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MasterFerret

Channel Ten has it's fingers crossed for a ratings frenzy with the much-hyped MasterFerret. And I'll have to tell you, I've had my doubts. This particular murky corner of the reality-tv cosmos has become overpopulated of late with, well, to call it mixed success would be kind.....  It kind of hit the ground in a flying coma with Junior Australian Celebrity Apprentice MasterChef, which saw some dazed waif called Bliss Peartree d'Artagnan wandering round with a bucket of ricotta, a pack of raw potato chips, and a terrified expression muttering "Help me oh help me Superstar Goddess Aphrodite, I'm paralyzed by existentialist angst & spiritual confusion. Oh God oh God Oh Goddess" One of the judges explained all she really had to do was deep-fry the chips in low fat oil, but to no avail. I had no idea who this embryonic superstar was until my friend explained she was a featured extra in a beach scene in Home & Away. And had a speaking part in a Just Je

Sermon on the Mouse

This week bought to you by the Rev Vin Zinfandel of Our Lady of  Perpetual Disconcobulation in Boronia ... Good evening and thank you for this opportunity to share a few thoughts with you over the Internet. A broad church indeed. And as I always say to my flock, I'm not so much a High Anglican as a "Hi" Anglican. I like to feel we make everyone feel welcome here at our Lady of Perpetual Disconcobulation, even Presbyterians. That's just how I roll. Now I like to talk to God on a regular basis, sometimes on your behalf, and sometimes just for fun.   Years ago I said to him I said "God" because that's his name and it suits him I think but I digress, I said God here's the deal " I'll save souls for you if you save a case of Sauvignon Blanc for me". And God said nothing. Nothing at all. And as you all know, that's God's way of saying yes. Before I go on I would like to thank our parishioners for meeting our church steeple restora

CONSPIRACY THERAPY

I once said to you "You want the truth ? You can't handle the truth".Or was that Jack Nicholson ? Or just someone who looked like him ? It's all a bit confusing, isn't it ? Well relax, because now all can be told . "You want the truth ? You can't understand the truth ! Or something like that. Let me explain .. It's been a difficult couple of weeks and I apologise for not having got back to you sooner but the fact is I discovered the pink streaks in my hair did NOT MATCH the pink of my ugg boots. Imagine my total embarrassment, mortification and shame, as we say here on the brutal streets of Boronia. I have NOT BEEN ABLE TO SET FOOT OUT OF THE HOUSE IN A MONTH. No trips down to the Internette Laundrette to blog. Nothing. I am never trusting Krystyne down at "Rooted" with my hair ever ever again. Like never. So anyway I've got all these like really important truths to tell you. This'll explain everything. Hang on, I'll get my not

Dilemma

You meet someone who's email address is marshmellow_munchkin (no, really) You are morally obliged to :                                           (A) Report them to the authorities                                           (B) Taser them                                           (C) Beat them to death with a pink fluffy toy                                           (D) Feed them a bunch of cheap speed and make                                            them watch 13 episodes of "Sons of Anarchy" in a row