I dug out Midnite Vultures yesterday. I always loved it (apparently more than most Beck fans), but I've decided that - once again - dude was way ahead of things. 'Hollywood Freaks', apart from the ridiculous lyrics, sounds just like one of those OutKast-doing-Prince songs...

As we used to yell just after we got this album: 'He my nuuuuuuuun!'

Why John Cusack rules. From a joint interview in Salon with Harold Ramis:

Ramis: I went to college in '62, so everything exploded, the '60s happened when I was in college. I came out in '66 and went to San Francisco, and suddenly...

Cusack: Which was when I was born.

Ramis: So you missed San Francisco.

Cusack: Are you kidding me? I grew up in '80s America. That's why I have that Nietzschean blackness that I can access so well. I mean, you were in the Summer of Love and I was in a mall.

I downloaded some highlights from Snoop's Rhythm & Gangsta the other day. Now, it may just be that it's easy to rhyme, but every song I got contained an exhortation to smoke Snoop's killer weed! Remember a few years back when Snoop said he'd given up on the smoke? Yeah, I never believed him then either.

It's that time again!

First pohutukawa blossoms are in effect, yo!

People like fireworks.

The first annual Meat Challenge! Won, incidentally, by an extremely tiny female who ate most of her body weight in steak...

I want YOU! To celebrate Guy Fawkes' Day.

My mum is 60. Which freaks me out. Here she is on the day: