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July 17, 2006 | by  | in Online Only |
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Monday (Ammended)

If you have a blog, and you bought a V from a vending machine that was half full, you have to post. If that isn’t blog-worthy, I just don’t know what is.

On a side note this website is absolutely awesome. Vindictive teenagers taking the power back. I couldn’t think of anything more inspiring. Even made the Dominion Post, with teachers saying it’ll ruin their reputation.

We only have to look at the success of “Rate My Poo”.com, to look at what that did for the image of faecal matter worldwide. It was definitely strengthened, rather than weakened.

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James Robinson is a university dropout turned journalist who likes to pretend he has an honours degree. Turn ons include soup, scarfs, a hot bath and some FM-smooth Kenny G-esque instrumental jazz. Turn offs include student politicians, the homeless, and people who pronounce it supposebly.

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  1. The film festival stuff don’t seem to be online – so might as well post here…

    Don’t be so mean about Comedy Central – a quote from their President Doug Herzog about Dave Chappelle:
    “It’s all about Dave … If he’s saying that we gave him a lot of money and complete creative control and that made him go off the deep end, then guilty.”

  2. Jeremy says:

    Christ, reminds me how old I am when only one of my teachers is listed there…

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