
Jun 30, 2005
Goodbye cruel Sydney.. the last week you have given me nothing but rain and cold weather.
Here I come Queensland - give me temperature, sun and lot’s of adventure.
That’s it - leaving for Byron Bay tomorrow. Taking the Greyhound bus north. It’s a 13-14 hour bustrip, so hoping Byron Bay is wort it.
Actually have no idea how long I’m going to stay there, or exactly what to do - will go more or less on impuls 
Going to backpack for 3-4 weeks before I have to go back to Sydney to welcome a friend from Norway and start up a new semester at Macquarie University.
I’m planing on going all the way up to Cairns where I want to take a diving course. Will have to see if that happens.
Between Sydney and Cairns I’ll probably travel through Byron Bay, Surfers Paradise/Goldcoast, Brisbane, Noosa, Hervey Bay, Bundaberg, Airlie Beach, Townswille, Mission Beach and then Cairns. Some of those mentioned I might not visit, and I might (probably) visit some others. Time will tell.
Will try to update this blog with photos and travelog when I can.
So long, Jan Ove

Jun 30, 2005
Test your skills, and see if you can see the difference between a programming language inventor and a serial killer.
Head over to Killer quiz

Jun 30, 2005
So a Frenchman, an Englishman, and a New Yorker get captured by cannibals.
The Chief comes to them and says, “The bad news is that now that we’ve caught you, we’re going to kill you. We will put you in a pot and cook you, then we’ll eat you, and then we’ll use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die.”
The Frenchman says, “I take ze sword.” The chief gives him a sword, the Frenchmand cries “Vive la France!” and runs himself through.
The Englishman says, “A pistol for me, please.” The chief hands him a gun, the Englishman points it at his head saying “God save the Queen!”, and blows his brains out.
The New Yorker says “Gimme a fork.” The chief is puzzled, but shrugs and gives him a fork. The New Yorker takes the fork and starts jabbing himself all over — the stomach, sides, chest, everywhere. There’s blood gushing all over the place, it’s horrible.
The chief is appalled and asks, “God almighty, what are you doing?”
The New Yorker sneers and says, “So much for your canoe, you stupid fuck!”

Jun 30, 2005
The LAPD, The FBI, and the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch it.
The CIA goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest. They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist.
The FBI goes in. After two weeks with no leads they burn the forest, killing everything in it, including the rabbit, and they make no apologies. The rabbit had it coming.
The LAPD goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten bear. The bear is yelling: “Okay! Okay! I’m a rabbit! I’m a rabbit!’

Jun 30, 2005
A blond, a brunette, and a redhead were trying out for a new NASA experiment on sending women to different planets. First, they called the brunette in and asked her a question. “If you could go to any planet, what planet would you want to go to and why?”
After pondering the question she answered, “I would like to go to Mars because it seems so interesting with all the recent news about possible extra terrestrial life on the planet.”
They said, “Well okay, thank you.” And told her that they would get back to her. Next, the redhead entered the room and the NASA people asked her the same question.
In reply, “I would like to go to Saturn to see all of its rings.”
Again, “Thank you” and they would get back to her. Finally, the blond entered the room and they asked her the same question they asked the brunette and the redhead.
She thought for a while and replied, “I would like to go to the sun.”
The people from NASA replied, “Why, don’t you know that if you went to the sun you would burn to death?”
The blond smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Are you guys dumb? I’d go at night!”
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