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I've been watching Misfits and (three episodes in so far) it's ace, like a dirty, sweary version of Heroes after a drunken night on the town. Makes me want to run a Supers game.

So, I saw The Movie Event of the Millennium a.k.a. Avatar. It was quite good, fun in a stupid kind of way and visually spectacular. Cameron's dialogue might be rubbish, but he knows how to do action.
I had issues with parts of it (although not entirely the same issues that many other people seem to be having with it) but it was about what I'd expect from a Hollywood blockbuster and it's not a movie I'll watch again. I didn't pay to see it either, which helps. I'm glad I managed to almost entirely insulate myself from the hype leading up to it though.

For your viewing pleasure, The Raston Warrior Robot:

Tonight I made the most awesome catch to score a point (left-handed at speed about a centimetre off the ground) I've ever made. Unfortunately, because things have been, well, a bit shit recently, I got a bit carried away with my reaction to it.
Of course, we still lost and I'll probably get some really bad news tomorrow, just to put me in my place. Still, it was nice while it lasted.

Word of the day: Tromboning

Bored? Nothing to do? Here's an idea:

No words can make this video more awesome.


B'stards took it down. Oh well, have these instead:

The Hottest Heads of State list

Vladimir Putin is at 18, but I'm sure he's ok with that, knowing he could kill everyone above him with a pencil if he really felt like it (although I think Joseph Kabila, no.4, would give him a run for his money). Nu Ziland's own John Key is a lowly 72, but at least he's higher than Australian PM Kevin Rudd all the way down at 93.

The new neighbours make different sounds when they have sex then the previous lot.

You need to flush the toilet more than once...No, YOU, YOU specifically need to. You know what, use a different toilet. This is my toilet.

The internet needs more cranky old men.

Because what the internet needs is more cat pictures.

( Somebody found the sunny spot )

It must be the orange shoes.

Here's a historical curiosity: For three years I lived the life of a girl. It was most dull.

Today I went collecting for Amnesty International. My position was on the corner of Lambton Quay and Woodward Street, meaning people were approaching from three directions. For the first few minutes I had to contend with a dude waving a sign and shouting about some guy named Jeebus, but he wandered off fairly soon.
Overall I collected maybe $100, perhaps a little more, but it was interesting how people giving seemed to ebb and flow. Several minutes would pass with nobody stopping, lots of averted eyes and increases of pace as they went by, then a whole bunch would donate all at once. The most amusing were those who would walk along with money ready in their hand but only stopping if I made direct eye contact. Unsurprisingly, to me at least, old white guys in suits were the least likely to give anything. One young guy offered me good karma instead of money, only giving me $2 when I put a sticker over the barcode of his baguette.
Women were far more generous than men too, responsible for probably 75-80% of the money I collected. All but one of the notes were from women, including all the larger denominations. Men were also more likely to act as if giving me a dollar was some big deal (to be fair, only a couple of them were like this, but it was kind of sad still) where women would be quite apologetic about not giving more.
Any armchair psychologists care to offer any theories as to why this might be?

If these guys are to be believed, life is about to get very intersting in the good ol' US of A.

Top three headlines in the entertainment section of Stuff, New Zealand's "best" "news" website:
- Michael Jackson Dead
- Farrah Fawcett Dies
- Jeff Goldblum Alive

I understand they're still awaiting confirmation from the other celebrities.

More from my favourite celeb:

So, turns out my slightly famous (half) brother has been writing a column over at The Scrivener's Fancy. His is called "Scarcely Relevant" and is pretty good, the others aren't bad either, y'all should check it out.

Says it all really.

The day I learned to ride a bike*...



* Simon Pegg isn't my real Dad.

Holy bicycle saddle, Batman!