A bird is twittering outside my window. This is so very strange in the city. Y'all can keep your country shit, man.

Yesterday, in their full front-page coverage of the Australian Idol final, the Herald Sun called it "the country's most popular karaoke competition" and I laughed out loud. One of the only times the Herald Sun's managed that without the adjective "derisive" being applied to the laughter generated.

Friend of a friend sent an article to me via Anfy about middle-aged married women fangirling Viggo Mortensen. I'm not sure if this was because it was full of gushing about the talented man who I think is really quite attractive though not quite as fall-down sexy as Johnny Depp, or if it's supposed to be a subtle "YOU ARE SAD, YOU ARE LIKE THESE PEOPLE EXCEPT NOT MARRIED AND MIDDLE-AGED" nudge.

We don't seem to be missing too much in this year's Big Day Out. Although the Beastie Boys would've been way cool. Europe will be way cold, so it will all even out somehow.

This post has just been a multimedia extravaganza of boring, hasn't it?