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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
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 Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
  The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
 Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
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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!
... Seppo 10:18 am...
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