A co-worker just sent me a link to an online spy game that’s about to start in Sydney and Melbourne. Apparently you have to solve clues on the Internet and via SMS, and the person who wins gets a trip around the world. At the very least, it sounds like a brilliant marketing ploy.

Blogger spells out what every blogger needs to know: What to do when your Mom discovers your blog. Luckily my whole fam have known about this from the get-go so I don’t have to worry so much. In fact, last I heard Ma was working on her own site!

Last night I saw promos for two more American shows that will be starting here soon: Extreme Makeover and The O.C.. Are either of them worth watching?

The Snook and I participated in the National IQ Test tonight (while taping the Queer Test, of course). He ended up scoring 128 while I had 124. The interesting part was seeing how our strengths complemented each other. I rocked the English section but he missed a few, while he kicked ass on the math and spatial that I flubbed. We’re a little disappointed that we didn’t qualify for Mensa though. (Our petty justifications: The Snook was drinking homebrew, while I’m pretty sure I’m running a fever. We’ll get in someday.)

I was craving spiciness tonight so I tried out a new low-carb recipe: Hearty Pumpkin Chili. As I didn’t have any canned pumpkin, I just steamed some fresh and then mushed it up with a fork. It really gave the (bean-less) chili a nice thick texture. The Snook and I give it two thumbs up! Remember: “We have pumpkin at morning and pumpkin at noon, if it were not for pumpkin we would be undoon.” I love that.

The Poms are cheating already!

Fun! Make your own (virtual) paper snowflake. It took me a little while to figure out the scissors, but it’s pretty fun once you get going. I just wish it had a way to poke a hole in the paper – away from the edge – so you could make cutouts. I still like mine though. (Link courtesy of Christine.)

“With so much wrong going on in our world, there is only one thing that can put my soul at rest every night before I lie down to sleep. That one thing, my dear friends, is U2’s lead singer, Bono.” Hee hee! (Link courtesy of Kel.)

Shallow: Publicly worrying that your sore throat means you’re getting the flu while secretly hoping that you are, because everybody else in the office who got it lost, like, ten pounds.

Depressing. Apparently some New Zealand women’s refuges reported an increase in domestic violence following Saturday night’s rugby loss.