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Hair dyeing appointment for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. Still undecided as to color. Am thinking of simply going back to normal color as a way of avoiding the decision. Will let you know how it goes… (Why am I writing like this is a telegram?)

On the news tonight, they ran a feature on a vegetarian restaurant in Melbourne called “Lentil as Anything”. The kicker is, there are no prices at this place. It’s a “Buddhist” restaurant. You pay whatever you feel like, based on how much happiness the meal gave you. I’m totally and completely serious. The owner says he’s not out for profit; he just wants to pay the bills. Staff don’t get paid a salary, but instead they share whatever profit is left over. Snookums feels this is a little unfair, as it relies on people being embarrassed into paying more than they might otherwise (by the fear of paying less than they should). Personally, I think the world needs more of this kind of optimism. The owner basically trusts that most people will play fair. While a little cynical voice in my head says it will probably fail (it’s eight months old so far), I kind of hope it at least stays afloat. It’s so wacky and I like having wackiness in the world.

Ugh. America’s suckiest band are currently touring Australia. Can’t you keep that crap over there?

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.)