Sure, it isn’t the Oz version, but if you’ve even spent 5 minutes in the US, it makes more sense. Not the funniest show, but wicked in a way that 70% of US citizens will never get. Which probably makes it an epic fail on both sides of the pacific. However, the market there is so big, there’ll be plenty who do get it and it might go cult.

This is the same country that produced “30 Rock” – they know how to laugh at themselves better than we do.

can’t answer your question, but here’s another. When Hollywood remakes an old, beloved fillum, it’s a dud. Or remakes a foreign fillum. Has this ever been noticed?

I wonder at the inclusion of the Australian kookaburra laugh (as also featuring in Weismuller’s Tarzan flicks of the 50s) for an evocation of the ‘alien’.

It was (probebly) the Hbombs last ever weekend with just her mum and dad. Nana from Honey Island via the long white cloud arrives tues and no. two in Dr. H and I’s next in our series of the hybridly vigorous is due in a little under three weeks. Spent a lot of time at parks and reading books, Giraffes Can’t Dance, The Cat in the Hat and Wombat Goes Walkabout appear to be the current favs. The Hbomb knows that a sister is due, and when asked will point to Dr. H’s tummy but i guess that she, like her parents, is completly unaware of what is about to happen to her world. a very fun but somewhat bittersweet weekend.

In the hours of darkness finished off Dexter season one, loved it so much we braved Chadstone this morn to get season two.

gave up on the tennis after the fifteenth carreer defining game.

In between finished of “Cryptonimicon” which took me till 2.00am today. Two of Neal Stephenson’s books read now, big books with lots happening, looking forward to re-reading soon.

No walky with doggy, too damn hot!

Armidale’s mass divorce epidemic spread over the weekend – as near as we can tell there were four families in breakup mode on the weekend with associated visits and tears and whatnot. Did our level best to stay the hell out of it. Must be something in the water or perhaps the unusual heat. If they all painted their houses over the holidays they’d still be married (it gives you a common enemy – the house).

Should have ridden the bike yesterday and bonded in mystical oneness with that hunk of aluminium and carbon fibre while my love slept and wept in horny expectant ecstacy for my sweat stained and stinky return, but got up early with the toddler instead. She eschewed Hi-Five and insisted on watching bits of Saturn 3 on an ancient (made in 1981!) Ebay Laserdisc I had left on the coffee table. Wow that’s a bad film (Kirk Douglas at 60 naked wrestling robots, Farrah Fawcett wearing not very much and a dubbed Harvey Keitel vs. Hector the proto-Terminator). Avoid that film unless it’s unintentional humour you’re after.

Missing your blog terribly.

This arvo Col came and fixed the floodgate so his heiffers can no longer get into my garden and trash it. I sometimes fantasise about being ruler of the universe and banning barbed wire altogether, but I must concede, it does slow down the cows. I read the greater part of the Handmaid’s Tale, I picked it up in Go Again Goodies yesterday for a buck. Scary stuff. Tonight I sleep again in the tent, where it is (I just checked), ten degrees cooler then the house. I’d watch the tennis if I had a teev but better still, Col is going to give me the name of the local tennis club. Good show earl curl.

I think I have left my run a bit late to be a long haul train driver, but its something I think I could really enjoy. I’ve been told the trick lies in the skilfull application of the brakes. Safe . . .er training terangeree.

Only one set all here in Brisbane. And I thought we were receiving it direct.