Everyone's getting their two cents' worth about Schappelle Corby, and notwithstanding I'm trying to save my money, I might just do the same. I am GLAD she has been paroled. I have no idea if she is innocent or guilty, but if she is guilty, then surely ten years in an Indonesian cess pit for some weed is a tad excessive. I do not give a shit if she is paid money for her story. Indeed, I kind of hope she is because she is going to need to pay for therapy, I would imagine. Not to mention the fact the woman has to eat. To all those who say she shouldn't be profiteering from her crimes, and the Proceeds of Crimes Act should be applied, I say this: to my knowledge she has not actually been convicted of any offences in Australia that would seek shade under such an umbrella, so nyah-nyah-nyah.
Now for what's making me say 'Pffffft!': the family of Miranda Kerr are going to appear on a television show called 'Family Confidential', and plead for her to come home. Um, do you people actually own a phone? A computer? I don't live that far from Gunnedah, and I know phones and the telephone exchange have been around in the district for a long, long time - longer than Miranda has even been alive, I would imagine. I personally don't care that much for Miranda Kerr (oh, so you're genetically blessed? Excuse me while I keep hoping someone finds a cure for cancer), but I feel a little sorry for her in this case. How tacky. Does nobody care about exposing the dirty family linen in public any more? For some reason, it's making me imagine my mother, were she still alive, appearing on television with her 'plea': 'Simone, what time Mass service are you going to?'
Coolest Bond Theme Song To Dullest Bond Movie: My vote for this is 'A View To A Kill' by Duran Duran. Although it's a well known fact I'm no fan of the Eighties, I don't mind a bit of Duran Duran. But this film is just beyond meh. Bond is played by Roger Moore, who looked like he has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana skin. The villainess May Day is played by Grace Jones, who seriously Cannot. Bloody. Act. The villain is Christopher Walken who is a fantastic actor, but just bland and wasted in this turd of a film. The love interest is Tanya Roberts, who had no chemistry at all with Moore. Indeed, their onscreen chemistry just fizzled with all the fission and charge of somebody trying to forcibly drill a strand of cold, cooked spaghetti into a cowpat.
Finally, the award for being So Stupid It's Beyond Scary goes to Campbell Newman. Again. Soon, he's going to have to build a new set of shelves to accommodate all these awards. He has complained that lawyers defending bikies are part of a 'criminal gang machine' who try to get their clients off. No. Really? A lawyer trying to get his/her client acquitted? Well, you could totally knock me down with a feather at that one. It's really time for someone to approach him slowly from the periphery, holding open a bit white coat with lots of straps and buckles (kind of like approaching a horse to put a bridle on it), and for someone else to also approach from the periphery with a shot of Thorazine, ready for administration.
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