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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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Happy Kyoto day!
Valentine's Blues
1,000,000 Typewriters
My Sad Story
Balls off Bash
Feeling Minnesota
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There’s Better Beer in Adelaide



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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!