Americans amuse me (stay thy wrath for two minutes, will you?). Some came into the bar last night, had a whinge about the price of beer ($2.50, which is, I imagine, considerably cheaper than you will find it just about anywhere in Australia and incidentally exchanges to about $1.50 US) and then made comments about the money. Australian currency, for the uninitiated, is all the colours of the rainbow, and various different sizes. The $5 is pink/purple with the Queen on one side and someone on the other side (there's a lot of "someone"s on our money. All notable and noble people, I'm sure, but no one know who they are or what they did, really). The $10 is blue/green. The $20 is orange. And so on. It's also made of plastic-type stuff (which means it goes through the wash without any hassles). A friend who recently returned to the States from his exchange over here IMed me and said: "I went to an ATM and went, 'What's this green crap?'"

So I suppose it's not Americans who amuse me, so much as the culture tremor (it doesn't really deserve to be called a shock).

That is my profound thought for this morning. I will return this afternoon and attempt to bestow some more gems. For now, though, wish me luck on this last day of hell work.