Also seen on the Channel Seven News tonight: “Pretzel vs the President”. That’s the title of their continuing saga of our accident-prone Prez. Jeez.

Suspicious envelopes were mailed to thirty Sydney McDonald’s restaurants today. Some of them even supposedly contained a white powder. And with that, anthrax hysteria jumps the Pacific! All 710 Aussie McDonald’s have been ordered not to open their mail for the time being. Luckily the Snook and I live in Newtown, which is so violently bohemian that the only chain restaurant with the temerity to move in was forced out of business years ago. So we’re all good.

Heh.

“You have the right to remain silent–“
“Snoochie boochies!”

Still on the Blogger Code theme… Somebody’s written a Blogger Decoder. Paste in a person’s code, and it tells you what it means. Very handy.

Remember the Blogger Code? Someone is accusing Ron of stealing it, despite the fact that the two versions have nothing in common but the idea of a “code”, which can be traced back here anyway. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all about integrity on the web (especially as regards stealing images). But God, we can be a petty bunch sometimes, squabbling over popularity.

From the TV Guide:

11.45 Movie: The Eel. Paroled after eight years in prison for killing his wife, a man and his closest companion, an eel, embark on a new life as a barber in a small town. (Japan).

I swear, Australian TV is the weirdest. (Although perhaps I should extend that to the Japanese as well, since they evidently produced the thing.)

It’s silly quiz time! According to this…

I will marry NEO (played by Keanu Reeves) from The Matrix, live in a big metal ship trying to escape from a world controlled by computers, and spend my days travelling through phone lines, hacking into the Matrix, and dodging bullets in slow motion.

What’s YOUR M * A * S * H future? (Link courtesy of anon.)

So I’m sittin’ here watchin’ the Australian Open and once again I’m struck by how much Andy Roddick looks like my brother Anthony. Check this out:

My brother	Andy Roddick

I couldn’t find a good picture of Roddick smiling (and I didn’t have one of my brother not), but I think you can still see the resemblance. For those of us that know him, it’s even more startling.

Gaaaaahhhh. Baby with a tail. I repeat, baby with a tail. Hindu god or not, if that were my kid I’d be talking with a plastic surgeon as we speak.

The Apple iPod is selling like hotcakes. Snookums and I went to the Sydney store recently to try to get one, but they were all gone. (The guy confessed that his company had only received five for all of Australia.) But shhhhh! I have a cunning plan to get one. More info to come. Mum’s the word…