You can take the boy out of the pizza place, but you can't take the pizza place out of the boy. Berg's been using the Abdominiser or Windsor Pilates or something cos he's got himself a six-pack and some ultra violet hollow-points and he's not afraid to use them. Well okay, he may not be afraid to use them but he prefers his fists to bullets being the kung-fu funny-guy he is. Couple of times he could've done with Pete to help him out but all and all, he is well versed enough with the word "fuck" to get by just fine. I'm not sure if Jessica Biel's dad knows what she's doing these days but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't approve of the music she's downloading (from Apple iTunes Store?) and listening to while she kicks vampire butt. Her hair is at least tied up sometimes and her hips are lookin' pretty snazzy in brown leather. She's pretty handy with a bow and arrow too, you know, for a preacher's daughter. She plays Whistler's daughter "out of wedlock", dontcha know. and um, by the by.. didn't Whistler die in the first movie? God I hate Kris Kristofferson. How made up is that name anyway. Get a hair cut and stay dead would ya. It's so nice to see Apple supporting the fight against vampires. Between the flat cinema displays, the G4 Powerbooks and the iPods we WILL win this fight!! I really liked it when Jessica Biel tossed a Windows Laptop at a vampire - that's my kind of fighting! One note though, and these are words to live by, not just for fighting the good-fight where vampires are concerned: If you need to keep a watch on the closed circuit TV surveillance monitoring the perimeter of your secret hide-away, don't roster the blind girl on - she's gonna miss stuff. Turns out the Numero Uno vampire is just some dude called Drake. He has a really bad hare-lip and leather pants that match his demonic skin. Who'da guessed. Have you noticed that large lips are the new black this season? [Zach Braff, Garden State; Emily Browning, Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events] and Wesley's are the biggest in the business. God they make Angelina Jolie look like she needs a collagen shot.. STAT! he's getting old, that Blade.. looks a bit hefty, you know? Not quite as snappy on the "get up" when he crashes through skylights and his gadgets are all looking a bit like they were made at Mattel's KMart division. And what's with the blue motor cycle? Blade Trinity is weak. If you have the choice between The Incredibles and Blade Trinity.. go the animated former and leave the memories of Blade untainted by skipping this latest installment.

I've never been a "New Years Eve" person. My grandparents always had a New Years celebration and when they lived at McKee Ave, we'd stand on the deck and watch the fireworks set down at the Rotorua lake front. After moving to Taranaki to live on The Farm I mostly stayed home on New Year's Eve because all my relatives'd like to go out (we all lived together and they hardly ever went out at night) so, being the oldest and *cough* most responsible *laughs* okay, oldest I'd be left behind to babysit my younger siblings and cousins. When I grew up and moved away, most of my New Years were spent camping. This was usually the guys drinking beer and playing drinking games and eating fruit salad straight from the can (in defiance of their mothers - hello Michelle, big-fat-clue?) around the fire, and we girls running out of mixers at about 9pm and sobering up/shivering our way to midnight where a) our boyfriends/husbands were too intoxicated to find our mouths let alone kiss them and b) being stuck with that guy who always came camping with us, who had his own "one man tent", army surplus cooking gear and bicycle clips but no bicycle. He always had a prickly beard and he *always* used his tongue and he *always* found his target *shuddering after all these years* Then of course there was the 3am awakening when someone or more passers by'd pee on the tent. Oh yeh.. go the Kiwi Camping Ground. Now as a single woman on New Years Eve, the party is usually lots of fun, and too much alcohol is consumed and it's all fun and games until the end of the midnight countdown when you realise you're standing alone in a room full of loving couples all kissing and whispering to each other. Talk about being the 3rd wheel. But I was going out last night.. I wasn't then I was.. dithering-around typical of me at the moment (indecisive? not sure.) I made the mistake of checking the television before I left.. more footage of the tsunami. More countries exchanging celebrations of a New Year into National Days of Mourning. God it's so sad. So incredibly, mind numbingly helplessly horrifically sad. And there I sat, watching that film footage and not going anywhere. I could tell it was midnight by the fireworks outside and the deep booming of what I assume was the display at the Sky Tower. I didn't sleep much last night which, again, is typical of me at the moment. But thank you Suzi, wherever you are, for the txt message about 20 minutes *after* I fell asleep. 3:40am's pushing it, dontchathink? Happy New Year, people. Thanks for keeping me company and I hope 2005 is good to you all. Well those of you who deserve it - Suuz? I'm gonna wake you up at 4am! Then we'll do coffee :)