dude is in quarantine for TB. starts making rap videos to pass the time. hilarity ensues.
http://www.youtube.com/user/ChristiaanVanVuuren#p/u/0/MqGLHluDoe0
This has got to be a publicity stunt.
Ok, so here were have Abbott. Looking all ocker and tanned and outdoorsy, which, aside from those photos of the budgie smugglers that I can’t even bring myself to link to, is a fairly inaccurate portrayal of the bloke. He’s in the Northern Territory presumably on official business, when him and a couple of his senior political cronies (and Liberal-sympathetic journalists) decide to do a day trip to a sacred Aboriginal place. Fair enough.
So Abbott, his underlings, and a few guides go out on quad bikes, tearing through the scrub like bush turkeys in mating season. (Italics - my incredulity rising).
They find the sacred place they are looking for. Two of the Aboriginal guides decide to go off looking for a plant with kava-like properties. Inexplicably, they don’t return. Leaving Senor Abbott and co. alone with a satellite phone that they can’t work out how to use.
Cue a panicked one line text message to Canberra. Or more accurately, to Abbott’s Press Secretary. Where no one could help them anyway.
After which the Aboriginal guides decide to return and save the day.
Cough, *bullshit*, cough, cough.
Found on operationbeautiful.com
New job, city office with a great view, Campos coffee downstairs, travelling on a student concession. And if my only legacy at this new job is that I name the new liquid nitrogen tanks after Mighty Boosh characters, so be it.
I am a girl gamer. Since the very recent arrival of a Wii in my household, I have wasted 36 hours of my life playing Zelda: Princess of Twilight, a further 20 or so playing various Guitar Hero games (drums, I’m already expert on guitar), and that is not to mention the year of my life lost to Animal Crossing on the DS, a device which I was never seen without. Oh and my wasted youth playing the many Sonic the Hedgehog games on SEGA platforms (I still own a Megadrive - still works, god bless cartridges and no moving parts consoles!). And then there is the good old C64 and it’s 8-bit games that were such a significant part of my childhood -Wonderboy! Pitfall! Lemmings!
Thus, I present my response to JB’s article about female gamers: I’m a girl gamer! I’m not a Level Boss to end all Level Bosses! But I don’t exactly have the geeky gamer guys throwing themselves at me! (maybe because they are all too busy in their bedrooms with the blinds drawn and the MPG hooked up to the surround sound…)
I saw Yo La Tengo at the HiFi last night, but when I arrived I was dismayed that the support act, Songs, had already been and gone (I arrived at 9:30pm, hardly that late, bloody Brisbane grumble grumble). I was animatedly telling Al McT. about how good Songs are and that he should get their album. He asked me in surprise if I bought it, and I rather loudly proclaimed “nah, I downloaded it!”
He made a gesture and looked at me in a funny way: the band were standing RIGHT behind me.
