April 30, 2001. "God, I love his hair."
April 23, 2001. I was stuck with morning tv yesterday while sitting in the domestic departure lounge of Melbourne Airport. Michael Crawford (from Phantom of the Opera or something) was being interviewed by Richard Wilkins on Bert Newton's show. The woman sitting at the next table turned to her friends and said in tones of absolute devotion, 'hasn't he got a beautiful laugh?'. I had the feeling that if he was to get up and shit on the table, she'd say, 'hasn't he got a beautiful stool?'.
April 17, 2001. As typos go, this one's a baddy. I wonder if this was the 'server error' that meant bigpond username j, k and l weren't getting email a little while ago? If you're going to use an alias for your mail server, make sure you get it right or your paycheques might start coming from the imaginary tesltra.com too.
"The queue containing messages destined for tesltra.com was expired by the Postmaster of mailin1.bigpond.com. The following recipients did not receive your message: xxxxxx@tesltra.com
Please reply to postmaster@bigpond.com if you feel this message to be in error."
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Ascii art with attitude. Talk to the hand, girl!
April 12, 2001. Ticketmaster7.com really suck. How the hell did they get a deal with the Comedy Festival where they get to force people who want to buy Comedy Festival tickets online or over the phone to submit to their policy below?
In summary, while you should read each provision in this Privacy Policy, you must note that by using the Ticketmaster7 web site:
- you agree that if you disclose your personal information to us, we may create a database record about you;
...- you agree for us to contact you with information about products and services which may be of interest to you (unless you have stated you do not wish to receive these communications);
- your continued use of the web site indicates your agreement with any future changes in the Ticketmaster7 Privacy Policy.
Not a bad little deal when you consider that their laughingly-titled 'Privay Policy' also states that they can "share your personal information" with:
- "Ticketmaster Inc and it's parent company USA Networks, Inc. and its affiliates, subsidiaries, joint ventures partners and sponsors
- I7 Limited and it's parent company HSV Channel 7 Pty Ltd and it's affiliates, subsidiaries, joint ventures and sponsors
- Ticketmaster7 and it's affiliates, subsidiaries, joint ventures and sponsors. "
What I really love about them is that there's no way to 'state that you do not wish to receive information about products and services' readily available on their site.
April 11, 2001. I'm going to make a reality tv show about producers deciding on contestants for a reality tv show. Who knows who'll crack under the pressure first?
April 10, 2001. Lots of stuff today. I was on a tram that goes out to Balwyn late tonight and every single person either bought or validated a ticket. How weird is that?
I watched a tram going the other way, and five out of the twelve people on the tram had phones to their ears, and I suspect that some of the others were sms'ing.
Last night I had a dream about a creature that was basically a small purple elephant with six legs and smaller ears and a squid's face instead of a trunk. It had big trusting eyes, felt like soft rubber padding when you patted it, and absorped water like a sponge. And the funny thing is that in the dream, I was sure that somewhere, someone else in the world had seen him.
April 1, 2001. I saw the director's cut of the Exorcist last week. The scariest thing about it was the fashion, and that's not saying much. Don't bother unless you're desperate to relive some childhood memory.