Brisbane blogger and communications researcher/consultant Jo Jacobs will be on Brisbane Extra this week talking about sms-ing.
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What’s Brisbane Extra?
Local pseudo-current affairs show, pitched at stay at home parents and grannies.
Now if only bloggers could appear on a national flagship political insight program….
LOL! That is, of course, unless they decide I’m too dull to broadcast!
(Thanks for the advert, though Mark!)
No probs, Jo. Did they get back to you on when it’s likely to be broadcast?
Note the correct assumption that you’re anything but dull!
Everyone’s on TV! I hope somebody’s got a decent video capture card — if someone wants to capture the segments (Jo’s on Brisbane Whatsit and Flutey on Tv Show X) I’d be happy to host them.
Good idea, Rob.
Will Flutey be introduced as “Mr Flute” on Tv Show X?
Well that’s that surprise fucked over. Is there a silly word you’d like me try to slip in?
“Mr Flute, the Brian Houston of Blogging”.
Flutey, you emailed everyone about the *surprise* and I was going to keep mum but then I noticed your comment and your post.
Btw, something’s up with yr comments. The front page says that entry has four, but there are none when you open the post, and I’m getting an error message when I click on the comments box link (in Firefox).
And now the post about yr tv appearance has been replaced by one about Vizard. Are you perhaps planning to star in a Letterman ripoff as well?
But will I have 20 pollies flocking to my house on Sunday arvo?
I deleted the post after I saw the comments here.
But Flutey, we’re all sending you a virtual hug. Share the love!
I’ll come clean tomorrow, available for hugs thereafter.
As for Vizard, let’s just he’s not the only ‘Insiders’ trader.
More top shelf comedy gold on Sunday morning.
I’m sure Mark can remove the name of the show from my previous comment. Fortunately, nobody reads this blog so your secret is safe with us…
Anyway ta-ta, Delroy’s got his quiz on.
Done, Rob. Flutey’s secret is safe again.
Uh, you’ve got to remove it from your comment, too, Mark, or it’s still not secret!
Bloody exciting though chaps!
And my comment, and this one.
Oops, fixed my comment. Flutey, since you chose to reveal that you’re going into the
BB houseas an intruder on Sunday, I’ve edited your comments to disguise that *secret*. Say hi to Lefty Tim for us!I bet you’ve been on the Delroy quiz before, Flutey. I bet you’re one of the regulars who always asks for a clue, and then pretends to ask his brains trust but everyone can hear the search strings tapped on the keyboard, and finally, when it’s obvious you haven’t a clue, you want to say hello to your mother-in-law if she’s listening.
Say hello to ‘Lefty’ Tim from me, and tell him that I remember the good old days when he fraudulated being a Greens candidate.
Flutey goes outside for a smoke at pub trivia and texts his friends sitting in front of their google screen! Sprung!
the good old days when he fraudulated being a Greens candidate.
Well, a fraudulated Greens candidate is better than a real Greens candidate, doncha think?
Pack of bastards. I love the way Delroy enthusiastically craps on about how wonderful the tat out of the ABC shop remainder bin is that he fobs off as a prize.
And by the way. Up yours Chirac, we won. Not long until Trafalgar day either.
If yr talking about Origin, Flutey, I was born in SA. Not at all responsible for the not so mighty tonight Maroons.
Fluty, you’ll have to watch the obscurity of your language when yr on telly.
Olympics London 2012 Mark.
Its late and emotional. nighty-night
Ah, thanks, Flutey, thought I was Chirac. Now I realise I’m just Napoleon. Catch up on yr beauty sleep for the cameras!
Speaking of TV, LP denizens are not the only ones debating the origin of the species.
Outside, Christie lies in the sun next to Dean. She tells him: “I cannot wait till I learn that earth was created the way it was. Do you know what I mean?” Dean nods: “I do know what you mean.”
Christie must have been channelling Peter Costello.