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Monday, November 22, 2004

Finger Kabob

I like to send out a thanks to the fantastic staff at Cruise Bar in lovely Sydney Harbour for the special attention they payed to this Seppo after an unfortunate bar injury. Somehow, upon coming back from the bar with a round of Stella Artois, I managed to have a shard of glass pass all the way through my left ring finger, making it a kabob, of sorts. Hopefully this was not a grand, ironic gesture from a mocking universe, informing me of my perpetual bachelorhood. The flatmate nearly passed out as I removed the thing, and blood began to spurt out in near cinematic projections. I think I may have been a bit over attended to, as I caught up with a bachelor party at Men's Gallery, and the dancers seemed to be a bit frightened of my bandaged paw.

After much care and washing, the injury looked fine, and I was able to head off to Newtown to catch Adam Spencer and Will Anderson's farewell show at the Enmore Theatre on Saturday. I first was turned on to Adam Spencer about five years ago in the states, when I was writing for 3M. He used to host the night time show on JJJ radio, which was broadcast live over the internet, and called me up to participate in the Tuesday quiz. We corresponded via email a bit and I promised to send him Post-It Notes, but never got the nerve to swipe from the supply cupboard. Adam and Will's morning show has become such a daily routine for me, it will be strange not to wake up with them. Good luck guys, you deserve it.
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Open comment to the writers of "The Notebook": You are devious bastards. What a cliched bunch of crap... everyone KNEW who the old couple were. We KNEW who she would end up with in the end... We KNEW she would get her memory back on her death bed... yet... the whole theatre came out bawling their eyes out, including me.

Damn you cute little Rachel McAdams, and sad old Gena Rowlands!
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Speaking of teary eyes, it looks like the O.C. is back to it's old self again. Last Thursday's episode brought back the love triangles, insecurity and laughs of the first season, not to mention the addition of The Bait Shack, Newport's own Peach Pitt After Dark. I'm not a Walkmen fan, but I bet there were swarms of teenie boppers stripping Best Buys bare of Bows + Arrows. But, wait, if Seth had to get a job to get the two tickets for Summer, how did Ryan get in. ...and what the fuck is with Rachel Bilson's bangs???
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Yippeee, there's a new Australian Idol!!! Casey Donovan... well, we better publish her website in a half page newspaper ad!!! Oh, wait, we forgot to add the dot au to the end!!! Shit, www.caseydonovan.com is a gay porn site!!!
... Seppo 5:19 pm...