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I received a very entertaining rant yesterday from a friend of mine on why he finds it difficult to get used to life in Australia:

…how do you have an intelligent conversation of any kind with someone who either thinks that A) sports is the center of the universe, B) Kylie Minogue is the center of the universe, or C) the horoscope is the center of the universe? Don’t these people realize that comics is the center of the universe! Also, anytime anyone uses a word like “brekky” instead of “breakfast” or “tradey” instead of “tradesman” I have no choice but to assume that either A) they have the mind of a 3-year old, or B) they feel the need to treat me like *I* have the mind of a 3-year-old. Either way it’s a conversation-killer as far as I’m concerned. Too bad 99% of the country does it.

Said friend will of course remain anonymous as:

…I would get beat up, I have no doubt! I forgot to mention that Australians also can’t handle any form of criticism about Australia because Australia is the greatest country in the world and they know that even if they’ve never been to another country and never would because why would they when Australia is so awesome and Australia is the center of the universe, and if you don’t believe that they will furrow up their brow in bafflement and not want to talk to you anymore, incredulous that ANYONE could ever think Australia was not the center of the universe.

Though he doesn’t seem to like Australia much, I think anonymous would like my latest posting on Rock Bar Chigaihouken over on the sister blog. And I know he’d like this free downloadable issue of Alan Moore’s Swamp Thing too.