright, mate!

Monday, April 19, 2004

I am currently sitting in bed with a crappy flu, watching the O.C. I have already gone through the first 3 episodes. I can't believe that the show isn't on here in Oz. They aired the first three episodes but received very poor viewership. It seems that shows such as Average Joe and
American Idol are more popular.

I'm not very good at this stay at home sick crap. Not only does my hair seem to have aches in it, I also feel a bit lazy, but I suppose I am allowed, as I am sick. Thank goodness for Bit Torrent and the O.C.

Friday, April 16, 2004

Any Cockeldoodledoo....

Check out Subservient Chicken... It's amazing what you can get the chicken to do until you realize how unclever our requests are. The chicken does not seem to feel comfortable with the request, "Scratch Balls."

Giant Toblerone!

I was walking to work this morning and saw a bicycle courier carrying a giant Toblerone in his backpack. The thing was about a meter long, so much so that he had to keep reaching up and holding it up, so not to decapitate pedestrians or choclify passing busses. I am now having Toblerone's delivered by courier to everyone I know!

TOYS!!!

I just set up my new 15" Apple Powerbook, 20GB ipod and wireless ADSL with my Airport, and it all took about 20 minutes. My first generation 5GB ipod seems like a dinosaur now! The differences in the usability of the Apple compared to the pc is amazing. However, I am having major problems with Safari and the way it veiws this web page. If anyone out there is a Mac/Safari guru and can take a look at my HTML source and give me some help, it would be greatly appreciated.

Holy Spiders Batman

Ok, here's the photo...



The accompanying email reads as follows:

Yeah....all of a sudden the hunstman spider isn't looking too bad

They run 10 mph, jump three feet, are a nocturnal spider, so only come out at night unless they are in shade. When they bite you, you are injected with Novocain so you go numb instantly. You don't even know you are bitten when you are sleeping, so you wake up with part of your leg or arm missing because it has been gnawing on it all night long. If you are walking around and you bump something that is casting a shadow over it, and the sun makes contact with it, you better run. It will instantly run for your shadow, and scream the whole time it is chasing you.

PS. The one on the bottom is eating the one on the top. These are Spiders found daily in IRAQ by troops. Imagine waking up and seeing one of these in your tent!!


The truth, however, is that these suckers are Camel Spiders. They are also common in the Southern US. In Mexico, they are called matevenados, and they eat yummy crickets and scorpions... They are not a threat to human beings, but they are pretty freaky looking!

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Pig Brother

Ok, I've been watching the Pig Brother site put together by the German Hunting Protection League for days, and so far, there has been no naughty showers, drunken revelations or angry fights. Check out the site for three girl piggies, three dude piggies and 50 of their little ones! All hangin' porky stizz in Western Germany.

I Want My Nickelback, Bitch!

I try to keep my mouth shut about the crap state of popular music these days, even when Ms. Highco baits me, or Ms. B. makes me listen to Nickelback in her car (at least I get rides). However, on the Nickelback front, check this out... Two Nickelback songs, one in the left, one in the right. They're the exact same song! I swear! Via Adi...

Never Never Land

I'm trying to avoid paying attention to the Vic and Davey Beckham chronicles, but allegations on the part of Sarah Marbeck that they used fairy tale names to refer to each other in raunchy text messages has made my day (via Lindsay Linsayism). It seems that Davey referred to Ms. Marbeck as Tinkerbell, and she to him as Peter Pan... while Vic was Wendy:

According to Sarah, they began using their fairytale nicknames with Victoria dubbed Wendy.

D: Is my fairy awake yet?

S: This is fairytale stuff, baby. If I am your fairy like Tinkerbell what must you be, my Peter Pan? So tell me sugar, how's Wendy?

D: You are right it is fairy tale stuff, and as for Wendy all I can think about is Tinkerbell, and as for the making love 24:7 and the goodbyes, we can make that work.

D: Wendy helps me write the messages. Just joking, she's far away.

D: Wendy who? All I can think about is Tinkerbell. I can't be a*sed talking to Wendy. Explain that one.

D: Tinkerbell is the one doing it for Peter Pan. When Peter Pan and Tinkerbell are together that is when things start getting so cheeky.


I once receivedd a text message that read:

Last night, while you were sleeping, I sent an angel to watch over you, but the angel came back and told me that it couldn't watch over other angels...

I never suspected Becks...

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Little Bunny Fu Fu... Hoppin' through the Forrest...

When do you feel like a vacation from your long weekend. Easter 2004, that's when! Sorry for the lack of content for the last five days or so, but I have been gallivanting around, not unlike the Easter Bunny himself. Thursday's anticipation of the long weekend led to two for one Cocktails in Newtown with the Evil Eskimo and friends. Needless to say, mixing long island ice teas with Mexican food and sangria is not a good idea, especially when Mr. Bean was up when I got home, and decided that we should have a sing along to Hootie and the Blowfish. At some point, I pulled out my Harmonica collection, and played along with Hootie in adult contemporary splendor... "I only wanna be with yooooooooooooo!!!"

I also had the opportunity to head to the Blue Mountains with Ms. Highco and company, which turned out to be a lovely trip. We made the local pub our own Karaoke bar, on discovering the 8 songs for $6 on the video jukebox. I think that some of the natives became a bit restless when we started to play "Dancin' in the Dark" over and over to see the Boss' dance moves, and the closing scene with Mrs. Cox Arquette herself. As if that wasn't enough, the warbles of the Kiwi girls would be enough to drive anyone away.

On Monday, Ms. B. and I were lucky enough to go to the Royal Randwick races for the Easter Carnival. We were graciously snuck into the Establishment Marquee, and served free Champagne and other treats. However, we did miss out on the oysters, which I was a bit disappointed about. I did win on the Doncaster Cup, which was quite exciting, and has made my wallet a bit heavier until payday!

Tater Tot Tori

Tori spelling was kicked out of a bar with her fiance, for getting belligerent and apparently throwing Tater Tots! (via Whatevs)I haven't seen a Orida tater Tot in ages. Arghh, the thought of those horrible days when I had to eat Tater Tot Hotdish. What were the wives of eighties middle America thinking with this stuff. Beyond the tater tot top was a disgusting mix of beef, green beans, and some kind of Campbell's cream of something soup. However, there is no way any janitor and his bucket of sawdust could recognize the difference between this stuff and vomit. I'm not trying to be crude hear, it was that bad looking. Try it now to gross out your friends!

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Rehab Schmehab!

Peabs may have turned over the reigns to Coz for awhile, but he is alive and well in Rehab. He was able to put down the mop, and smuggle himself to Betty Ford's own laptop to have a quick chat with this seppo:

Peabs42177: yooouuuuuu better not lets my flizzum  bozzle your puddin'!
PntyRdr1: I am mofo...
PntyRdr1: How's rehab...
Peabs42177: boring.  no drugs.  plenty of sloppy rimjobs, but that's nothing new.  bovs.
PntyRdr1: Ha... met any celebs...
Peabs42177: i'm writing an album with jeff tweedy. and i fucked betty fordin the ear.
PntyRdr1: Are you at Hazeldon, good ol' wisconsin...
Peabs42177: minnesota, my man.
Peabs42177: i think.
PntyRdr1: Right! Home state, should know...
Peabs42177: yeah, it's okay.  wish i were at Horizons or something.at least there Peabs could score a little rock candy.... obvs.
PntyRdr1: Right oh... so have you and Tweedy spent your sober time conjuring the ghost of country stars long gone...
PntyRdr1: Mermaid Avenue 3... the Peabs sessions...
Peabs42177: robvs. 
Peabs42177: we were gonna call it Summerobvs, but tweedy nixed that idea.
PntyRdr1: I just sprayed Samual Adams out my nose...
Peabs42177: good to hear you're drinking at 7 am
PntyRdr1: Damn Tweedy!
PntyRdr1: I am in Australia, it's 11 pm, obvs.
Peabs42177: ahhhhh, no shit....
Peabs42177: i forgot
PntyRdr1: Weren't you here with Coz!
Peabs42177: sure were.
Peabs42177: it was fucking hot.
Peabs42177: we were hiding from the press.
PntyRdr1: Did you see any Roos? Coz would love the rooos!
Peabs42177: are you kids?  Coz effed a roo?
Peabs42177: my bad, no ?
PntyRdr1: I suppose he would, crazy fella!
PntyRdr1: Lured it with pudding, I spose!
Peabs42177: youuuuuuuuuu've gots to know!
PntyRdr1: Ha... well, take care of yourself, and keep us posted, I'll try to smuggle you in some whipits!
Peabs42177: obvs, thanks seppo. lates.

OBVS in '04!

Feeling Minnesota!

Is Bob Dylan a sell out, or is it the fact that we all know that he is the king of Pantyraiders! Victoria's Secret has inlisted Dylan to appear in their new TV ads. (Via Gorilla's foray as Grambo) The man who was bonin' Joan Biaz filmed the commercial in Venice, which features "Love Sick" from his critically acclaimed, Grammy award winning album "Time Out of Mind." He appears, so sugar daddy, with yummy Adriana Lima in the commercials. My fellow Minnesotan, Bob has been a bit Buzzworthy in the last few years, with the Library of Congress is preserving his works as they are "culturally, historically or aesthetically significant." In other Bob news, it seems that another Minnesotan, Chris Johnson, who is an English teacher living in Japan, discovered much correlation between Bob's Love and Theft and Confessions of a Yakuza: A Life in Japan's Underworld by Japanese physician and non fiction writer Junichi Saga. Check out this:

Confessions of a Yakuza: "My mother...was the daughter of a wealth farmer...[she] died when I was 11...My father was a traveling salesman...I never met him."
Dylan's "Po' Boy": "My mother was a daughter of a wealthy farmer/My father was a travelin' salesman, I never met him."

Confessions of a Yakuza: "I'm not as cool or forgiving as I might have sounded."
Dylan's "Floater": "I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound..."

Confessions of a Yakuza: "There was nothing sentimental about him--it didn't bother him at all that some of his pals had been killed."
Dylan's "Lonesome Day Blues": "He's not sentimental, didn't bother him at all how many of his pals have been killed."

Apparantly, the author and editor are flattered, and not in any mind to sue. Who wouldn't be!

Naked Chafe

Ouch, what a way to spend Valentine's day. It seems that my doppelganger, Mr. Jamie Oliver, has had a bit of a cooking accident with little Jamie, when cooking for his sexy wife Jools. Not only does she have to deal with him running off to Fifteen at all hours, his scooter accidents and his lisp, now he can't even put out! Jools, you are welcome to come and visit.

As an ex chef, I have many lovely scars to show off at the pub, however, I have never burnt my thingy. I have, on several occasions, had mishaps with chilli peppers. I was once teaching a Moroccan cooking class with Chef Fleming, explaining to the podiatrists taking the class that they must be very careful with chillis. I later used the bathroom, and went back to teach the class. After a few minutes, I began to feel a very intense stinging in my pants. I struggled to go around and show people how to make their dishes, but at one point just told the whole class my problem. "Listen, remember how I told you to be careful with the peppers, well I have a bit of an issue..."

You'd think that this would be a mistake one wouldn't make again, however, last weekend, I was preparing marinated buffalo mozzarella (Jamies recipe), and had to chop up some chilies for the last touch. About an hour later, i was in the middle of mingling at my citizenship party, when I suddenly had to run to the bathroom and run some cold water. Ouch!!!

If womeone could explain what the hell is going on here, I would be very interested to know... Um... What the?

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Mondo Thingo

I recieved an email from the ABC last week regarding a feature that Amanda Keller's show Mondo Thingo is doing on Blogs in Australia. I missed out on being a part of the show, but encourage everyone to take a look. It appears on Thursday night at 9.30 and will feature Living in Australia Bogzine...

I was just reading Bazima's fantasitc Blog, and came across her Letter to Xtina. It really is quite heart breaking when you think about it.

"I Don't Know"

While Uncle Grambo is very umm... excited about Amanda Byne's 18th, and the fact that she has taken home Nickelodian's Kid's Choice Award for Best Actress, I found the pictures of MK and Ash Olsen gettin slimed much more interesting.

Movie Show Moves to Aunty

Margaret Pomeranz and David Stratton are leaving SBS in favor of ABC, sorry to non-aussies, but these guys are the best movie reviewers around. Margaret is also famous for being a bit of a hellion when it comes to breaking the law over censorship issues, such as her screening of Ken Park last year at Balmain Town Hall. Their new show should start on ABC mid year. Congrats!

Speaking of movie reviews, stay tune for my new reviews on All Zone 4 DVD, coming soon. Thanks to Kevin S. for letting me back!

Monday, April 05, 2004

Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes

Check out the first full length by TV on the Radio. I can't begin to describe the sound, and give it full credit, think the mythology of Alabama 3, mixed with the intelligent dance sound of the Postal Service. Their hopfull vocal soundscapes are reminicent of Peter Gabriel, and they definately comand a presence in a post 9/11 United States. Watch out Franz Ferdinand!

My turn, Blogga Please!!!

I think there is some confusion to my actual goal here (see Guestbook). Umm... there is none. The whole reason that blog culture/community has taken off in places like New York, is that it gives like minded people a forum, and an opportunity to share ideas on music, culture, etc. ...and yes, in my case, I am able to communicate with family and friends in America, in a more unique way then sending out a mass email every month. Who knows what will happen with it. I could get bored next week ditch the whole thing! I mean, I must admit, it is amazing a blog likeSarah's, who admits herself that her blog is merely about her getting drunk, is extremely entertaining. ...not to mention a great source of new music, and random crap. I have never met any of the bloggers I read about, but it is a great window into the human condition, and most bloggers are extremely interesting people.

Uncle Grambo says it best, when talking about how whatevs.org started out as a distraction and ended up something more:

In the beginning, I'm not quite sure there was a vision. I was heavily influenced by Might and Entertainment Weekly, so I had originally envisioned weekly updates and for it be more "feature" based, dig? You know, 500 to 1000 words on either books, music, movies or celebrities ... whatever was on my mind that week. But after discovering Blogger technology, the technological impediments that hindered the timely delivery of Piping Hot Content no longer existed. And that's when things started to blow up and people outside of my close circle of friends started to respond. The seeds of buzz were sewn, yo.

I really want to stress that I do this for fun, and that's it. If I can have a laugh at friends posting criticisms about me on the soup diet, then that's all I need.

Fun With my Guestbook

I have been pouting all morning because someone left this in my guestbook:

I guess reading your site is sightly less painful than watching a home movie....barely....I guess if you know the people you talk about it could be almost of passing interest. Phew! Bye for now...probably won't be back without serious financial incentives...

If someone were to find this site so uninteresting (I am in NO WAY CLAIMING it is interesting), why would they bother wasting their time signing the guestbook! Now I know how Sarah feels. Why do people have to be so nasty. I bet that the author of said comment has not been smooched in a very long time.

Thanks then, to Monkeylover, for making me feel better with such a nice comment!

I absolutely love your blogsite..I wait with bated breath for the next installment.

Plus, I can't believe you are into monkeys!!!

Thursday, April 01, 2004

Georgia on My Mind

Georgia has found her perfect man on match.com, Mr. Bean, this Seppo thinks you have lost her to this handsome devil!

Prince Is the New Truckers Hat

Everyone is talking about him, he's selling out shows, Darling Nikki's been covered by the Foo Fighters, and his new album comes out on Monday. Did you know he wrote Funkytown by Lipps Inc. It's about partying Minneapolis stizz!

Put Down the Chalupa and Drop Your Pants!

A man has been calling up fast food joints in America, pretending to be a cop, and demanding that managers perform strip searches on customers and employees. Several law suits have been filed, but the problem has been going on for five years.

Stuff...

Virgin Airlines is lending out Ipods to first class passengers. Very cool, but as Boing Boing says, what's the point of 40 GB of space if someone else chooses the music. ...and well, Branson's not in the record biz anymore, is he? Tubular Bells, anyone?

According to the match.com Physical Attraction Test this is my perfect woman. She does look cute, however, she must own car. I like being dropped off at the airport. Via Lindsay Linsayism...

April Fools!!!

Is the Sydney Morning Herald having us on, or will new Yum Cha (Dim Sum) Cart drivers be required to get licenses and display Learner plates?