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

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 the Yahoo! rules where each person gets 100 points to wager each episode on who gets voted out. You don’t even have to be Australian to play along, as I’ll be recapping each episode anyway. So who’s up for it? Anyone?

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.

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 spun off ‘Mork and Mindy’?” The first (my father would be proud to know) I figured out after about five minutes of singing in my head. I narrowed down that it was REO Speedwagon, and eventually I hit on “Keep on Lovin’ You”. The second was, of course, “Happy Days”. I pulled a boner, though, and changed my answer to “Which show spun off ‘Green Acres’?” I first thought “Petticoat Junction”, but then was persuaded to switch to “Beverly Hillbillies”. I was right the first time. With Snook cleaning up on the “Identify the Queen song” round, we won handily anyway. Hooray!

(Am I right in thinking that “Petticoat Junction” was a spin-off of “Beverly Hillbillies”, and that in turn spun off “Green Acres?” My dad is probably the only one who’d know this. He’d kick ass at Australian pub trivia.)

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.

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.

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, after three hours and 33 minutes, conquered.

Yeah, they take sports pretty seriously here. (I kinda agree with Lleyton about that dodgy trainer break at 5-4 in the tie breaker, though.)

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!

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.)

As a soon-to-be Aussie (and given the whipping NZ gave us in the cricket last week), I feel entitled to pass on a little Lord of the Rings-style Kiwi bashing. (For the Americans, the odd spellings are making fun of the Kiwi accent.)