While putting together a CD for the long weekend coming up (In Best Toorak Madam Voice: off to Sorrento, did I tell you? Will have to remember to blog about it upon getting back. Yessss), I've been reading through Ben's blog from about 2 years ago.
Climb into the Way Back Machine with me to 2003 - 2004, when Sarah and I were completely obsessed with Homestar Runner and, more specifically, the Strongbad Email section.
Completely enarmoured with the entire site, both Sarah and I submitted questions to be answered by the one, the only, the indomitable Strongbad. My question was a completely lame query as to what he was going to do with his newfound fame after being referred to in the last ever episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It didn't occur to me that not only did that question completely break the fourth wall, but it was probably also asked by about a thousand other too-clever shmarmipoops.
Sarah's question, however, was a simple, clever one about Strongbad's sidekick, The Cheat. Ingeniously, she signed it off with the abbreviation for the name of the state she lived in at the time; "QLD".
Lo and behold, over 4 years later, her question has been answered!
I think this may even be a bigger deal than Luke being cast in a feature film opposite a Spy Kid.
Congrats, Sarah! I concede, you are the superior question-asker.
And if you all want to see why signing off with "QLD" is so ingenious, make sure to click on the box of diskettes sitting on the table at the end of the cartoon.
Cheers.
Bought The Iron Giant the other day. Watched it with Simone.
And damned if I don't get blubbery and teary-eyed every single freakin' time !!!
Smashing Pumpkins tomorrow night!!
I'm squee-ing more than an over-excited sixteen-year-old girl!
Squeeeeeeee !!!
God, I hope it's good. If it sucks it's going to be the letdown of a lifetime. I've only been wanting to see them live for, what, 11 years ??
So when tomorrow comes, I'll be all "Today is the greatest day I've ever known", because once it gets to Tonight Tonight it'll be like 1979 all over again as we enjoy some Cherub Rock.
I'll stop now.
I judged a children's writing competition for DMAG recently (a kid's magazine, like K*Zone or Disney Adventures) and apparently my comments are going to be getting used in a press release and maybe printed in the magazine itself.
Yes, I'll soon have an army of pre-teen fans whom I can constitute into a militia. Though they'll be poorly trained, they'll make up for that in fidelity to their master, and they will do my bidding unto the end. And I will give them small plastic toys as recompense and yea, they will love me.
In fact, it was quite boring. I went to the Essendon Bombers versus Geelong Cats game at the Telstra dome (for those of you who know / care) and was audience to a complete thrashing. My boss roped me into barracking for his team - Geelong - who subsequently got totally creamed by the previous season's ... um ... "champions"? ... the Cats.
It was interesting enough, but there's only so much you can watch one team totally kick the arse of the other. We left at three quarter time, back to my co-worker's unit (Good Ol' Country Boy aka the guy who got married recently and is younger than me). I stuck around there a while shooting the shit before going for dinner at Simone's place with her and her family.
So no, I'm not a convert. But it certainly wasn't the nightmarish scenario I was worried it'd be. We'll call that breaking even, I guess.
That's how long it took Simone and me to get home from work last night after cyclonic winds hit Melbourne. TWO HOURS!!!
Incidentally, the strapping young lad above has nothing to do with any of this, other than he popped up in my Google image search for "walking against the wind". If nothing else, I thought Carol would find it amusing. If you search for "hurricane winds", all you get is image after image of near-horizontal palm trees, the universal indicator of fierce winds.
Other than the terrible traffic, I'm all good. No property damage, although a big block of wood with a bunch of rusted nails poking out of it mysteriously apparated in the back courtyard. I was feeling relieved no one was home to potentially be killed by it, but Ben quite correctly pointed out the very slim chances of that happening. I can't help it if wood from above scares me!
