Decided to resurrect this blog. Let's see how what happens with the titles.

I've recently started to use a digital camera I bought well over a year ago. As with most things I do now, I've been thinking about how I can use it to turn a buck.

Not surprisingly, the net holds a plethora of related earning possibilities. Hope to one day investigate some of the ones listed here.

One of the advantages of Blogger is that you can write multiple blogs all from the one place. So I thought I'd take advantage of this and create another one.

I've got an idea for one that I've been mulling over of late. I live in Sydney, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. And I get around the city quite a bit. Since Sydney is so diverse in so many ways, I thought of documenting my travels within it in a kind of micro-travel blog. I do have a digital camera, and when I figure out how to use it and post the photos to Blogger, I think I might have quite an interesting project.

The challenge is to actually get around to doing this, though. Always harder to achieve than to dream about ...

Have recently joined Adsense through Blogger. I'd recommend this to other bloggers, since if you manage to build up some decent traffic you'll eventually earn some money for your trouble. Once you have an Adsense ID you can also participate in revenue sharing with other sites, such as certain article directories.

In researching this I've discovered that, understandably, quite a few people are concerned that having your Adsense ID embedded into another person's site might be seen as a bit of a no-no by Google. But apparently it's okay.

Still, I'd recommned caution if you are to do this.

For the time being I'll just stick with having Adsense on this site and see how things go ...

When I first heard about news anchor Mika Brzezinski refusing to read out a story about Paris Hilton I suspected her outrage might have been faked. I just couldn't accept that a newsreader -- highly paid no doubt -- would jeopardise her income by acting so unprofessionally.

Looks like many other people saw things this way too.

In the story linked above, the final lines are, "When it comes to Paris, we've all had enough".

Clearly not true. If it were, the piece wouldn't have been written. We all know that Paris Hilton is a vain twit. But she still draws huge interest, let's face it.

It seems that this condemnatory technique of reporting on Paris Hilton is a way for media organizations to get their ratings and, er, disavow them too.

For ages the Road Traffic Authority has used increasingly graphic ads to try to dissuade hoons from hooning.

Now they're trying a very different, more minimilistic approach. I suspect it might be the most successful campaign yet.

I think the outrage over this Big Brother goo-throwing incident is pretty over the top. Still, I can understand why Mexicans were miffed. The goo-target, the Mexican flag, does represent their country, after all.

Let's just hope that the goo-throwers -- the yokels pictured here -- don't represent Australia!

Gawd help us if they do.

Back in 1983 I saw David Bowie on his Serious Moonlight tour (at the Perth Entertainment Centre). He was a veteran then, at age 37.

I always remember that concert, since it was the only one I'd ever seen. (Well, the only one of its size. I've seen the odd pub gig, of course! Oh, and I did see Rodriguez, of "Sugar Man" fame. That was a disaster -- seemed he'd binged on the "sugar" that night!) Because I remember that Bowie concert so well, it's kind of a marker for that whole time in my life.

The amazing thing is that it doesn't seem that long ago at all. But it's 23 bloody years! I'm 42 and working at the uni I was studying at in 1983. And David Bowie has just turned 60.

Yikes.

Anti-smoking zealots have demanded that puffers must give up their habit before undergoing elective surgery.

I suggest a compromise: Durrymaniacs should cease and desist -- but only during the procedure itself. Lighting up in the operating theatre is not just rude, it's dangerous. It can burn those gowns and hoods the docs and nurses wear!

Hello readers. As you'll see from the date of the last post, this blog has been fallow for yonks. But it has been consistently getting visitors. It also seems to rank pretty well in Google, perhaps because Blogger is owned by it. So, after a whole 3 years I've decided to resurrect it.

I have other Die, Fluffy Wuffy, Die! blogs going. There's the one mentioned below, at tBlog. I've got another one which is here.

So this blog has three concurrent addresses. Each will have different posts. I think they might develop their own particular themes as well. I'll see.

Just a note to say that I'm trying out a new address for a while at least. I do want my blog to be a little more interactive, and this new site enables comments. (But then, if the feedback is a tad too pugnacious, I might just wuss out and return here. So I'm leaving my options open.)

The new site is here, by the way.

Just saw a poll on the Ninemsn website. It asked, is Australia too hard on refugees? Proportion of "no" to "yes" answers? Two to one.

Interesting.

Slatts was wondering where to find these feedback for money companies. Maybe he's as skint as I am?

Anyway, best bet would be to go to this site and search the directory for places in your city or town. Don't use a keyword. Just tick the services marked "group recruitment", "group moderation", etc. You should get quite a few out of that.

For those interested in making a few bucks for buggerall effort: There are a lot of companies that specialise in "group discussions". I registered with one recently, and just scored my first gig two nights ago. Seventy smackeroonies for sitting around quacking on about soft drink. Not bad, eh? (And actually quite interesting, believe it or not.)

I'm registered with a few of these places, but I might go crazy and register with heaps. Could supplement my meagre income quite nicely, I reckon. Say one every 2 to 3 weeks, that's about 1500 hundred bucks a year.

This is just another nice aspect of capitalism. What would the comparable commie gab-fest be like? Well, you'd probably be there under the pretence of giving "free and frank" feedback about The Party's direction. Of course you'd feel anything but free or frank, probably more fearful and furtive. And the reward would be shit, too. Might just score a desiccated spud and a bent durrie, or somethin'.

Some bloke called Simon Chapman rails against celebs like Nicole Kidman, Sarah O'hare and others for puffing on durries one minute, promoting cancer awareness the next.

I think the effort is wasted, but. You're never gonna get consistent, rational behaviour from a star. Why? Because aside from being airheads, all their actions are driven by ego, and buggerall else.

Still, at least the babes he mentions aren't stupid enough to quack on about politics (well, as far as I know), like some other bimbos from Hollywood do.

Re that crap Brown-Nettle agit-prop performance of a view days back (by the way, d'ya reckon they scored a grant for it from the Australia Council?) and the ensuing kerfuffle:

I think some people have gone a little too far with the criticism. But there was no doubt that it was a truly disgraceful display. Simon Crean - bewildered 'tard that he is - managed to acquit himself reasonably well and act with a modicum of dignity in a ceremonial gathering designed mainly to re-affirm ties with our number one ally. But Bob and Kerry? Gawd. When even serial heckler Nick Bolkus is rolling his eyes in disgust at your behaviour, then you know you really have crossed the line.

He's all passion, no thought, is Bob; not just a force for nature, but a force of nature. Imagine if he ever became PM! Yikes. How scary is that? I can see him on the phone to Tony Blair: "Don't call me again ya speciesist, racist, sexist cunt... But while I've got you on the blower, tell that elitist slut Liz Windsor - or whatever her name is - that she can go an' fuck herself!"

Crikey! He'd probably try and puncture the wheels of the Pope-mobile, he would.

What's amazing is that his silly yammering has probably scored him more votes - or at least more sympathy - amongst the defectorate. The pink pixies of Kookybullshitland are now all asquitter about how locking Bob and his, er, left hand person out of Parliament House was an appalling act of censorship. Yet they were the ones being censorious, because they were trying to shout Dubya down.

The Greens' tactic is very clear: Create a highly emotive situation in which the forceful (yet civilised) exchange of arguments is eschewed for yelling your bloody lungs out! Then, when everyone's sqawking up a storm, the biggest, meanest, loudest mob wins. Finally in power, the Greens can implement their wacky anti-human, pro-plant agenda. (I'd call it hedge politics, myself.)

It's definitely a tribal, primitive way of doing things. But does that make them fascist, in the most sinister sense of the word? No. Not yet. But give them time...

Another plug: I had my home page designed for me by a talented (and patient) designer from Red Riding Web and Print Services. The website is here, if you want to have a look.

Still more cyber-anxiety. Just downloaded a free - it's always free with me, notice that? - personal firewall. No probs there, except that now I keep getting these alerts whenver I log into one of my e-mail accounts. There's a bubble that appears listing an IP address and something about "pings". I suspect some scum-sucking spammer has managed to lob some spyware into my 'puter, and it gets activated whenever I check mail or something. Or maybe it's something to do with all those e-mails for cheap Viagra and Vicodin that sit in everyone's Hotmail account. Whatever it is, it creeps me out big time.

Bob Brown is arcing up about being slandered as some kind of Nazi. Considering that he and his quackolytes are so ready to condemn Howard and Dubya as fascist (and Saddam as the victim), isn't this a case of the pot calling the kettle black... or brown, or, er, green... or something?

It must seem ironic that one of my last posts was about how I was hooked on blogging, then I wrote nothing for ages. Kathy Kinsley thought I might have been trying to give it up.

No, not in rehab. And re that: I wonder what that would be like for blog addicts ("blunkies"?). I mean, what would be the methadone equivalent? Handwritten diary entries?

Anyway, not trying to give it up. Just bloody knackered. Busy trying to earn a living and also chip away at other writing projects.