Month: January 2002

  • My brother has crashed out of the Australian Open with a sprained ankle. Sorry, Antny. I mean, Andy.

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  • Moire added comments to her site! Kickass.

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  • Proposal: Would any of you be interested in playing an Australian Survivor Pick ‘Em game? The show starts on February 13. As far as I can tell, there aren’t any existing web games set up for it. I was thinking that it wouldn’t be too difficult to build it into web-goddess, though. We would follow…

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  • John found an interesting article about the differences between Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. Personally, I think these were best personified in the 1999 film Pirates of Silicon Valley. I mean, what more do you need to know than Noah Wyle = Jobs and Anthony Michael Hall = Gates? Brilliant casting, if you ask me.

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  • Victory!Tonight the lads and I pulled off a miraculous upset in the Nag’s Head Pub trivia contest and earned a $100 bar tab to spend this weekend. My own contributions were few but important: First, what song begins with the words, “You should’ve seen by the look in my eyes, babe?” And second, “Which show…

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  • This is my blog, and I find it extremely childish to delete someone’s comments just because they’re A) winning an argument and B) making me look like a big whiny-ass baby. Grrrr. Just had to get that off my chest.

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  • The verdict on the eyebrow-waxing: not too bad. She didn’t even give me time to get worried. Just slapped on some wax, pressed some paper on it, and RIIIIIIP! My brows have never been so sleek and smooth. That was seven bucks well spent.

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  • As expected, Sydney’s sports reporters are all but committing suicide over Lleyton Hewitt’s shock first round loss yesterday at the Open. He was that battery bunny gone flat. Superman with kryptonite in his racquet handle. Popeye all out of spinach. Lleyton Hewitt was not himself. The great Australian hope was run around, worn down and,…

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  • Yeah, it’s another Bush vs. the Pretzel story, but go look at the picture. Some prankster at Madame Tussaud’s in London ingeniously placed a large pretzel in Shrub’s wax mannequin’s hand. Ha!

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  • Girls, scientists suggest that if you want to match the boys drink-for-drink, stick to beer. It’s all about the enzymes. Dude, Notre Dame chicks figured that out years ago. (The first bit, not the part about the enzymes.)

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