The Hat is a simple item of fashion, yet one that is able to be transformed with a single flash of creativity. Like The Towel from the HHGTTG, The Hat is a flexible item and one that comes in a variety of colours for a variety of uses. For example, one can pull their Hat over their eyes to hide from an unfortunate event.
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Name::Dave The Hat From::Latrobe City, Victoria, Australia
...following on from a Johnnie Walker fueled discussion on Christianity with Burley last night, I find a new not-for-profit organisation that will garner some attention..
Lloyd Scott is raising money for lukemia research in England. His angle? Run the London marathon in a full suit of armour and pulling a dragon behind him. You may remember he pulled a similar stunt a couple of marathons ago when he ran dressed in a full deep sea divers kit.
And who says the Poms don't have a sense of humour?! Jolly good show, ol' boy!
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11:24 AM ::
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Time to get personal. Revel in the intimacy, ladies:
- Intimate moments with the iPod and an album by a fellow named Mike Skinner... - Sniffing clean air at the bling new Southern Cross Station... - Kicking it with MTV in a secluded little spot we'll call the Enterprise (like the Rex; cosy, but not as toxic)... - Authentic Japanese dinner with Miso soup and free tea on Bourke Street... - Laughing myself senseless like a hyena at Lano & Woodley with MTV... - Celebrity sighting (like whale watching) at Her Majesty's = Geoffrey Rush... - Book shop browsing and running away from chilly Melbourne wind... - Fire alarms and quick exits at 3am... - Drool-inducing browsing at Minotaur, gentle stroll along Southbank, Italian al fresco dining and the Texas Hold'em Melbourne Championships at Crown... - Spice warehouses a go-go with Tim and BJ...mmm, cavernous darkness... - Movie critiques and general banter with BJ - Smoked trout for tea
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3:00 PM ::
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I have been called a trailblazer, an idiot, a bananna brain and an assorted collection of mammals (not all of them real). But I am the live version of a Whack-A-Mole, just putting my head and ideas out there and quickly ducking down out of your whacky habits...before reappearing to say it again, but different.
And stuff.
So we've all lived through the crazy world of celebrity sex films and hoorah for boobies. But it's passe, it's old, it's trad and it's so Paris 2005. We the docile masses should now turn to unchartered waters.
Unauthorised Birthing Videos.
Think about it: we've just had Gweneth and Chris Martin's second spawn, TomKat has come and gone (with our without a silent birth) and we are now waiting on the edge of our seats for the Brangelina African adventure. There is a HUGE market out there just waiting to be tapped into. I'm going to go out on a limb here and start Celebrities Sans Frontieres, bringing much needed attention to celebs of all sizes who are even more desperate for the limelight. And our first campaign will be Pregnancies Without Borders! Let's start a fund right here, right now, to buy cheap, disposable, old video cameras and get them into the hands of every pregnant celebrity out there! Viva la digital revolverlution!
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9:19 AM ::
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Google is delighted. No seriously, it is! It's told me as much. Like a young child who has won a giant panda bear at a school fete, my GMail account is taking great delight in being Spam-Happy. For example:
Hooray? What the...
Am I the only one here who DOESN'T count Spam as a recipe? Me thinks that Sean-bad would be dismayed if he was offered this at a vegeterian cafe...
BUT! For those who DO want the recipe...
* Exported from MasterCook *
SPAM VEGGIE PITA POCKETS
Recipe By : Serving Size : 8 Preparation Time :0:00 Categories : Sandwiches
Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ -------------------------------- 1 cn SPAM Luncheon Meat, cubed -(7 oz) 1 c Chopped broccoli 1 c Chopped cauliflower 1 Tomato, chopped 1 Carrot, peeled and chopped 1/3 c Chopped cucumber 1/3 c Finely chopped onion 1/2 c Italian salad dressing 4 Pita pocket breads, halved
STATE FAIR RECIPE Carol Green, Austin, MN. In bowl, combine SPAM, broccoli, cauliflower, tomato, carrot, cucumber, and onion. Toss with dressing. Cover and chill several hours. Spoon salad mixture into pocket bread.
So I'm here in Bendigo and apparently it gets cold at night. Not that I've noticed, though it is freezing during the day. I feel like Mawson every time I finish work, staggering out to the sled (read: silver Camry) and whipping the dogs (read: plugging in the iPod) into action.
I feel a bit like the Streets aka Mike Skinner at the moment too. Le Job: it's the hardest way to make an easy living.
But Le Job is good. The basics I have down, now the fine art of mastering my employment and making myself indispensible. This could take time.
I have also realised something; the brains capacity for so-called 'smart' things (i.e. current affairs and news and general explorations into the space/time continuum) is finite. And it's Rove's fault. I watched Rove for the first time in almost two years last night and giggled myself silly like Pippy Longstocking. And then it hit me...Le Job has SUCKED OUT all the happy little enzymes that make me a superb suburban intellect, so that come home time, I'm happy enough to clutch a novelty pillow and agree with every little fucking thing Oprah has to say.
SAVE ME!
On the upside, the internet is a happy little refuge. Particularly if you have a red paperclip. I'm thinking I'll do the same thing: I have TWO (2) pens to exchange for something cool. They are fluoro green on the outside, the ink is full and black, they contain ergonomic engineering (i.e. they have a grippy bit) and contain nu-age advertising...that is, writing about an electricals company on the body of the pen. Let's get this bidding war a going!
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11:51 AM ::
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Film. Teevee. It's everywhere, and aren't we just rapt about that?!
I am. I've been trying to catch up on my movie watching pre-Le Job and as such, finally caught Batman Begins the other day. It has ninjas, which makes it infinitely cooler than Spiderman-Superman-Fantastic 4 combined. And Batman has always been way cooler than those heroes that wore their underpants on the outside. Is it just me or do the shorts for the new Superman have a kind of biblical touch about them?! Mmmm. White America's love of all things vaguely Catholic and God-like continues. Even though an article in the Easter/Weekend edition of The Age cites stats that say that a large proportion of Christian American's cant recite more than four of the ten commandments.
Talking of commanding white people, spare a thought for my mate Bjornar this Easter weeknd who is participating in the Geelong Shoot Out Film Festival. I've never tried to do a film before, but I've heard from reliable sources that they take longer than a day. Allegedly. Bjornar is attempting what George Lucas could never do - complete a movie that was short, sharp and to the point. (Hey, I'm a Star Wars geek and I reserve the right to critique the overbearing monolith of a golgotha that was the Episodes I-III...)
If The Shoot Out is anything like TropFest, he could be in for a fun, if wet, time. Just went through and watched the 16 TropFest finalists the other day too. Now THAT is filmmaking. Fishy fishy fishy fishy....
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2:33 PM ::
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D-day for moving out is now a week. Seven days, nay, less than. So if you have any good ideas - particularly those revolving around food - now is the time to divulge them. Let us all benefit from my misfortune...sorry..."excellent life experience." I am currently trying to school myself up on Mallorcan tumbet. Mmmmm. Baked vegies the Spanish way... (I'll attach the recipe in the comments later)
[Don't get the impression I don't want to leave. On the contrary, my parents are driving me nuts which I am convinced is a state-sponsored plot to turn my bedroom into some sort of new, unique, living area. I am also forseeing the sudden appearance of pink and lilac into 'my room'.]
Obviously, because I have nothing else to do with my time, I have a myspace account. Dave The Hat lives on throughout the internet, striding across coaxial cable like something...that strides...alot...
It's been a time for 'last drinks' these past few nights. The 3825 crew came and chilled for bbq and drinks on Friday night, and there was much rejoycing. Sean-bad came and chilled in at the studio on Sunday night for the last SPIT show for a little while, and there was much rejoycing.
But enough of the self serving diatribe. There is fun to be had! Unless you don't like cookies. At which point it becomes a case of Mrs Marple, in the dining room, with the tim tam. On the upside, it is much cheaper to attempt murder with your favourite choc-chip delight than it is to use a sandwhich...at least in England. 85 pounds for a bit of bread and lunchmeat? It's just sad; that people THOUGHT this was a good idea (hey, so did Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act 2); that people are ACTUALLY going to buy this; that there is NO HUMAN WAY that any sandwhich I can conceive of would ever cost 85 quid.
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7:32 PM ::
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According to UberReview.Com, nerds, geeks and Star Wars fans of all sizes can buy a running replica of the Star Wars landspeeder! But of course, we don't have the technology for one of those hover thingys in real life, so the smart engineers have built it on a 1988 Ford Escort! The description partially reads:
It has blue underlighting to give it the impression of floating, plus I have all the parts needed to put a vapor propane flame-thrower into the centre jet and had it in at one point. It threw a wicket four-foot blue flame!
Blue flames! Land Speeders! Wookies of all ages! Let us revel in nerdom together!
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12:29 PM ::
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