Hooray! Bill got nominated for a Bloggie! If it can’t be me – Hello? Best Australian weblog, anyone? – then I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather see listed among the Ernie‘s and Uncle Willie‘s of the world. Seriously, go vote for our Mermaniac, okay? 🙂
Month: January 2002 (page 4 of 13)
If you’re not a regular visitor to Moire‘s site, you should be. I’m the hugest fan of her “Lamentably Horrible Fanfic Link O’ The Day.” My favorites so far have been “Luke Duke – The Baby Years”, “Blues Clues – The NC17 Version”, and “My Dream of Being a Beautician, by Severus Snape”. What?! Oh, I don’t actually read them. Moire’s summary and comments are more than enough for me, thank you. Hilllllarious.
What assholes.
You will not believe the day I’ve had. Actually 90% of it was great. Kel, Snookums, and I took the ferry out to Taronga Zoo and had a blast. Then we headed back to the Nag’s Head pub to meet the guys and try to defend our trivia championship. We lost (the music round was impossible this week), but nevertheless that was still fun. So then at 11:00 p.m., the three of us (plus Rodd’s friend Major) headed home. We were all waiting for taxis on Paramatta Road when it started raining. We headed for the nearest bus shelter. I was sitting there happy and contented when suddenly something hit me in the chest like a brick and everyone else yelled. I felt something cold and wet. Some assholes from a passing car had egged us. Yes, they threw eggs at us. Major and I had caught the brunt of it. Can you believe that? I have a bruise forming on my chest as we speak. I had to ride home stinking of egg. I’m so pissed off I can barely speak.
You guys know that I generally try to think the best of people. But this jerk actually went out of his way to ruin somebody else’s night. How can a rational human being be so anti-social and mean? I honestly wish I could find him and punch him, not so much for the mess or the injury but for simply being such a worthless excuse of a person. Oh, and nice way to illustrate the charms of your city, mate.
Dude, check out the poll results. I’m trying to decide whether to be insulted that my core audience seems to be all chunkers. But you know what? I love you guys anyway, just the way you are. 🙂
English amnesiac may be porn star. Oh wow, that’s hilarious. I was following this story when it broke in London last year. This guy with an English accent showed up in Canada claiming to have amnesia and later tried to get a Canadian passport to travel to Britain. Turns out that he may actually be a gay French porn star. Hee! Apparently when he first arrived at the hospital in Toronto, “nurses noted … that he was in great shape, had a nice tan, and his hands were immaculately manicured.” How they could miss those clues, I have no idea. 🙂
Spurred on by your inspirational comments, I’ve decided that weight loss isn’t the best gauge for my fitness goals. I want to be healthier all around, not just lighter. To that end, I bought some pretty cool new software for my PDA called BalanceLog. So far it seems great. It allows me to keep track of all the food I eat and the exercise I perform, and it allows me to set fitness goals and track them. I’m already learning stuff about myself. Today, for instance, I was surprised to see that while my diet was low in fat, it was actually pretty high in sodium. Gotta work on that. See? I’m feeling healthier already.
We did it! Kel, Carrot, and I reached the peak of the Sydney Harbour Bridge about five o’clock this afternoon. It was an amazing experience. Go check out my pictures. And don’t even think of laughing at our jumpsuits…
Very limited Internet time this week, as my friend Kelly is visiting and I’m showing her the sights of Sydney. On her very first day, the beeatch managed to win $50 on one of the pub slot machines! Wish us luck on the bridge tomorrow…
New Poll: How active (or unactive) are you? Yeah, I’m trying to find some kindred spirits here.