My friend Kevin got me addicted to Frontier House, the PBS show about three families pretending to be pioneers out in Montana. The Snook and I decided last night that we like the Glenn family from Tennessee. They don’t bitch and whine (except about their stupid neighbours), and the kids seem to be enjoying the project. The Clune family, on the other hand, are rich folks from California (the father brags that he’s never mowed a lawn in his life, and neither have his kids), so you can guess how well they adapt. The two teenage girls actually got ratted out for sneaking in makeup. I admit I had to laugh when they were bawling while milking their cow in the middle of a freak June snowstorm. The third family, the Brooks, are really nice, hard-working, and uninteresting. If you aren’t going to whinge about the work, you at least need to whinge about your neighbours if you’re going to hold my attention!

The Sydney Morning Herald has finally tracked down the guy responsible for all those annoying “brokenman.net” chalkings around Sydney. I’m deliberately not linking to his site and I’ve made a personal pledge to never visit it myself. He’s chalked Newtown several times and I used to think it was just a cryptic (and annoying) marketing campaign. Now I know he’s just a stupid publicity-hungry conspiracy theory wanker. I hope I spot him the next time he’s chalking our neighborhood so I can give him a good kick in the bum.

The Snook and I went to a rugby match last night to see the Queensland Reds annihilate our New South Wales Waratahs. Quite frankly, I had no idea what was going on on the field for most of the match. I’m an intelligent person (I even understand cricket!), but I just had no clue. There’d be a whistle and everyone would groan, and I’d look at the scoreboard to see that someone had been charged with “intentionally collapsing the scrum” or “joining tackle in front last feet”, and I’d just have no frickin’ clue. Now I know how the Snook felt when I took him to a Notre Dame game.

I was very disappointed at first with my results for the Which ‘Buffy’ Couple Are You and Your Significant Other? quiz. We got “Willow and Xander”, which sounds sorta non-sexual and crappy. But now that I think about it, it’s actually not that bad. We’re big dorks who are best friends and like to hang out and watch TV together. I’ll go with that. And hey, they’re like the only couple that still has a functioning relationship on the show. So that’s good, right?

Update: Snookums informed me that he took the test and he got Buffy and Angel. “But I don’t know what your answers were, ” he sniffed. So evidently we’re somewhere in the middle. 🙂

This news story claims that REM has a war protest song available for download at their site, but I sure as heck can’t find it.

Ask Yahoo tries to define the difference between rap and hip-hop. Me, I still don’t get it. I’m loving this “Mundian To Bachke (Knight Rider Remix)” by Punjabi MC though. It’s from Bend It Like Beckham and it’s kinda like Indian rap. I heard it on the radio the other day and immediately started bopping like I was in a Bollywood film.

Australia have won the Cricket World Cup in devastating fashion. The top order finally managed to kick some ass and the bowlers took out India’s top batsman in the first over. I love what this article has to say about Gilchrist: “Nor did the presence of a packed field prevent him cutting through and over point with the sort of flashing blade more commonly associated with wielders of the epee.” I think some purple prose is indeed in order.

Some idiot thinks the world should boycott watching the Academy Awards to send an anti-war message to President Bush. That might work, you know, if Bush had anything at all to do with the Oscars. What a stupid idea. Like he cares. He probably thinks it’s all heathen and sinful anyway.

Check out Ebert’s Oscar predictions. I like it when he gets all worked up over Scorsese. And did you catch the fact that he’s got an iPod? Ebert’s a Mac user! I just knew it.