"LOST"

In the scheme of all things "Lost," I admit that I am far behind those rabid fans who jumped on the show when it first premiered in 2004 on ABC. At the time, my opinion of T.V. drama (and comedy, for that matter) was low. I had seen nothing good on network television since "Seinfeld" and was convinced that we had entered the dark ages of programming creativity. Thus, I shunned "Lost," thinking it was probably another hackneyed attempt at mindless titillation.

Well, now I've been officially sucked in thanks to DVD-- the best way to watch television. Watching it on the small screen is for chumps! Do yourself a favor and wait 'till a season comes out on DVD-- you'll skip all the commercials, get to watch as many episodes as you want AND, best of all, you don't have to wait 3 months for the next season to air.

My social circle (Dad) and I have just started watching Season 2 of "Lost" after a marathon viewing of Season 1, thanks to Netflix. I am now addicted to the show even though, I'll admit, some of the story lines are completely unrealistic and the show panders to the lowest common denominator: adrenaline.

Still, only one thing bugs me: I can't figure out if I'm a Doctor Jack girl or a Sawyer girl. Ok, who would you pick if you were stranded on a desert island (pun intended): Doctor Jack or Sawyer?

Are you a Doctor Jack girl?



Or a Sawyer girl?

Tamar and Roxbusters

Happy Birthday to my best friend from way back when Tammy!

Everyone please check out my film review website @ Roxbusters for my opinions on The Sentinel and Little Miss Sunshine!

As Promised...

Crikey! A Memorial to Remember

Bindi Irwin reads her tribute to Dad


The Crocoseum


Bindi, Terri and Bob Irwin

An excerpt from a poem read by David Wenham:

My daughter broke the news to me - my six year-old in tears.
It was like she'd just turned old enough to show her honest fears.
I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was trying.
His little explained it best...she said: `The Crocodiles are crying.'

Their best mate's up in heaven now - the crocs up there are smiling!

_____________________

As for me, I cried my eyes out. I loved Steve and I've never seen such a touching tribute in my entire life. There are no words save 'You were the best, Mate. Thank you.'

I Sold Out

Reason #1: I bought UGGs which I swore I'd never do 'cause they're a stupid fashion trend. They make skinny, mini-skirt-wearing teenagers look ridiculous, proving that girls'll do anything to themselves as long as Paris Hilton thinks it's cool. But, the boots are Australian and they're comfortable, so... Simon, you may now laugh at me.

Reason #2: I placed a personals ad on Craig's List which I also swore I'd never do 'cause I despise internet dating. However, I was feeling frisky last night and wanted to see what would happen. Ten hours later, I had 63 email responses. Four hours after that, I had 100. Un-freakin'-real. I have narrowed the list down considerably and we'll see how it goes.

I Miss My Aussie Family... A Lot

Arlette, Roxie, and Simon
Bad Taste Party
Sydney 2005

5 Years

Germaine Greer is a Chain Smoking Communist Dwarf

Yes, I have borrowed the phrase that Pat Buchanan famously used to describe former Chinese dictator Deng-Xiaoping. Nevertheless, Germaine Greer deserves any muck thrown at her. The Australian feminist lashed out yesterday at Steve Irwin and the fans who mourn his death, calling him a "self-deluded animal torturer" and us "idiots." Furthermore, she stated, "As far as I can see, quite a few Australians have been embarrassed by Steve Irwin -- lots -- millions possibly."

If I were Australian, I'd be utterly embarrassed by YOU, Germaine Greer. I know that, as a feminist, I AM embarrassed by you. You're another 70s women's liberator who has made an entire generation look like a bunch of dried-up, bitter, man-hating, soulless, harpee-feminazis. Have you no human decency?

I hope Irwin's friends and family are protected from your malicious filth and obvious attempt to suck publicity from the tragedy like a sludge-covered leech. As for the rest of us, we say: go crawl back into your hole, you twisted has-been.

R.I.P., Croc Hunter

It's 3:00 am EST here in the States, 5:00 pm in Queensland, Australia and Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, has died. I'm devastated by this news. My sister and I made a special trip to the Brisbane area in 2003 just to visit Irwin's Australia Zoo. We were lucky enough to see Irwin at his zoo that day, he was filming a live special for Animal Planet. It made the whole trip worth it to see our favorite Aussie animal nut do his thing.

Steve Irwin might not have been very popular in Australia but he was over here. He wasn't just a nutty croc jumper who shocked us and made us laugh, he was an animal lover and conservator down to his very bones. He may have made mistakes in his life but he had a kind heart and he dedicated his life to his passion. I admired him and I am very saddened by his death. I hope his work continues and that his legacy will motivate people to respect and conserve wildlife.

I Love Larry David

If you have never watched Curb Your Enthusiasm you're missing out BIG TIME, my friends. I have been searching for something to fill the void left by Seinfeld and who better to fill it than the co-creator of that show?

Larry David is a fucking hilarious bastard and his show kills me. If he asked me to marry him I would, that's what a comic genius he is. If I were bald I'd "crap my bald pants." That's how funny Curb is.

I love you, Larry David!