I have nothing to say... but this is the internet so I'll say it anyway

It the battle of the blogosphere - where reader attention lasts about as long American free-market capitalism rhetoric does when the Dow plunges 400 points - it's hard to keep ahead of the pack. If you're not doing at least three countries a month, you're not doing it at all.

To read about rollicking adventures in far flung lands, point your browers to http://twophatkiwis.blogspot.com/; to read about Rock stuffing his face yet again, you've come to the right url.

With fitness the focus on the day of Sydney's Running Festival, Rockwas first off the mark... for the icecream soda. All part of Rock's plan for a glorious spring day in the harbour city: start building up cholesterol tolerance to yankee levels, lest Uncle Sam turn him away at the boarder. Fortunately, Sydney institution and bogan magnet Pancakes on the Rocks has opened up an outlet on Darling Harbour. If the markets don't turn around, it could be the last meal on The Rock for a while...

You think that's good? Just wait till you try a proper root beer float... complete with iced mug and curly fries.

Incoming diabetes with a side of heart attack. Ok, ok, for those readers who come from out on the range where this would count as a mere entree, I apologize in advance for the hyperbole.

Mmmm... melted cheesy artificiality will soothe over the stresses of a bloody week in the markets.


Is anyone else noticing a theme here? Other than the obvious inane comment thematic.

Imagine that's the East River... and that's the Brooklyn bridge... And if the markets don't turn around, keep right on imagining...



To Alan Greenspan these could grudgingly be examples of "speculative price imbalances"; to everyone else, they're bubbles.

You know it's a slow news day when this is the big finale.