2001-05-11 :: 10:17 p.m.

and now, i shake your hand in protest

Soundtrack: none

Once upon a time, Scott of erasing.org went to Texas and made an offer to send people postcards. I took him up on this very offer, and he sent me one of the tackiest postcards I have ever seen, along with a nice personal anecdote (even though he doesn't know me at all).

For a theoretically limited time, I am now offering the very same postcard service. Of course, in this case, the postcards will be coming from Australia, and not Texas.

So ask yourself: Would you like mail from a land down under? [Where women glow and men plunder? / Where beer does flow and men chunder?] Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

Let's ignore that tacky song, for there are more pressing questions. Have you always wondered if people here do, in fact, throw shrimps on the barbie? What does my handwriting look like? What is the origin of the word "chunder"? Is kangaroo meat worth trying? What is the real story of my life, anyway?

These questions and more can be posed via email to postcard(@)jordan.diaryland.com. As usual, knock out the curvy bits around the @ and you'll be sweet.

(Major bonus points for being able to cite the short-lived TV series that I took this entry's title from.)