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Disconnected thoughts:

• Happy birthday to my Snookums. I’ll be making him Bruce Bogtrotter’s chocolate cake tonight.
• I’m on the third day of my four day training session. Normal blogging will resume on Wendesday, probably, unless BT get off their ass and fix our home ADSL line.
• It’s too damn hot. I just spent my lunch hour traipsing around Hammersmith in search of an electric fan, only to discover that the tiny supply was been completely wiped out by the overwhelming demand. The Internet is my last hope of surviving this heat wave.

U.K. Survivor is Over!
SHE DID IT! Holy crap, Charlotte the Harlotte won the million in stunning fashion! She actually garnered all seven votes from the jury! I’d say more, but I’m gonna be late for my training if I don’t run…

AHHH! ONLY HALF AN HOUR TIL THE SURVIVOR FINALE! I’m outta here.

As I’m off for a 4-day XML/XSLT training course starting tomorrow (oh joy), bloggage might become a little sparse. Just so you know. I wouldn’t want you to think that I was slackin’ off because I was havin’ a good time or anything.

This is the funniest MetaFilter comment EVER. I like it even better than the original. “Oh, Jesus I wanna get witcha / And read some scripture.” Sheer poetry.

I love it when Ebert gets all political. Here he takes Barbara Bush to task for showing up at Buckingham Palace in jeans.

“Perhaps denims are Barbara’s native garb. It is perfectly appropriate for a Japanese woman to wear a kimono to the palace, or an Indian a sari. Perhaps Texans wear jeans as their traditional costume. Using the same loophole, she could have added a Dale Earnhardt T-shirt.”

I can’t believe she was such an idiot.

The perils of clubbing: falling off your platforms, getting groped, taking bad ecstasy… and getting tuberculosis. Suddenly spending Friday night at home with the Buffy DVD sounds so much better.

Katherine Harris is running for Congress. I’m trying to balance my feminist urge to congratulate her for giving it a shot with my Democratic urge to make the sign of the evil eye and call her out as the Spawn of Satan.

This one’s for my sister: “Cheeky chimp Chippy’s chatline”.

Have you guys been following this Australian ambush story? (You Yanks probably haven’t, as it doesn’t involve any Americans and took place in a foreign country.) Anyway, this British girl claims that she and her boyfriend were driving down a highway in Australia’s Northern Territory when a guy with a van flagged them down, claiming he needed help. The girlfriend says she heard a gunshot just after her boyfriend left their van, and then the mystery man pulled her out, tied her up, and threw her in the back of his van. She managed to escape later and hid in the scrub for six hours while the guy hunted for her with a dog. Now the whole country is out looking for this guy, and anybody with a rusty Ute is getting hauled in for questioning (a significant proportion of the population). They haven’t found anything yet, and some journalists are starting to question her story. Now tell me this isn’t just as interesting as that whole Chandra Levy business (which will probably just turn out along the lines of Max’s theory anyway)…