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AIM is pntyrdr1 Email Seppo: kris dot sipe at gmail dot com
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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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Thursday, March 31, 2005
The Rumours of My Demise...  Yes kids, I am still alive. However, a combination of the exhaustion of Outdoor Experience, deadlines in the office, life dramas, evil children in wheelchairs, and an emergency two disc 80s mix cd, I have not been able to top up the ol' Raider this week. Special props out to Condolesa for her wonderful words of confidence. Needless to say, I have some fantastic OE pictures coming up, and a full rundown of the trip, that I will post over the weekend. In ze meantime... Delta Goodrom came to visit the hospital on Tuesday, but I was not permitted to go near her (I had much advice to give, and the staff thought it prudent to keep me away)! All the kids got very cute plush toys, and autographs from the romantically troubled nymphette. I felt a bit bad for making fun of her, until I found out she's not willing to show off her own underwear line! It is perplexing that a person could produce panties and not be prepared to pose in them. (Repeat 3 times) If you want to catch up with this Seppo on Saturday, you'll have to head to the Royal Randwick Easter Carnival for some horse racing action. Hopefully the track will be free of seagulls! Maybe it's the Kelly Clarkson obsession, maybe it's my sis loosing this rockstar thing or maybe it's just this Seppo's lack of a real life, but the flatmate has got me hooked on American Idol. Here's hoping that serial killer looking dude, Scott, sings "It Puts the Lotion in the Basket" Speaking of Kelly Clarkson, the Since You've Been Gone obsession is getting a bit out of control. I actually used the song to calm my nerves after a traffic incident this weekend (story to follow) and Stereogum informs us that this Seppo's number 1 album of 2004 artist Ted Leo has covered the song, and that our favourite pop singer doesn't know what a blog is. Download the song and read the goss from Scott. Just to clear things up to the kids at home... No it isn't moi in the Assless Chaps! I have had a hard enough time training for my triathlon in a Speedo, damnit! My mother on the phone today, "That Thighmaster was so sweet, saying that he likes the way your sister holds a microphone..." Mothers everywhere, unite with sticks and track the bastard down, it's all an Eddie Haskell facade I say!!! Do not give him corn, it only makes him stronger!
... Seppo 4:12 pm...
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Last Time On... The OE  Sitting next to me right now is a 15kg backpack, containing such lovelies as thermal underwear, rain gear, plate and fork, and of course a bag full of mini chocolate Easter eggs. This is all in aid of my first OE (Outdoor Experience). Anyone who knows this Seppo would probably not describe me as the outdoors type. While I love my snowboarding and running, I know that when I get home, my Powerbook will greet me with a freshly downloaded episode of the Daily Show, and there will be a bottle of Shiraz just waiting to be opened. For the next 4 days, I leave the luxuries behind, and head to Wilson's Promentory for a 50 K Easter hike. I have already heard stories of baby scorpions, and last night I dreamt of a helicopter rescue. If you don't hear back from me by Tuesday, send in the troops kids, 'cause this Seppo has probably got his foot stuck in some god forsaken rock in the middle of nowhere, and there's no way I've got the nerve to hack it off to set myself free. Easter Eggs First the bad news, Thirty Odd Foot of Grunts will not be releasing a new album any time soon. The good news? Russell Crowe is releasing a solo album untitled My Hand - My Heart. The first single, "I Maximus" is said to replace "Since You've Been Gone" as the next song constantly in your head. It's so wonderful to think about going home to Minneapolis in July. I mean there's nothing like going out on Lake Minnetonka, catching a show at First Avenue. ...and finally, heading over to my favourite Gun Shop to pick up my Murderapolis T Shirt. It's not offensive! Proceeds go to teaching kids not to shoot each other! Meredith didn't make it to the top two for the Rock Star Project, but she'll still play your wedding, bar mitzvah, or high school prom. Email her at meredithsipe at yahoo dot com for more info. Again, thanks to all who voted.
... Seppo 11:50 am...
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Plug Away Thanks to everyone who took the time out to vote for Meredith in the Rockstar Thingie, and a special thanks to the Thigh Master, for giving her a shout out. The announcement of the final two should come out on Wednesday. I'll keep you posted, kids. It was a fantastic weekend here in Oz. I spent Saturday doing some shopping with the Konk. While we were originally thought we were quite cool, since all the salesgirls on Oxford street were giggling at us, we later realized that it was because they thought we were a couple Queens spending a lovely Saturday together. When a particularly nice young blonde was wrapping up my new Ben Sherman polo shirt, she said, "So what are you guys up to tonight?" I replied in my not so masculine American accent "Going out to dinner at the Victorian Room." For some reason I don't think she was looking for a date.  The Victorian Room for Cyn's birthday was quite fun. If your looking for somewhere to have a large group for cocktails and tappas, and you don't mind spending about a hundo each, it's a great place to go. The atmosphere is, well, Victorian, and the wait staff is accommodating, friendly and relaxed. And they didn't seem to offended that Cyn decided to pretend the BUTT PLUGS she received for her birthday were ice cream treats.The next morning (afternoon) was a bit of a drag. Screw all the other remedies, there's nothing like double digit ASS references on the O.C. to help cure a hangover (or at least making it a bit more bearable). Rachel Bilson saying ass-hat is somehow almost as erotic as that Kelly McGillis make out scene in Top-Gun. Add to that a little Pixies circa Doolittle, and you've got the O.C. back to the basics (with plenty of season one references, and no contrived girl on girl action). Bullets: Congrats to DOV restaurant in Darlinghurst, not only on the newly appointed liquor license, but for the lovely mention in the Sydney Morning Herald's "Short Black". Also mentioned in Short Black, the sad fact that Religion affiliated Sanitarium has the audacity to claim it owns the copyright on the word "Granola" and seek to prohibit others from using it. Have they not watched "The Corporation". Snow Patrol have fired their bassist. He seems to have the same "I don't know what I did wrong" attitude that I do the morning after too many rums. I can't even begin to explain this story to Stateside folk... Let's just pretend it's Lindsay and Caleb, and the DNA test didn't work out in their favour. Oh.... and that he was a politician rather than a corrupt developer, um, and she was a guy, and Ryan and Seth weren't involved, oh you get the picture...
... Seppo 12:45 pm...
Friday, March 18, 2005
I'm a Rockstar...  It ain't American Idol, it's Millwauke's own version, "The Rockstar Project" and this Seppo's little sister is kickin' it in the top 5. You can read her bio here. Voting for the top 2 starts 10.30 am on Friday. Take the time out to vote for Meredith here, by clicking the Rockstar Project link, and I will be your BFF.T.G.I.F I say! Now why is it so crappy outside. What's the point of living at the beach if it's like this. Damn you Sydney weather. Whenever I meet other American's in Sydney they expect that we should have some kind of instant camaraderie. One of our guys in the Brisbane office is just that type. The funny thing is he looks EXACTLY like Kenny Rogers. I keep laughing in meetings, because I picture him breaking into The Coward of the County at any minute. Apparently it's a common look, otherwise there wouldn't be a site called menwholooklikekennyrogers.com. Damn, Stereogum wasn't kidding about Kelly Clarkson. I'm fucking addicted to Breakaway!!! Got an extra $700? Time travel is so cheap these days: Hello, I am selling what I believe to be a time machine that was built in the year 2239 by Dr. J. S. Strauss. I found the machine under my house when I was doing remodeling to the bathroom. Have a great weekend kids! Try to avoid petting the sheep!
... Seppo 4:10 pm...
Thursday, March 17, 2005
 Pitchin' a Tent at Camp CoveI've been a bit absent as of late, things here at the office have been a bit out of control. Needless to say, I will not be traipsing around Europe any time soon, and I won't be back in the States until July. Sorry kids.
... Seppo 4:22 pm...
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
So I am finally caught up with the Apprentice, the Amazing Race and watched the first episode of Survivor. I won't go into a detailed analysis of my reaction, but say, as usual, I'm as hooked as the rest of my home country. I did, however, miss the season finale of ESPN's most addictive hour ever, Tilt. It seems BTEFNET was down for a day or so, and my Bit Torrent client wasn't pumpin out the usual goods. The question remains, why do I live at one of the most beautiful beaches in the world when I could go home to Minnesota, buy my 911 Carrara and a Tivo and get fat. Bring on the Chunky Monkey, baby! Lou asked about the new Ben Lee album. I'm listening to it as I type, and give it a definite thumbs up. Check out Catch My Disease: "They play Sleepy Jackson on the Radio, and that's the way I like it, they play Beyonce on the radio, and that's the way I like it, they don't play me on the radio, and that's the way I like it..."
... Seppo 2:26 pm...
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Rainbow Connection There's been some comments and emails accusing us here at Pantryraider of joining the pink team, and with erotic wet suit poses, gay French cars and swimming with dolphins, the accusations are not without merit. I would like to take the time out to state that while this Seppo embraces the friendship of his gay and lesbian brothers and sisters, he is very comfortable with his own heterosexuality. Now, bring on the Mardi Gras!  Our vantage point, at the Captain Cook Hotel, was just about perfect. Plenty of room, easy access to the bar and all the assless chaps you could shake a stick at (so to speak).  How the 2005 Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade managed to rope in so many Ms. World contestants is beyond me.  It's a bit nipply in Montreal.  Seppo, the epitome of masculinity.  Boobs we will never, ever be able to touch.  You can tell we were at the last stop on the route. Some of the participants had a bit too much candy at the beginning. Mardi Gras volunteers are a selfless breed.  Crappy 90's TV. Well represented!  Starlight Express?  You gotta love this city... even the coppers were on board for the ride.  Flower power... The John Leguizamo float??  Americans were by no means spared... Anyone who wishes to help me with my Vampire Slayers In Training float next year is welcome. Thanks to Cyn for taking the pics, I hadn't had enough rums to control the shakes.
... Seppo 10:19 am...
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Pappa Don't Reach!  Once again Oz gets the B-Listers. MTV's Australia Music Awards brings us Anna Nicole Smith, Carmen Electra, and most of the Osbourne family. Generally I think of myself as pretty liberal, am I alone here in thinking that Ozzy grabbing his daughters breast is EXTREMELY inappropriate/creepy/fucked up, etc? Is he that drug addled that he doesn't know what's going on, or are they just lacking in shocking antics for the ad hock season 3 of "The Osbournes." Anna Nicole just seemed to be on some kind of medicated journey to fuckedville, quipping "To be honest, I am not Australian."___ Done Delta, done Paris, screw it... might as well just get married. Scud Philippoussis is engaged to an 18 year old. Meanwhile, Delta's mom tells everyone to leave her baby alone. ___ Have you been listening to Indie Pop Rocks? It's the best internet radio station ever... and you can just pick it up in itunes at 128k. They play bands that bloggas dig, and bands with cool, sexy names, like Velvet Teen. ___ Zach Braff seems really cool. Dude, next time you're in Oz, give us a bell. ___ The new Ivy album is out, AMG gives it 4 stars. Realistic was the first piece of Vinyl I ever bought (after I was 10), and Ivy was the first concert I could legally drink at 12:01 AM, May 26, 1995 The Uptown Bar and Grill). Spin's third best blogger in the Universe likes them too.
... Seppo 3:35 pm...
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Boozing at Bojangles I suppose it was about two years since me and two mates headed into Alice Springs, after driving our hired four wheel drive across Australia. We thought that we might be charged for a brand new truck, considering that the thing was caked in mud, and had been thrashed quite hard. After booking a hotel, we decided to head out for dinner and a drink at Bojangles Saloon. Bojangles is a theme pub of sorts, something like Chotskys, ala Office Space, only with Crocodile Crossing signs. I think they built the place to confuse the Americans into thinking they were at an Australian TGI Fridays. Onthat particular night, a few drinks turned into about 20, and we were suddenly hanging out with the bar staff. One of the regulars was an 18 year old English girl who was about 5 foot 2, and a little spitfire. She had this very strong Northern accent, and was one of those old souls that you meet when travelling about. We exchanged numbers, and me and the boys moved on to the backpackers for some more drinks, where I ended up smooching some Irish girl, while being chastised on my technique from afar. A few weeks later, I got a call from Fi, the English girl. She was coming through Sydney, and wanted to know if she could stay at my place in Bondi. I said sure, picked her up at the train station, and we ended up having a hilarious week. I brought her to the annual rugby ball, in Goulburn, where we introduced ourselves as porn star, and porn producer husband. She continuously flashed the boys in Flamingos Nightclub, and wowed them into a stupor, causing them to buy us drinks. The next year, at Christmas, I headed off to Paris, London, and a bit of a side trip to Huddersfield, to hang with Fi. It was a crazy time, we spent most of it taking videos of each other in shopping malls. If, for some reason, I decide that ladies my own age are no longer an option, and Fi wants a sugar daddy, we'll probably have the ceremony at Bojangles, since it has such a place in our hearts. So, imagine my surprise when I found out that Bojangles is throwing a "all-singing, all-dancing, all-Aussie" buck's night to celebrate the Prince's wedding to Camilla Parker Bowles. Will Bojangles go down in history as the site of Charles' final night of debauchery? Will Charles be confused that John Trazona, a local accountant, is dressing up as his mother? Will the Prince outdo his son, Harry, who has a reputation for closing down Australian drinking establishments? Will Charles simply stay in his hotel, and avoid the whole thing in order to give Camilla one of his infamous phone calls? Who knows, at least the peanut shells will soak up some of the revelry.
... Seppo 3:37 pm...
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Mollymook Mix Today is the first day of Autumn, and I just got back from only my second road trip of the year, and the first with my gay French car. I made a "Mollymook Mix" the night before, and luckily it was sunny enough in Sydney to get through the CD, and out to Wollongong, with the roof off. Mollymook Mix: Amsterdam - Guster Two Words - Mos Def and Kanye West Ding Dong - Nellie McKay In The Waiting Line - Zero 7 We Aint - The Game feat. Eminem Celebrity Sanctum - Dogs Die In Hot Cars This Sad Song - Alison Krauss and Union Station Gunz Yo - Sage Francis Hello - Me First and the Gimme Gimmes Living for the City - Stevie Wonder Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day Tropical Iceland - The Fiery Furnaces California - Low Can't You Hear Me Knocking - The Rolling Stones Hey Porcupine - Josh Rouse Comfortably Numb - Scissor Sisters Me and Mia - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists Common People - Pulp  Once through Wollongong, we ended up in quite a fog, but decided to keep the roof down. Just outside of town, we ended up following a stretch limo pulling a trailer. "Oil, that is... Texas Tea!!!"We arrived in Mollymook and had a lovely sleep, before heading off the next day for my diving lesson in Ulladulla. First was the classroom instructions, and then it was off to the pool to get used to the equipment. I realized that the wet suit I borrowed was a bit small, but, once I put the thing on, I didn't think it was wise to try and peel it off.  It was free swim for the kiddies at the pool, and I suddenly developed quite a large audience. Everything went smoothly except that I couldn't seem to get my mouthpiece recovery down. My instructor eventually became frustrated, and gave me the finger underwater. We headed to the ocean to take the actual dive. It was a bit weird getting used to walking carrying all the equipment, and for some reason they had to strap about 40 pounds on to me to get me sinking. Must be all of the muscle mass. I fell over getting in the water, and had to be helped up, but once we were under, I was amazed by how relaxed I felt. About 5 minutes into the dive, the instructor pointed to something in the water. I expected to see a brightly coloured fish, but nearly wet my pants when I saw a huge, grey object in front of me. Suddenly the whole world went slow motion, as the most beautiful creature I have ever seen swam around me in circles. My heart was racing, my eyes were bulging, and Goosebumps covered my body. I don't know how long the dolphin stuck around for, but it seemed like an eternity. When he left, he had a big smile on his face, and seemed to be waving goodbye... "So long, and thanks for all the fish!"  The rest of the dive was amazing as well, but I will never forget that dolphin, as long as I live. When we returned to land, the instructor was as excited as I was. It turns out that seeing a dolphin underwater is once in a lifetime, even for a professional.For dinner that night, we headed to Bannister's Point Lodge. The food was incredible, but for some reason they seemed to want to get us out as fast as possible. We were so tired from our dive that by the time we were finished we were exhausted. We stopped at the Kiama blow hole, but it didn't seem to be in the mood to perform. So, basically we looked at some rocks. We did, however take a picture of me and the gay French car, with accentuated tummy flab. 
... Seppo 12:22 pm...
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What a week, what a week, my friends... Trying to train for this weekend's triathlon, working at the kids hospital, and hosting a table for the