I have been dabbling in something strange and unholy for the past few weeks, and the time has come to confess: I've actually been eating vegemite. I blame society, engrams, and the Australian girls who live in the dorm. The foisted it upon me, by which I mean I asked them to make me a vegemite sandwich. I got toast instead, which is apparently the preferred way of eating it despite what Men Down Under might have to say about it. As it turns out, vegemite is basically brown-black salt with a slightly yeasty taste and non-stop delicious. I eat it whenever I have the chance now, and even pay an exorbitant price for bread just so that I can it more. I did try to combine what I saw as two natural friends, vegemite and mustard, but I confess that the result was slightly lackluster. Yeah, I bet the Aussies would be scandalized at that. Maybe if their country wasn't a big rock at the bottom of the world, someone would care. Incidentally, Andrew C, you should check your Gonzaga account for a long-lost e-mail about this.
On a related note, these same Aussie girls made me watch Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, which I'd always refused to even consider as anything more than a preachy movie about the joys of the transexual life. As it turns out, it stars Guy Pierce and Agent Smith (Hugo Weaving, I think) as cross-dressers and the Outback as Mr. Scenery, and the effect is incredible. The movie takes a Totoro-style approach to plot, which is to say that it has none. Nonetheless, seeing the menacing star of Memento and Agent Smith ponce around in women's clothing is an unqualified delight, especially as I had watched Memento a week or so before and watched the Matrix immediately afterwards. I would heartily recommend it to anyone with a strong stomach for prancing, flouncing, and ABBA.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
