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While catching up on my hockey news I wandered over to the Minessota Wild’s site and found news of a disturbing theme park.

Apparently the Mall of America features ‘Cereal Adventure, an interactive theme park where your cereal comes to life’.

Now is it just me or does the thought of being chased through the night by a living Coco Pop fill you with as much dread as being accosted by a walking, talking Fruit Loop? Some things are best left dead. And covered in milk.

Oh dear god. The other day I caught sight of my stomach in the mirror. I’ve been trying to avoid this for a very long time but with a full length mirror in the bathroom this is a task that requires greater powers of avoidance than even I can muster. After checking to make sure I wasn’t pregnant (phew, that’s a relief) I decided I had to do something about it.

That ‘something’ started this afternoon with a half hour hike around the lake. It would have been a glorious walk through the bush if I could have breathed using my screaming lungs, could have walked with my near geriatric legs and I really should have know better than to attempt those stomach crunches. I did manage to stumble back home and so far my heart is still beating. Best of all I managed to overcome the temptation to reward myself with a chocolate biscuit. What will power.

Regular readers (Hi Mum and Dad) will pleased to know the trees that Olivia Newton John planted are doing fine.

What to do on a beautiful late winters afternoon? Today that decision was easy – the new Spirit of Tasmania ships were in port. It took us an hour of lining up to get on board but the tour was worth it. Very opulent, very stylish. The ship (we were on number one) was so impressive we’re now contemplating a cruise.

Last night’s game was wonderful, with the Tiges coming home to win their third in a row. Prior to the game there was a parade of nations – eight international teams competing in the first ever international Australian Rules competition were introduced to the crowd. Canada, Nairu, South Africa, Samoa, Denmark (!), Japan, Papau New Guinea and Great Britain. They got a great reception from the crowd and then got to see a magnificent exhibition.

Heading home that night on the train I was waiting on the platform at Flinders Street with a few members of the Canadian team. They were so excited at having seen real football played at its spiritual home and were chattering madly. A thought struck me. As my train pulled in I asked if any of them were Richmond fans – one spoke up. I asked if he really was, he said ‘sure man’ so I threw him my scarf and jumped on the train. As the train pulled out he waved it at me and yelled out his thanks.

I bought a new scarf today, to replace its brother that will soon find a new home in Toronto. Go Canada!

I’ve got my train ticket ready, jumpers waiting to be put on and membership card primed. It’s time to say goodbye to the Tiges for 2002. It’s our last game in Melbourne for the year with our final two being interstate.

I’m in two minds – I’m going to miss footy until next March but am glad to see the end of 2002. The poor Tiges, after coming so close to a premiership last year, will languish down the bottom of the ladder when finals come around in September. It’s been wonderful going with Rae, Phee and Rob and next year when Rob and I have reserved seats together it will be even better.

So long Tiges, here’s to 2003.

Good way to start a Friday – Nigel at The Audi Olympics (one of my very few must read daily blogs) has added me to his Preferred Reading List.

Well, I did the adding – but it was at his request. That makes two links to me out there – I’m taking over the world.

I’ve decided to break the law. Don’t Link To Us! have pointed out that our very own Australia Post only allow links to five particular pages in their site.

If you’re feeling particularly rebellious and want to join in civil disobedience that is likely to bring down the organisation join me by clicking here.

It’s 25 year since Elvis’ rather ignominious death. Now I’ve never been a great Elvis fan but my beloved is so I think on this day we should unveil an international day of importance.

From hereon let August 16 be known as ‘The International Day for 7-11 Attendants and Burger Flippers’

I’d had enough. Every pen I ever had here has disappeared and this morning my trusty blue biro that I’d nursed through almost a year was gone. Stolen, from right here at my desk. Now that was the final straw (and biro)

Lunch time today I went down the street and purchased a spiffy new pen and pencil set. I then marched on up to the guy in the shopping centre and had my initials engraved on them. So pen thieves, unless your initials are AWM your days in this office are numbered.