Has anyone seen the ANZ Bank ad with the multiple cloned hot chicks all doing their banking in unison? I thought ‘hey the song to this ad is pretty cool, I should d/l it’ so I did. It’s ‘More’ by The Tellers. But it turns out that rather than being a happy ditty about how great it is to keep your dough in a bank that truly cares about its customers (and is willing to clone hot chicks to prove it) it’s a song about how the dude’s girlfriend is a whore. Yup, they put the word ‘whore’ in an ad. Just we zoom in on the hot chick’s face - “I’d die for you, you little whore.”

It reminds me of the Subaru ad with Peaches and Iggy Pop, but at least they left out the lyrics about self-mutilation, sex toys and the virtues of abundant pubic hair. Not that I hate either of those songs. It’s just a bit wrong to use sexist swear words in tv ads!

They say it’s not a hoax, but how the hell did those goats get up that tree?

Oh, here’s a video. Here’s a LOL version.

The world is a… strange place.

stfu, it’s canon.

She’s also a bank robber. That’s canon too. And Willow boning a snake demon? Totally canon.

Joss, you be trippin!

I went to another funeral yesterday. It was a Catholic one and people were saying ‘amen’ and ‘thanks be to God’ a lot. I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to say that stuff as well, so I sort of mumbled it quietly. Then someone I know showed up and he didn’t say the stuff so I didn’t say it either. At the end people were kneeling and I can only imagine how badly it could have gone wrong if I’d tried to do that, so lucky hey.

Plus, this time the person wasn’t young so there was less crying.

Man, I got tricked a little bit. I had a nice job lined up that I was going to do while I finished my PhD, but then there was a downturn in the number of students and I was cut down to a measly two days a week. Too late not to sign the contract though, and therefore too late to chase up a more reasonable part-time job. Ergo: six months’ more poverty. Not that I’m down to my last or anything. I’m still going to Thailand with the Rat and bringing me home a wife. It’s just that my wife may now have a penis.

I have also been staring at a job advert for a fairly respectable position in Cape Town, South Africa. I doubt they’d want me, with a total of zero publications, but I do wonder who else in the world wants the job, and whether any of them have a more impressive cv than me. There are also adverts for the graduate intakes of the Dept. of Premier and Cabinet and the Attorney General’s Dept. here. Suit jobs that, unfortunately, will probably not involve me holding forth in front of rooms of impressionable teenagers. Luckily the deadlines are either today or next week so I don’t have to think about them for another year, but still, if the future involves a choice between jobs in countries that I don’t ever want to visit and jobs that don’t stroke my enormous ego then the future is majorly lame. Never did it occur to me that I might actually be sad on graduation day.

Hence the paranoia.

This is the wind farm in Albany. This is the most interesting photo I have of the trip because I am a tool and decided that my camera would be more “interesting” if all the menu items were in Japanese, and accidentally deleted all the photos I took while hiking up Bluff Knoll. They were cool photos - you could see for, like, a hundred kilometres - and hard won because it was frickin’ difficult climbing that mountain. Think of taking the stairs up a 200-storey bulding.

Other unphotographed highlights of the trip included:
the world’s slowest kebab shop in Albany
a cool little maze made out of bushes, between Albany and Walpole
awesome heath plant communities (I have a thing for heath, ok?)
“Fun Chick” - the world’s worst promotional mascot. (It’s a badly drawn chicken with what appears to be armpit stubble, used in fast food restaurants in Albany and Kojinup.)

We also went in this gantry thingo in the trees. ‘Valley of the Giants’ it’s called. The one in Victoria is better.