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Scott Evil, Chris Griffin, Robot Chicken… and now, Leave Chris Crocker ALONE!

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What an embarrassing TV show. Bad acting, bad sets… and Lisa McCune’s dated hair styles.

GAH! Bring me Dexter and Atlantis, please.

Bear on our back wall yesterday:

Tonight, Dan’s in his death bed when I walk down the hall to “Officeworks”. He knows my movements so well that he knows I’m doing my about-to-go-poopy shuffle and hollars “YOU GO POOPY!”

If he tried that last week when I had food poisoning, I would have thrown it directly at him.

How awesome is this?!

Fixed up for Genna’s benefit

In my SMH RSS feed this afternoon, I find

Nine to launch a show based on user-generated content.

Who’s going to tell Channel Nine that they already have Funniest Home Videos? Unless they’re going to start showing vids with the same calibre as Evolution of Dance or the Horny Donkey And The Guy With His Pants Around His Ankles, I’m not interested.

Just watched The Great Travolta in Saturday Night Fever for the first time. All this hoopla about it’s fantasticness and I thought it was about bloody time it got a watching.

What a depressing movie. The last time a movie with so much hype as a “fantastic movie” that I found depressing was Muriel’s Wedding. But at least with Saturday Night Fever, I could laugh at Travolta’s chest hair and muse what he would be like today if he hadn’t fallen for Scientology.

it’s really cold outside and I’m torn between

• going to bed to read Notes from a Small Island again, as holiday research
• going to bed to read The God Delusion, picked up from the library today
• sitting under the couch blanket and watching a few more eps of Whose Line Is It Anyway? so I can ogle Wayne Brady

if it wasn’t night time and raining outside, I’d be out there taking pics on my “new” camera:

I think I’ve decided how I’ll make the most of my APEC long weekend.

This morning, I tried to grab my wallet out of my handbag when I discovered that Bear had pissed in it. My wallet was saved; my filofax not so much. My mobile phone and keys were sopping yet, as was the entire lining of the bag, and my hand, right up to the elbow.

Clearly, he’s shitty pissy with the Litter Kwitter training.

EVERYTHING had to get washed and left in the sun to sterilise. My phone stopped working properly and Dan had to pull my mobile apart and give it the once/twice/thrice-over with metho to get it all functioning properly again. I officially have the bestest boyfriend evar.

My phone post-cleansing:

My handbag on the clothesline after a sterile wash in my beloved washing machine: