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2002-03-24

It all began this morning, the outlines of my body didn’t hurt anymore and the only reminiscense of the horrible Saturday was a dripping nose and an irritating cough. I decided to read Ansible and see what I’ve been missing. This event threw my senses away and I started fiddeling with TeraTerm Pro to get the SSH-tunneling back.

This is not a wise thing to do, not here and now. I have an exam on Thursday and here I am reading Usenet for the first time in several months. But I like it. God damn, I’ve missed this.

Whoopie Goldberg. Why God? Why? (For the record, I can’t stand her. She’s just not funny, period.)

Steve Martin was good last year, why not bring him in again. I don’t think Goldberg has the guts to make fun of Russell Crowe an entire evening. Tell me it is just a ploy, please.

I don’t really know why I care really, except that I watched last year and thanks to the presenter this year, I can sleep. Sleeep. I think I need more tea.

Finally. There are some of us who call other people for Bruce and say things like “Crikey!” and “It’s really cranky now!” Now, the movie industry has decided to exploit our icons as well, and really, who are we to say no and stop them?

Steve Irwin gets to wrestle livestock on the big screen. This sure beats watching Crocodile Hunter reruns. This summer might have been saved after all.