Now, where was I? Ah, yes -- photographs, eh? Here you go...

It's not great -- but it's not bad for only four weeks growth, I reckon. Oh, shut up!

Last year, Movember raised $1.2 million, and this year they've blown that out of the water (good for them), and you can raise that even higher (good for you). Go on. Blow the dust of the old Visa card, and get clicking.

Needless to say, I'm a little apprehensive, so for the time being, I'll keep my blogging outside business hours.

I just wanted to show you the message I got today, when I tried to visit Naomi's blog on my lunch break.

I don't think I'll be checking Naomi's blog at work any more. Those of you who so wish, can read my girlfriend's pornographic blog by clicking here.

Good on you, Rich. I hope you have a great day, mate.

Happy Birthday Richard!

Then I read in Hit that the Melbourne premiere will be at The Astor on August 25, with Mr. Smith in attendance, and that tickets are available from Ticketmaster. I eagerly jumped on over to Ticketmaster, only to discover tickets had sold out. It seems that although Hit had mentioned it on Thursday as though it was recent news, and despite my existing membership to Ticketmaster's newsletter, neither had alerted me to the fact that tickets had not only gone on sale on Monday, but that there was also a pre-sale on Sunday. I didn't stand a chance.

If you haven't guessed by the title of this post yet -- I didn't get to see it. Bad publicity, bad venue, bad timing -- it's everybody's fault but mine! I might do an update to this post when I actually get round to seeing the film. Or not.

On the positive side though, I did get a new job, and house, and it's my birthday in a couple of weeks, so two out of three ain't bad.

McDonald's Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese.

Today's solution was a Double-Quarter Pounder (shouldn't this be called a Half-Pounder?) which is basically a Quarter Pounder with two patties instead of one. I didn't even know this existed until I saw it on the menu board whilst waiting in the drive-thru. They didn't have any already made up, so I had to wait a couple of minutes, but at least I knew it was gonna be fresh.

My verdict? Well, first of all, this thing weighed a TON! I mean, it was a LOT heavier than any other burger I've had at McDonald's before, and if I ever express the desire to ingest another of these culinary train wrecks, please advise me to the contrary. It tasted exactly, and solely like meat. It had tomato sauce, and onion, and cheese, but all of these condiments cowered in the gigantic shadow cast by the great and powerful MEAT flavour. Now, as you know, I'm a fan of meat in general, but I'm also a believer in too much of a good thing, and I'm really not into settling down to a great big fistful of dead cow (or approximation).

I almost didn't finish it, that's how disgusted I was. And I only got the burger, and a medium Coke -- but I'm also no quitter. As I was choking down the last of it, I actually thought to myself "Y'know, this burger wouldn't be so bad, if it only had one meat patty" -- Hello? Genius, they have that! It's called a regular Quarter Pounder, which is probably what you should've ordered, you fucktard!

Anyways, you know how McDonald's sometimes makes you feel like you drank motor oil? Well, today I'm the fucking Exxon Valdez!

For those interested, the Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese is the first McDonald's meal that Morgan Spurlock ate in Super Size Me (remember when he threw up out the car door?) It contains 760 calories, and 20 grams of saturated fat -- more than a persons recommended daily intake, in one serve.

I know he's just a dog -- and not even a very nice dog -- but he was our dog, and his death hit me like a kick in the nuts. Maybe because despite my best efforts, it was ultimately I who decided his fate. When my family came home, they dealt with the news better than I did a week earlier.

So I've not felt much like blogging lately.

To my surprise, the internet is teeming with fan-compiled information and images of the inhabitants of Eternia (who knew nerds use the internet?). And then the memories came flooding back. I remember thinking Faker WAS He-Man (despite being blue) for a long time, because my parents bought him with Battle Cat together for my birthday. I remember that Stinkor smelled of patchouli. And that my mum bought Modulok for me when I was in hospital.

• Faker
• Cringer/Battle Cat (Creature)
• "The Original" He-Man (Re-issue)
• Screeech (Creature)
• Battle Ram (Vehicle)
• Battle Armor He-Man
• Clawful
• Stinkor
• Hordak
• Modulok
• Fright Zone (Playset)
• Terror Claws Skeletor
• Sorceress
• Sssqueeze

I'm pretty sure my brother had some more He-Men (I seem to recall having a Sy-Klone around at some point) but he can make his own list.

Actually I thought the list was gonna be bigger than that. Bizarrely, I seemed to be collecting the least well-known Eternians. And I'm probably the only dude that'll admit to owning Sorceress.

I realise this post is a dud if I don't get any comments, but I'll ask anyway -- which MOTU did you have?

I didn't see them last time, and I've been kicking myself since. So having secured tickets months in advance, I wanted to make sure we had a good spot. Knowing the Forum has a row of booths just beyond the main floor, Nao and I got there deliberately early to nab one.

After a counter meal at the Duke of Wellington, we joined a quickly forming line outside the theatre. Plaid and paisley abounded. A sea of scarves and argyle knee-high socks. Stockings with flat shoes, and peacoats as far as the eye could see.

The encore began with Stuart nearly breaking his neck climbing atop the decorative architecture beside the stage, which prompted the band to start playing Van Halen's Jump.

Sorry about the crap quality of the video.

All in all, I'd have to say best show I've seen this year. Or last year.

Firstly, I'm not gonna recommend it. I'm sure the suites are exceptional, but the rooms are poky, and while the bed and TV were great, it wasn't the kind of luxury I was lead to believe we were paying for -- I needed the complimentary shoehorn to extricate myself from the tiny spa bath -- not to mention my displeasure with being disturbed by hotel staff no less than 4 times, during our one night stay!

This is what you're paying for -- the view! It did look pretty cool though.

Aside from the room itself, our stay was most enjoyable. We got gussied up and ate a delicious Cantonese dinner at Silks, and then made our way to the casino floor, where Nao promptly threw red wine at me whilst I was still in my finest (that's not fair actually -- she was bumped, and she did apologise profusely -- it's just funnier this way).

A quick trip up to the room, and a change of clothes later, we returned to the casino and dropped a cool fiddy on the Roulette table. I should preface this by saying we'd just witnessed a guy in a tracksuit lose $1000 in 5 minutes, so needless to say, we didn't play on that table.

Our system for the placement of our $50 worth of chips on the Roulette table is what became known as "pissing them about", and after about an hour of doing that Naomi decided to go all in for one last round (well, it was her money after all).

It took me a few seconds to realise that the croupier's little marker thing was sitting ON ONE OF OUR CHIPS (Nao put that one down -- I still officially suck at gambling)! The croupier kindly congratulated Naomi and handed over what can only be described as a shitload of red $5 chips, with a nice little black $100 sweetener chip on top.

You've never seen two people run to the cashier so fast.

I estimated our stack to be about $175, but was quickly corrected when the cashier handed us back $240 in cold hard cash, which went towards a spot of shopping on Friday. You gotta love a 4 day weekend.

If you missed it, don't fret -- there's a matinee at 1:02:03pm this afternoon. Actually, now that I think about it, you probably would've arrived last month, since Americans write the date around the wrong way.

Anyway, May the 4th be with you, always.

With a feature they call MobFace I made my game character look (kinda) like me.

Anyways, so far I'm really enjoying this game, though I read on the internet that finishing the game and becoming Don of NYC is somewhat disappointing, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, eh?

This new development has also prompted the inclusion of a blogroll on my main page.

This is as near to my uncorrected vision as I could approximate in Photoshop.

Anyway, then I had to pick frames. Nothing I looked at really seemed to suit me (probably because I usually don't wear glasses), and I got a little pissed off with the whole process. Non-commital, I put a couple of pairs on hold, and we went to have a look at a frames place in Collingwood, which I can't recommend. I was really looking for something a bit Graham Coxon-ish, you know, like retro, but I couldn't find anything even remotely close. So eventually we went back to the first place and picked one of the ones I'd originally set aside. It's not really "me" but I figure that's because I'm not used to seeing myself in glasses.

"I think that Quicktime is the most superior movie format on the web."

Everyone keeps telling me "Oh, you'll get used to wearing them eventually", and less than a week into wearing them, I'm hoping they're right, because I'm not loving it. I feel as though I've lost a lot of my peripheral vision, mainly due to the frames, and I feel like I'm only 2 feet off the ground whilst standing. In fact, I feel like Thom Yorke, with my head in a fishbowl.

The good thing is though, that now I can read stuff. Books, magazines, emails, subtitles, street signs, number plates, the lot. So, despite my whingeing, the pros still outweigh the cons.

Alls I can say is, something funny had better happen to me soon, 'cause these posts are getting really crap. What do you listen to on the radio?