My ages-old iPod completely died in the arse on Friday, so I ashamedly purchased an iPod Scratcho today. It seems okay so far, but from what I can gather, it should have begun the highly functional and stylish Apple process of self-destruction in a few days, finally decomposing as a metal husk resembling nothing more than a C3PO turd in a few weeks’ time. So we’ll wait and see.

Not too much to report otherwise, it’s been a bit of a work-at-home weekend. I’ve only been distracted away from my work when Adam’s doing something particularly disturbing in the background - today he’s been devising increasingly bizarre ways to destroy cockroaches. There’s a group of them trapped individually under drinking glasses, resembling a miniature Ikea-styled Guantanamo Bay in our bathroom. Then I also noticed he’d been smothering cockroaches with shaving cream until they carked it. Really, I should make sure he’s more occupied, but he tries to pass it off as “ideas for an ad I’m doing”.

My mate Julian the Lawyer from our local pub has managed to succesfully stalk down my site. As a result, he’s demanding some sort of product placement, or he’ll… probably do something lawyer-y to me. So, he’s suggested I ask you all for any bizarre legal questions you may have burning away… think of him as the Dr Karl of law. Except much better looking. Email me anything you have to ask [jeb at tastes like drunk dot internerd dot blah] and I’ll get him to post everything here shortly. So he doesn’t, like, get the internet lawyers onto me or anything.

We’re taking a short holiday to Melbourne in a couple of weeks, not that I’ll probably remember any of it, seeing as we’re trying to plan our trip around who we can get drunk with and when. This will undoubtedly result in us missing a plane because of daylight savings clicking around at the least expected moment - this has already caused us to miss two planes over the last few years. At least we were flying Virgin rather than Jetstar - it sounds like Jetstar strap you to a chair and develop ransom money from your family with a knife to your throat, if you’re mere seconds late to board one of their flights.

Meanwhile, Adam seriously thinks we should buy a pair of these hoodies on the left, and wear them around the city looking angry… just to see what happens. We wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, but it sure wouldn’t make us look like happy rainbow-sash wearing gays, ready to give anyone in sight a great big gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgendered hug, either.

You may think I’m posting this for a laugh, but if you’ve actually met Adam, you’re nodding in understanding as you process these words…

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