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EAT ME!!!

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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95 Kg Tuna
Gay Post of the Week
Bonsai
Croc and Roll
French, Yes, Gay, Not so Much
I Could Spit on a Stranger
Outfoxed!
Heat Wave!!!
Bitched at Swirth
Sydney Supernova



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all music guide
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internet movie database
slayage
urband legends archive
tripple j
all zone 4 dvd
grimsey records
britneyfreak
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Friday, February 25, 2005

Ladi, Ladi Delta Likes to Party

Just about to head off to Mollymook, for a weekend of diving and relaxing, but had to mention the Music Show in Dublin's Point Theatre before I left. It seems that while Pantryraider favourite Snow Patrol won 2 awards, Delta Goodrem was booed off the stage. Her music alone should be enough to THROW her off the stage, but even after her repeatedly inexcusable choices in bad boy boyfriends, for some reason Australians still find her endearing. Snoop D. O. Double G wrapped up the event, managing to get 8,000 dancing without the aid of Guiness or Jamison. Snoop later asked Delta to smoke his "spliff" which seemed to cheer her up after the less then enthusiastic welcome.
... Seppo 2:22 pm...

Thursday, February 24, 2005

But Bilson's Got Better Boobies!

New ipods were released today, for anyone looking to upgrade. Reports from sites such as Macrumors suggested that Minis were all going colour, but it isn't the case. So... it looks like 4 GB and 6 GB minis, and 30 GB and 60 GB Photos are the go. I think I'm going to have to pick up a Shuffle while I am home in July, because my hip sack thing that holds my 20GB ipod while I run makes me look like a total knob. I was running by The Paddington Inn the other day, and someone yelled out "Poofter!" Little did he know that I was listening to Lamb of God, and could go postal at any second.


Paris and Tink may be able to avoid those unfair puppy marriage bans in America. There are other options available in Jakarta.


I just went down to get myself my morning Late with two sugars, and some Turkish toast with peanut butter and honey, and thought I'd stop by the Newsagent to pick up my two favourite magazines, Yen and Uncut. I was blown away that Mischa Barton is still on the cover of half the magazines here, including Australian Vogue, with the headline "Girl of the Moment." While the O.C. remains, along with Macaroni and Cheese with hotdogs, my guilty pleasure, Mischa and her crappy lesbian side plot is driving me batty. I don't think I have ever seen someone's acting REGRESS so bad. The pool furniture debacle from episode one is Oscar material compared to the girl on girl action. Someone needs to send her to Goddard Fulton from Unscripted as soon as possible... Look what he did for Krista Allen...


Hmmm... The Rock Star Project, sounds like a Mathew Broderick/Mark Wahlberg vehicle, but it's actually Milwaukee's own version of American Idol. It seems that my little sister has made the top 10. Hopefully she won't need me to fly back to the states for our rendition of Summer Lovin' Apparently the winner gets to record a song that gets played on radio station WKTI for a year... developing...
... Seppo 4:26 pm...

... Seppo 10:41 am...

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

...For People Who LIKE Good News

Do you want the good news first, or the bad news? Bad news first, eh....

It's always a nice surprise to get an instant message all the way from the Rocky Mountains, (even though the time is off synch, and messages go unanswered) but last night I came home from my run to find out from Gijyun that Hunter S. Thompson had killed himself. I'll spare everyone too much of a soliloquy, since The Thigh Master has already given the drug infused curmudgeon one of his famous Thighs Wide send offs. Needless to say, Johnny Depp should probably stop trying to imitate the man's inflections at award ceremonies, now that Mr. Thompson has passed on.

Next up in crap news, comedian Jamie Kennedy says that Sydneysiders suck. I happen to agree with a lot of his points. I mean, the women are uppity and we blokes definitely drink too much, but.... from the city goss, the only reason the guy was winging so much was due to the fact that the ladies wouldn't give him the time of the day; they simply didn't know, or give a shit, who he was. For a guy who's only claim to fame is fucking with people's lives on "The Jamie Kennedy Experiment," and who's reason for being in Sydney was to shoot "Son of the Mask," he should really keep his mouth shut. Then again, by opening it, he only ended up sounding like the Federline fuckwit that he is:

"Sydney thinks it is Paris, but it is really Nebraska"

Huh? Oh... right, it must be all the corn... dickhead...

But aside from dead writers and Sydney dissing comedians, there's plenty of good news...

For instance, I finally have a way to placate all of those cute little girls in Chinatown, as Ms. Fits discovered that San Rio have introduced the long awaited, limited edition Hello Kitty vibrator (thank god). Top that with the fact that Aussie Queer Eye is a complete and utter failure, and you have one happy Seppo.

...and finally... after reading how much Uncle Grambo and Stereogum get wet for Lionel Richie's video for "Hello" (and having quite a laugh myself), I was finally able to track down Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' pop punk cover of the clay headed classic. Give it a listen, and tell me that's not good news!
... Seppo 1:59 pm...

Monday, February 21, 2005

Obligatory Paris Post

It's probably the first, and the last time you'll ever read "Anna Kournikova is soooo pissed" in the comments of a blog. I won't go into the details of the Paris Hacked debocle, but I'm betting it will make some interesting google searches. The pictures contained in her Sidekick are the strangest part of the whole deal. The nude shots with friend are quite spooky, has anyone ID'd her? If the whole thing is a scam, prank, it's the notes that seem to be too surreal to be real. October 5 says it all:

lingerie store
Check from rick
Call maroon 5
Get birth control kill pill

Tripple J DJ's "Jay and the Doctor," who have become the Bain of my morning existence, and I am listening to purely as a car crash gawker, suggested (unsubtly) that they had discovered the hacked list. The two egregiously annoying djs even put on a facade of responsibility, by announcing that they would not give out the website which had the address book, pictures and notes. The two "big humour" djs could not figure out why "no one in America answers their phones," failing to realize that they were not breaking the story, and that the celebs in question had full mailboxes/turned off phones because they had been RECEIVING CALLS ALL NIGHT!!!

I would feel truly sorry for anyone else in this situation, but Paris seems to be extremely resilient, and actually enjoy these goofy situations. For god sakes, she has the URL for the site which sells her porn videoon her Sidekick!

Rob "Milsy" Mills, Australia Idol one night stand, was absent from Paris' addresses. Find Chad Lowe and start a club, buddy...
... Seppo 12:40 pm...

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Oh, my god... Your Tattoo is sooooooooooo gay.

Via

Boudist

... Seppo 11:47 am...

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Happy Kyoto day!

Today all of the major industrialised countries in the world combine forces to reduce greenhouse gas emissions and move closer to global warming solutions. Oh... shit, all of the major industrialised countries besides the two I hold passports in.

Way to go Australia! Hip, hip hooray, USA! Both countries have stated that Kyoto is "not in their best interest." Being that those defining the interests of both countries will probably only live another 20 years (unless Cryogenics become viable), it seems that the only interests at heart are their own greed. The hypocrisy of Bush's Christianity, and his failure to protect God's most precious creations against destruction is astounding. As I am in the energy industry, and a member of Green Peace, this matter is very close to my heart. Please take the time out today to sign the Kyoto petition.
... Seppo 12:58 pm...

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

I have never been very cynical about Valentine's day. Probably because I have generally been a spoiled little brat. In the past I've had someone put together a Valentine's basket (including Volkswagen shaped candies and all the cd's on my wish list), or buy several "outfits" that I got to choose from. Hmmm... this time last year was spent at Mezzaluna, and it didn't cost to much, due to my date's tolerence level of one and a half glasses of Savignon Blanc, (nothing better than a cheap date on Valentines.)

Enter 2005, and what do I have to show for it? After running 40k last week, my body just didn't seem to be ready for the 5 beers I had on Saturday. I actually found myself trying to convince my body to fight on, "Come on, Seppo, mate, you're at a Doctors and Nurses party, there's white lace bras everywhere, buck up little camper." Alas, after running into a young lady I always had a crush on, and not being able to speak, I had to find a cab home (today involved apology email). ...and then began the longest recuperation I have ever had. Yesterday I arrived to work, in a Valentine inspired red tie, only to experience malaria like symptoms. My body just wouldn't cope, and I had to catch the bus home. I couldn't even enjoy the solitude of having an afternoon at home, considering that every time I tried to watch re-run's of Sabrina the Teenage Witch, I just got head spins. The only thing that seemed to make me feel better was to listen to "Celebrity Sanctum" by Dogs Die in Hot Cars, over and over again. My Valentine's Day finally ended at 3.30 am on the 15th, with insomnia, finally drifting off to my nightly tradition of cheesy audio book.

Maybe I should have payed more attention to the press release from my local grocery store regarding their "Cereal Dating" night. Westfields, Bondi Junction, may have come up with the lamest dating strategy in history. The idea is to place a cereal box upside down in your cart to show you are available. The key is to choose a cereal that describes yourself:

"Looking to attract quirky, outrageous types that live life on- the-edge and want some fun then head for the Fruit Loops or Crunchy Nut

Choose All Bran or Mini Wheats to attract dependable, regular, conservative types
Weet-Bix, Nutrigrain or Cornflakes for sporty, outdoors types

Special K, Just Right for career orientated types

And for those that don't really care... a variety pack will show that the shopper is willing to chat to anyone!"

Due to Australia's lack of Count Chocula and Cheerios, Goths and Homosexuals are excluded.
... Seppo 3:39 pm...

Thursday, February 10, 2005


... Seppo 10:50 am...

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

My Sad Story

Bec Cartwright has become the talk of the town, I tells ya. Every talk show host, morning radio nitwit and water cooler loudmouth has something to say about the future Mrs. Hewitt. She celebrated her engagement just as most girls do, by posing half naked for FHM... For those outside of Oz, who haven't had the privilege of listening to drive by radio, her singles are hitting the airwaves. The little vixen won't be undone by fellow soapy stars Kylie M. and Delta G., she wants her man and her Aria. Lleyton, on the other hand, is just happy he replaced Princess Fiona before his career faltered any further.


All you NY hipsters out there, what's your impression of The Gates...


Ms. Fits is my new favourite blogger... I squirted coffee out my nose at this.


I was trying to figure out why my Ipod keeps stopping after I have been running for a half hour or so, when I stumbled on the following CNET review. Please pray that "Col. Hia" does not receive a puppy for Christmas this year.

"My sad story."
Col. Hia! on 15-Jan-2005 09:27:31 PM
Pros: Look and chrome.
Cons: It crashed my two PCs, the software that came with it crashed them both whenever I pluged in the Ipod. I finally got it to work because I had to turn off some settings on my computer. Well, when I finally got the music on it, it got 32 songs on it before I Tunes froze. While I was restarting the comp, I tryed out my Ipod and the thing played each song like it was playing a skipping record. I whacked it a few times to get it to work and I dropped it. I picked it up and the backlight was still on but there were no words on the screen. I turned it off. I tryed for 3 hours to get it to work again. I cried a few times and swore at Apple for this. I called their number and the first thing they said to me was if I had updated its firmware. I was like "What the heck?" Wasn't Apple supposed to make products that non-tech savvy people could use easily? I told him I dropped it, she laughed and explained that drops weren't covered by the warrenty. I swore and she hanged up on me. I threw the Ipod to the ground, I then realized that was stupid and imediatly picked it up to see if it was okay. When I tried to turn it on, it just turned on with half of the screen with a back light and it started to make a faint grinding noise in it. I shook it and the grinding stopped. The then screen flashed "Service needed, problem with software." So, there I was, in my bedroom holding a broken Ipod in my hand. I just broke down and got into the fetal position. Two weeks later I ordered a Creative Zen Touch because it was like a Ipod with more features and was $50 cheaper. My Ipod, and it only played one song: "Talkin' About my Generation"
... Seppo 5:13 pm...

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

If Wales win, I'll cut my balls off...


... Seppo 4:34 pm...

Feeling Minnesota

February 3, 2005
Dear Mr. Sipe:

Thank you for contacting me about the confirmation of Dr. Condoleezza Rice as United States Secretary of State. I greatly appreciate your thoughtful message in support of my decision.

My philosophy is to support the President's nominees, unless I have significant cause to do otherwise. I appreciate that President Bush's official appointments would not be consistent with those I would make. However, I am deeply troubled by the confirmation of Dr. Rice as the Secretary of State and our nation's top diplomat, due to her direct role in the Bush Administration's reckless, maverick foreign policy.

It is necessary that this Administration begin to restore respect and trust for our country within the world community of nations. It is my hope that the President and his Cabinet members can accomplish this important task. However, Dr. Rice has demonstrated indifference to the Administration's misleading statements about the situation in Iraq, before and after the Congressional Resolution in October, 2002, authorizing that war. Dr. Rice misled the American public and members of Congress about Iraq. For these reasons, I voted against the confirmation of Dr. Rice as Secretary of State.

Again, thank you for contacting me. Please feel free to share your concerns with me again. My best regards.

Sincerely,
Mark Dayton
United States Senator
... Seppo 9:52 am...

Monday, February 07, 2005

Bolo!!!

My bookclub is on in two days, and some ass decided that we should read a 950 page book. I have to admit, it's been a fantastic read so far, so much that I've had trouble putting it down. However, I'm only on page 235 and I still haven't watched Thursday's episode of Mischa's forays into sapphic lust. The book, Shantaram, is about a guy who manages to escape over the front wall of a prison in Victoria, Australia. He escapes to India, becomes a street doctor, falls in love and becomes involved with the mafia... and there's stil more than 700 pages to go. I am hoping for an epic, Braveheart like, battle to finish things off.

Hey, somebody should have warned me that these pics of my favourite female solo artist are NSFW!


Ok, so the cameraman and the sound guy have to get in the cab as well. No wonder they always look so squashed! Everything you wanted to know (and a bunch of useless crap) about The Amazing Race. We want Bolo back, now!!!


Tony Pierce's conversation with the mermaid girl makes me laugh...


I apologize for the lack of recipes as of late, I have been slack. I promise something later in the week, maybe mac and cheese with hot dogs...
... Seppo 3:00 pm...

Friday, February 04, 2005

There's Better Beer in Adelaide

Australia's Triple J, part of the Australian Broadcasting Network, would be the equivalent of NPR having an alternative offshoot. Being that it is publicly funded, it has been known over the last 30 years as being quite innovative, and its "Unearthed" series has launched many well know Australian alternative acts. Over the last few years, whether it is due to turmoil in the ABC, or for other reasons, Triple J has steadily declined in quality of music and commentary.

Triple J's most quality feature was breakfast hosts, Adam Spencer and Will Anderson, who became icons for comedy loving Australians. Adam and Will moved on this year to be replaced by Jay and "The Doctor" who may host the most uncomedic, offensively commercial sounding radio show in the history of public radio. Seth Cohen would be offended to the core at the "big humour" that these guys offer up.

While I have still been turning on Tripple J each morning, glad that they were playing up some Ted Leo, Fiery Furnaces and other morsels, I was only mildly offended when these two fuckwits praised punk schlocks Goldfinger's cover of Nina's 99 Red Balloons, without mentioning it was a complete rip off of the 7 Seconds classic from "Walk Together, Rock Together." However, this morning plunged to new lows. The duo were interviewing an obviously annoyed Ben Folds about his song "Adelaide" and described the city as having clean streets, no graffiti... but beneath the surface were hidden dead babies. WHAT? Are you fucking stupid??? The guy moved from LA, to this beautiful Australian city, wrote a cute little song about it, and you come up with that! Ben hangs up, and the idiots start congratulating themselves about how "out there" they are. They got Ben back on the line, but I sensed it was because his agent thought he better finish up the interview. Contact Triple J here to express your discontent.
... Seppo 3:26 pm...

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Breathe in Breathe Out

I took my ritual walk downstairs today, to the always exciting Australia Square food court, to pick up a small latte with two sugars. I noticed, in the lounge area of the food court, that a TV was playing what looked to me like Passions. Is this just repeats making their way to Australia, or is the show still on? I only remember it because I used to go to the gym, back in good old St. Paul, Minnesota USA and tune into "Days of Our Lives" on the gym's radio station, and every day, as I was wrapping up my workout, the schmalziest song in history began to play...

I would hold the hand of the one who could lead me places
And kiss the lips of the one who could sing so sweet.
And I would fly on the wings of the bird I knew, it would take me highest.
Breathe in, breathe out. You keep me alive.
You are the fire burning inside of me. You are my passion for life.

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was happening. It was if the whole thing was written by some Celine Dione worshiping smack addict. While I am glad that Miguel seems to have found work on Desperate Housewives, sometimes worry that I will end up stuck in Tabitha's basement with that horrible little Timmy thing. ....unless the whole show was a dream... Sunset Beach stizz...


...and speaking of Desperate Housewives, it seems as though the pilot was a hit here in Oz. The show received 2.5 million viewers on Monday night, so popular that the pilot was repeated on Tuesday, gaining 1.1 million viewers, half of which had already watched the show the night before. It's like Baby Einstein for adults (without the spooky puppets).


Thank you John Shand, for telling it like it is in this morning's Sydney Morning Herald:

The flourishing sales that the Australian Idol mob enjoy further stifles the ability of the gifted to reach the audience they deserve. It is like static on the airwaves, creating interference that prevents people from ever discovering that there is such a thing as quality music, rather than merely the soundtrack to a life of eating McDonald's, drinking Coke, wearing badly fitting trousers and never having an original thought.

Hopefully his idea of quality music is not represented by the likes of Melbourne retro shclockers Jet.
... Seppo 1:41 pm...