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Party on Australia!

June 24th 2008 03:57
According to Melissa Jenkins on ninemsn.com.au, “Australians are fatter, drunker and have more sexually transmitted diseases than ever before.” ("Australians 'fatter, drinking more'" Tues, June 24 2008)

Clearly we Aussies know how to have a good time. The most encouraging thing about the above statement is that while we are getting fatter, we are still getting laid, meaning no one could ever accuse us of being snobbish (like the Poms), weak (like the French), self-obsessed (like the Italians) or into animals (insert your own simile here).

Instead, we are a nation that glorifies gangsters, from Ned Kelly through to Underbelly.


We would prefer to have a beer with Boonie rather than a cuppa with the Queen.

The news doesn’t sell unless it’s about sports-stars shagging sports-stars in dodgy bars. Or sports-stars getting drunk and pounding the poor public.

Melissa’s damning report goes on to point out that: “The good news from the Australian Institute of Health and Welfare (AIHW) biennial national snapshot is we live longer than any other nation except for Japan.”

So there you have it. Fat, drunk, and shagged. The secret to longevity is finally out. I knew the whole jogging thing wouldn’t last. We’re on a good thing Australia: enjoy the ride.

And as for my next vacation: stay where you are Tokyo, here I come!

Cheers, and chow4now.
Let the good times roll!


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Is it just me?

April 9th 2008 04:55
It’s been eight weeks since I earned a dollar, and my savings account is starting to run dry. I retired from my last job and moved to Sydney, keen to try the big city life. Everything was going great for a while too.

In terms of home entertainment, my new flat mates own a combined total of about 26,800 DVDs, 11,000 books and a Boonie doll, so that side of life is more than covered. There are free tennis courts and some cricket nets down the road, so my sporting needs are taken care of without spending a cent. Unfortunately, two of life’s most important vices, rent and beer, are taking their toll and I find myself in the position of needing to work and earn some money once again.

The newspapers (until this week) have been telling me that there hasn’t been a better time in my lifetime to find work, and now that I am armed with a fresh uni degree, I should be able to walk into any job of my choosing and get down to business. So why am I struggling?

I get to an interview, the employer tells me their conditions, I tell them mine, and then they show me the door. It’s just a few simple things, mostly OH&S stuff, but no-one seems to understand…

- I need a three-day weekend, often. I find I get too run-down and lethargic if I work any longer.

- I suffer from a disease called “acute re-occurring hypochondria.” Every doctor I’ve ever seen tells me the same thing. I’ve had some attendance issues with previous employers because of it, but who’s going to argue that mental illnesses aren’t as serious as physical ones?

- I follow the lead of landlords and insist that any new employer has to pay me one month’s pay in advance, as well as six week’s bond - just in case.

- I’ve got a problem with bosses. I’m a nice guy; I just hate people telling me what to do.

- I get claustrophobic in uniforms, collar-and-tie, or generally any two items of clothing worn together that are in any way similar.

- I can’t work outdoors. The combination of having fair skin and the ‘icky’ feeling of sunscreen prevents me from spending more than seven and a half minutes a day outside.

- Repetitious work bores me. If I get bored my hypochondria plays up.

- I can’t start in the morning. It’s a fact that people have different body clocks and therefore different ‘peak’ periods of the day. Just don’t try to get me to do anything before about three-thirty in the afternoon.

- I’m afraid of the dark.

- I get tired after meals. The body uses a lot of energy trying to digest food, or a glass of water, or oxygen for that matter.

- I am a true global citizen, embracing all religions and nationalities. This means I need to pray or meditate 36 times a day, simultaneously fast and feast, and observe all national and religious holidays.

- Air conditioning makes my sinuses play up – as does spending time in a room with no air conditioning.

- I can’t be around anything that smells ‘fresh.’ Flowers, cut grass, bread, and soap are all sinus killers.

- I’m great at customer service – but I don’t like people, so I’m best suited for short, snappy exchanges.

- I’m afraid of animals. A living thing with teeth and no intellect is never a good combination.

- I’m afraid of heights, but even more afraid of depths. I need to be between ground level and four foot high at all times.

- I get really agitated by colour. I can only handle shades.

- I had a traumatic childhood experience on a conveyor belt, so I freak right out at the sight of anything that moves mechanically.

- I cannot, under any circumstances, wear pants.

- My family has a long history of male baldness, so I tend to strike out at anyone with hair.

- Given the amount of crime we’re exposed to in the media these days, I think I should be congratulated for mostly resisting. My criminal record, while having some length to it, has been described as being more ‘colourful’ than ‘tragic.’

So if anyone knows of a place where I can work, an employer that looks after and values their employees, then please drop me a line and let me know. But don’t email me, because I’m throwing away my computer as soon as I finish this blog. We all know that technology is going to take over the world and destroy all humanity, and I for one don’t want to encourage them. I don’t have a mobile phone cause they give you brain tumors, and I can’t read modern languages – I was brought up communicating with hieroglyphics painted onto rock – so don’t mail me anything either.

Cheers for reading, and black cat, black cat, pyramid, serpent, black cat (or – stay alert, not alarmed).

Chow4now
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According to a newspaper report, we (as in Australia) should ban junk food advertising on TV between 6am and 9pm to reduce rising rates of obesity in our children. Apparently our kiddies are not just fat, but, like Wayne Carey’s nostrils, getting fatter by the minute, and so all commercials that feature food that is high in fat, sugar and/or salt should sneak off and do their penance with The Mint and Guthy-Renker. While this is an issue that needs to be addressed, is culling television commercials the only way around this problem?

We at Funky-and-The-Jazzman-R-Us took a quick brainstorm session to try and help the little porkers and decided there are other ways to stop them filling their gobs with muck and piling on the pounds. A couple of quick ideas include


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Eye-Catching Headline.

February 7th 2008 06:08
Before you read on, I’d just like to make it abundantly clear that we, Funky and The Jazzman, love everyone and everything. We hold no prejudice; we admire pretty much everyone, and will jump on any bandwagon that’s doing the rounds. (Note to self: good job, that intro ought to keep us out of the courts for another week at least.)

So with that in mind, I feel compelled to share with one and all our Headline of the Week. I found this on the website ananova.com the other day


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Blogger dumps Jessica Rowe!

January 30th 2008 21:44
One minute I’m glowing, sharing my morning with one of the nation’s premier television presenters. The next, I’m jumping up and down on my lounge, feeling used, abused and like I need a long hot shower. I can’t look her in the eye any more, or even share the same room. My innocence torn from my chest and jammed into a shredder, I have been betrayed, chewed up and spat out by Jessica Rowe.

It was a typical morning like any morning where you have to do a radio show that night. You know the drill: get up, peruse the internet for anything that looks interesting, then when you don’t find it, you kick back with a cup of coffee and watch the morning news on the telly. This is where I would meet Ms Rowe


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Final Clinical Impression

Lucille Palmeiro, a 38 year old Caucasian female, presented to the Emergency Room of Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, after having a respiratory arrest, as a sequale of pulmonary embolism. The pulmonary embolism resulted from a deep vein thrombosis (DVT)/ blood clot originating from her calf.

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The Flesh Eaters and Blood Suckers II

September 5th 2006 20:57
Now, blood suckers I'm talking about are not vampires..or even mosquitoes..hehe..
But, leeches!
Gross maybe, but useful they are in the medical world


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The Flesh Eaters & Blood Suckers

September 3rd 2006 10:44
It's a bit ironic to think that, when the Third World countries are striving to improve their modern medicine services, the Westerners are actually going back to the wild world of complementary medicine and "bio-therapy"..
Sure some of them are real dodgy-like urine-therapy??(iyew!)..but others have shown tremendous results-as effective (sometimes even more) than modern medicine, and most importantly, much cheaper..
Anyway, to draw examples from House M.D. and Grey's Anatomy, let's go back to Season 2 of episodes 12: Distractions and 11: Owner of A Lonely Heart, respectively


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Pilot: Cysticercosis

August 24th 2006 14:27
Final Clinical Impression

Rebecca Adler, aged 29, presented to Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital with a history of first seizure one month ago, with loss of ability to speak


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