Archive for February, 2005

I’m Obviously Out of the Loop on Entertainment News

Monday, February 28th, 2005

Here I was thinking that Sami Lukas was fired from Today, but I tuned in this morning, and there’s still an over-stimulated dog wandering around the set. Did I miss something?

Facing Up to It

Monday, February 28th, 2005

I’ve got an embarassingly low capacity capacity for facial recall. Usually, this trips me up if I’m at a party and meeting an endless assembly line of new people; but at least I’m probably tanked on beer at the time, so I’ve some tangible excuse.
Then there’s also the situation when you think you can remember […]

Let Me Broadcast My Indviduality From a Selection of 30 Ringtones

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005

Synthetic ringtone. Office phone ringtone. Ascending ringtone. Salsa ringtone. Soundtrack to Sega Master System puzzle game ringtone.
Yes, you’re stuck on the train, alone in the carriage with someone else undergoing the intense dilemma of selecting a ringtone on their new phone.
The Star Wars theme. The Simpsons theme. The Addams Family theme. The Fuckwit Who Wears […]

AussieMan.net: Definitely Not “HOT ENOUGH”

Monday, February 21st, 2005

Who defines “hot enough”? Since when did some select group of professional homos narrowly define what the world is supposed to consider an attractive man to be?

Soul Weaver

Saturday, February 19th, 2005

ADAM (practicing combat moves): Stay away! Don’t fuck with me! Or I’ll take your soul!
JEB (distractedly looking up from TV guide): I need my soul.
ADAM: I am a soul weaver! Rarrgh!
JEB: ….don’t you mean soul reaver? As in, that Playstation game?
ADAM: NO. (angry pause) Soul weaver.
JEB: So what, you make soul jumpers or something?
ADAM: What […]

Fooddeeeeeeee!

Thursday, February 17th, 2005

The footy season starts tomorrow (sort of)!
I’m so excited, I’m currently getting pre-drunk in celebration of tomorrow night.

Odd Stuffings

Wednesday, February 16th, 2005

Speaking of my parents’ novelty Christmas presents, as I’ve already noted - this Christmas I received an eerie, liquid-filled stress ball of George W. Bush’s head. Perhaps aptly, if you study it from certain angles, his noggin looks like a map of the earth.
In the closest nod we’ll probably get in Sydney to the tarantula-stuffed […]

Novelty Drinking Accessories vs World War III

Saturday, February 12th, 2005

When it comes to Christmas presents, my parents seem to have located the only Granny May’s outlet still standing, and have encountered some sort of spectacular wholesale purchase deal.
The most promising gift of reasonable practicality I can hope for is a book. Everything else is a honking, fart-noise-generating, practical joke cacophony of novelty mugs, genuinely […]

Bread, Milk, Nipple

Wednesday, February 9th, 2005

I’ve always enjoyed living near the city, although our current house has presented a rather unique problem.
There’s a small corner store near here, which we frequent for simple grocery requirements. However, should we be after something markedly supermarket-esque, need to hire a DVD, or visit a newsagent… that involves a visit to Australia’s largest red-light […]

Questions Which Are Only Asked in Sydney, #82: “Is This a Gym or a, er… Sauna?”

Sunday, February 6th, 2005

When it comes to fitness, I’m just there to maintain myself, not to excel and become some sort of gargatuan monster. Not dissimilar to Kerri-Anne Kennerly periodically trying her botoxed hand at hosting gameshows.
No, reducing the body’s capacity to support a neck and ability to fit inside a bathtub are strictly Adam’s role in this […]

Things I’ll Only Admit When I’m Updating This Website Drunk, #1

Friday, February 4th, 2005

Welcome to part one of an ongoing series which threatens to eclipse the otherwise sober scribings on this site! Excuse any keyboard slurrings any advance.
Tonight’s guilty admission: there’s a homeless guy who hangs around near our place, whom I find inexplicably attractive.
This isn’t the first occurance of such vagrant lust, either. There used to be […]

Dear Corporations of the World

Friday, February 4th, 2005

Cease referring to your products and services as solutions. You should not make me so angry about petty marketing terms when I am drunk, but you do. Stop it, stop it, stop it. Insert cry icon here.

Niplash

Thursday, February 3rd, 2005

My hair is now officially receding. This will likely set forth some terrifying chain of events in my life, starting with Soundgarden being added to the “classic hits” FM stations as of tomorrow.
Although, granted, I’ve had a bit of problem with hair from the word go. I’ve never been able to grow hair on my […]