Hee! Evil computer thieves thwarted by Applescript. Score one for the good guys. (Link courtesy of Wibbly WebLog.)

The inevitable Wil Wheaton backlash has begun. Damn, and I didn’t even start it! (Link courtesy of John.)

Ouch, my aching head. Our Australia Day barbecue was a smashing success. Many snags were eaten, and much beer was imbibed. It appears that we weren’t the only ones boozing it up last night, though. The whole bloody country’s in the North Atlantic! (Link courtesy of Ron. Man, everybody’s got good links today!)

Apparently MGM are putting the kibosh on Goldmember. Snookums wonders, though, doesn’t that fall under parody-protection laws? If Weird Al can turn “Gangsta Paradise” into “Amish Paradise”, shouldn’t Mike Myers be able to rip on Goldfinger? (Link courtesy of anon.)

Some of you kids might be interested to know that Blogger Pro has been launched. Hmmm… Maybe I should finally release my homebrew blogging system? It’s not like I don’t have the time to work on it.

Rant of the Day: Reclaim the Rainbow. Yes, these idiots are actually pissed off that gays use the rainbow as a symbol. “The rainbow is one of God’s trademarks. The Gay-BI-Lesbians are transgressing on His trademark rights.” How ridiculous is that? You can’t have a monopoly on a natural phenomenon. And hello? Tons of people other than gays appropriate the rainbow. I’m pretty sure I drew one one my notebook every single day in the third grade. And what about the Lisa Frank company? Are they using the rainbow for un-Godly, commercial purposes too? This is just an excuse for some uptight people to spread around their homophobia. It pisses me off. (Link courtesy of Fredo.)

New poll is up. It’s inspired by my site’s recent rash of hits from Google searchers looking for nude pictures of certain blond identical multimedia-magnate twins. Whatever you do, don’t mention their names! Oh wait, I already ruined that.

Friday Five:

1. What cologne or perfume do you wear? I don’t wear it very often, but when I do, it’s either tommy girl or Essence of Moonflower from The Body Shop.

2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex? Oh God. Aspen for Men. Without a doubt. I also like Lynx, which the Snook often wears.

3. What one smell can you not stomach? Raw fish. Seriously, the smell of it makes me sick.

4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird? I love the smell of a musty, cool, slightly damp basement. No idea why.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Well, Saturday is Australia Day, which commemorates the founding of the country (rather like our Independence Day). The Snook and I are celebrating by throwing a traditional Aussie barbie. We’ve got lots of snags (sausages) and chook (chicken) ready for our guests. Sunday is the last day of my friend Kel’s visit, so we’ll try to make it memorable for her. We had hoped to go to the beach, but it doesn’t look like the weather is going to cooperate. Now we’re thinking… casino! I’ll let you know how it goes.

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. 🙂