1. Having written the first draft of both the Sunday and Monday NZ Idol episode recaps already. It’s so much easier than doing the audition shows because there are longer sections, not lots of little bits crammed in. Tomorrow, all over New Zealand, the water-cooler chat topic will be “Filipo in the Top 10: Injustice or Delusion”

2. Camho Manhos. A good friend of mine got a webcam for his birthday. Within a few hours he had exposed himself and done something that he described as, “look, I’m being gay with myself”. Teenage girls flashing their boobs are so ’90s.

3. That friend of Ryan in Christchurch who is stalking me. That’s good stalking, not bad, standing outside in the rain screaming out bad poetry, stalking.

4. Orkut. Totally redefining “friend” as “this guy I used to work with” or “this chick I saw at a party once six years ago” and my personal favourite, “some dude in America I’ve never communicated with in any way, ever before.” Of course, that adds to the fun of the Orkut experience and makes me feel far more social than I suspect I really am.

5. Having earned enough Fly Buys points to get a frying pan. It’s taken me about three years, but finally I had accumulated enough points to be able to pick something semi-decent. I was tempted by the ceramic hair straighteners, but I really do need a new frying pan, so I went with the practical over the pretty.

Having spent the last five days working on a mammoth 6000-ish word recap of the last NZ Idol episode, I have discovered that my ability to write has been temporarily depleted. So here is another photo.

I was trying to take a photo of my profile to demonstrate my really straight nose. The flash reflected off my pale skin causing this ghostly silhouette.

(I had no idea my forehead was so hairy.)

My neighbours gave me these flowers:

DRZA was in town to see A Perfect Circle. He sent Teh Matt a txt about buying booze, so Matt and I decided to do a United Nations mission to help the poor, under privileged, under aged children of the T.P.O. massive to get booze. But it turned out that said children were busy being entertained (or whatever it is that Maynard does), so Matt and I sat around and talked about being old, and how the youth of today write incomprehensible text messages and that we never did bloody stupid stuff like that when we were teenz. Then we listened to Suicidal Tendencies.

Matt leant me his Mac OS X install disks (the lucky bastard has a Powerbook G4), so I’ve just spent the last two to three hours (I seriously don’t know how long it took. I totally lost track of time) upgrading to the cool new operating system version they called Panther.

It’s nice, it’s faster and slicker and choicer and this entry is really just checking out how things work in it.

In other news, I am delighted to have acquired a selection of Polish communist-era currency. My favourite is the 100 zlotych note, because on the back there’s a bit of communist propaganda. A series of red flags form the background, while “PROLETARYAT” is printer over the top. Amongst the other writing is “Swobody! Fabryk! i Ziemi!” which I think means “Liberty! Factories! Land!”, but I will have to check that out with Comrade Jakub.

Nothing much exciting happens with New Zealand money. There are no regimes overthrown, massive cases of forgery, drug money or any of those other situations that require currency redesigns in other countries. How many times has the pound sterling been changed? All New Zealand got was the new plastic money with more vivid colours. Right, they can decorate Britomart with those and carry on the gay disco theme.