I have ordered a shiny new computer but it won't be arriving for a little while. Woe. In the meantime I am off to Brisbane this weekend anyway for family time and interrogation about my love life and career prospects. Usually a big family gathering would require a lot of drinking, but I have still not recovered from My Worst Hangover™ many weeks ( Read more... )

There's yet another Sam Neill red meat ad. Still with the orangutan. Sam Neill tries to convince me that red meat is vital to cognition. Here's a thought: instead of paying Sam Neill to do these ads, subsidise the cost of meat so I can eat a steak every day and improve my brain function.

In The Word Meme That Wouldn't Die, rebness gave me some words she ( Read more... )

Have you seen the ad where Sam Neill talks about meat in a school library around little girls? And then dances?

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How about the ad where he jumps out of a tree, shadows some women at a butcher's, stalks a family through their dining room window, and then dances?

Then there's the ad where he crashes someone's barbecue to evangelise about red meat ( Read more... )

Wil Anderson, via Twitter: "Shit. Just realised the date. I haven't bought any EOFYS presents. I haven't cooked my EOFYS dinner. I don't even have an EOFYS tree!"

(Shh, I still loathe Twitter. I just enjoy stalking the occasional celebrity on it.)

zhonghua2000 gave me some words for that last meme that I did. And when I LOLed, she gave me some more. Such a ( Read more... )

I think I kind of love Kevin Rudd ( Read more... )

I don't know what this world is coming to when comedians known for outrageous stunts pull outrageous stunts, or when 'celebrity chefs' known for being foul-mouthed go off on a foul-mouthed tirade. Which is not to excuse The Chaser Team or Gordon Ramsay for some A+ idiotic behaviour, but the respective furores have been ridiculous ( Read more... )

I am (almost) freed from the tyranny of Latin, which is a huge relief. I am enrolled for the sequel subject for next semester, but at this point I've had about as much Latin as I can take, and surely as much as I could ever need, so I hope to be able to get out of it. I mean, it was self-inflicted to begin with, but I was just pre-empting the ( Read more... )

You know that stupid advertisement for an end-of-financial-year-sale only they say "Happy EOFYS" instead of spelling it out, and there's lots of singing and dancing (that bit I like)? I always think they're singing the lyric "Happy Oedipus". And then I get confused.

The end.

In the end I managed to move, of course, and things worked out. I quite like my new place, a swish apartment in a building with a lift, sharing with a music producer who keeps long hours but is good company when he's around. So far, so good. I feel much happier and settled here, even though I haven't got a proper bed yet and the flat as a whole ( Read more... )

1. Dear Kotex ( Read more... )