Sound quality ain't great, but there is live music.

Today's show included:

- Two and a half metric cups of milk
- Two cups of flour
- Two metric eggs
- A metric splash of Vanilla extract

(Makes approximately 7 large metric pancakes)

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The Show.

Night Lads.

T.

So I was sitting by myself and I found myself a-drifting back to days of yore. From somewhere deep in my brain - the central sulcus of my left occipital lobe to be precise - filed under 'a' for amusing, I came across some footage. It was a couple of old TV commercials for "cassette tapes" (the kids might need to Google that one). The premise was: a man mistakenly misheard the lyrics of a song - to humourous effect. If only he had heard the original song on a Maxell cassette.
Well, I said to myself, Thomas, this is the digital age. No longer are such obscure and bizarre memories confined to the ol' grey-matter. What with the "Internet" and all, why, I bet I can locate a real-life copy of those very videos.
So I brewed myself a strong cup of the good stuff and summoned the Google forth. No less than five minutes later, I was re-living the merriment once more. And, such are the wondrous ways of the dubya-dubya-dubya, I am pleased to share the good times. Here, for the purposes of amusement and intimacy are the two pearls from the depths of my rememberings.



Night Kids,

T.

Things sure are funny these days, you know what I'm saying? Why, just the other day I was serving in a Public Bar when a skeleton came up to me and asked me the time. I told him is was half past five and he said that he was late for some appointment or other. The makings of a fine joke, but sadly life doesn't always imitate humour. And life rarely imitates those well scripted jokes you read between chapters in the Readers' Digest. At least my life doesn't imitate them. My life doesn't imitate anything really, except that extremely poor Sean Connery imitation that everyone can do.

Where am I going with this? That's not rhetorical. Or is it? No. I seriously don't know where I'm going with this. Just a sec, I'm going to my special place (myspace.com/easilyoffended)

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Okay, I'm back. And I got myself together. Here are some videos that my friend Jonathan and I took for fun. They're amusing...but at the same time, they make you think. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present, "The Trolley Series"...

A Study into Trolley Perspectives

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Another Study into Trolley Perspectives

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And that is the end of this blog-post (or 'blost' as the kids are saying).

T.

So we bought a new car.

My wife and I thought we'd stroll down the dozen or so car-yards of Main Rd, Cardiff (NSW Australia) and have a bit of a squizz at what's on offer and for how much and in what colours.

Buyers beware! A car salesman roams aound like a lion. A sort of stealthy lion in sunglasses and a hat. Dressed almost perfectly (the socks give them away, you see).

As I recall, we had just finished strolling around the selection of late-model used cars, about to head home when we struck upon the idea of enquiring about a couple of the new Toyotas out the front. So we made for the showroom, partly to make our enquiry but mostly to get out of the heat. After that it gets a bit hazy. There was something about a lion in bad socks and the next thing I know we were signing some sort of contract. Somewhere along the line we were convinced far beyond a shadow of a doubt that the new Corolla was the only car for us. And so it remains.

I was once of the opinion that I would never buy a new car. Waste of money, I foolishly thought. But that was before our "encounter" and subsequent enlightenment. I can't really pass on any sort of logical rationale, except to suggest that anyone whose faith in new cars haswaivered somewhat really should book themselves in for a session with one of these salespeople.

Oh yes, they smell great too (the new cars, not the salespeople).

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Greetings Chums! Happy New Year and all that. Well here it is.

• Start


• Special greeting from Bubba Love of the Zedcast


• Tom winges about the weather


• Tom explains the TWIM


• Tom talks Wii


• The usual endy bits, don't forget to email, tom at ten with tom dot com, call the Coldline on (US) 206 20 20 TOM, or from Australia, 0011 1 206 20 20 TOM (international rates probably apply).


• The Me take us out (with a song, not like in the Mafia way). Oh yes, the song is called "I Love Lamp" and can be found at myspace.com/TheMeIsMe

Here is a visual representation of the TWIMS:

The TWIMS Scale

Zone	Temperature	Description
Orange	30°C (86°F) or more	“Like a bath”
Yellow	24-29°C (75-85°F)	Pleasant
Sprite Green	18-22°C (64-71°F)	“It's fine... once you're in”
Teal	17-18°C (62-64°F)	Lap swimmers only!
Blue	17°C (62°F) or less	Turn blue and go stiff

And here is my Wii number: 1886 6930 1253 3166

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Adios Amigos!