Your life may depend on it! You will not be able to see his eyes because of tea-shades... no. That's the wrong lead-in.



And so the first week of the year has come and pretty much gone. Now all that awaits is the greasy slide into the rest of the year.

Where in the next couple more left over days, people will vow to buy things for next Christmas only to crack them open for themselves to slip them up for the next season.

Where resolutions made on January 1 will wobble so intensely they'll buckle like fat knees trying to keep up the weight of a few tires hovering over the air as they jump the puddle for the poodle sitting on the side won't allow a side step.

Where from here on in it's like nothing can stop you from doing what you want. Unless it happens to snap outside the bounds of decency, legality and all things ethically.

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Bravo Child, last year's winner of the Poetry Slam Final, up this year as the sacrificial poet for the NSW Poetry Slam Final. The sacrificial poet being the first poet of the night to fall under the hammer and whiteboard markers of the randomly chosen members of the judging panel.

Points, however, matter not as the poet is not part of the final line up vying for the title of champion.

Nothing with the spilling of blood, as one audience member gasped in anticipation of. Or anything to do with the poultry slam others have been known to ponder and enquire about.



Following the rules of the Poetry Slam final, Bravo Child would wind out well into the negatives breaking it out past the 2 minute mark.

Location, location, location and in this location, The Members' Room of the Mitchell Wing of the State Library New South Wales. Nice old books there. Watch it the rabid crowd don't try shifting the heavy chairs for a better view. It's as if some people can't stand standing.

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Great, the end of the year and now they start to sneak in with more episodes of Power Rangers without any fanfare beyond the listings in the TV guide.

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3 or 4 fathers came together to bring us the wonder that is the Parramatta Town Hall Collectables Fair.

No matter what you are looking for, whether it be a lock of McGuyver's hair or a spare TARDIS to play in for the weekend, you will most likely find it at Parramatta Town Hall this Sunday the 12th of November. Look here for when, where, how, which and whence.

Don't forget to tell them, some guy in a Batman suit sent you.

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All these rules and notes about what kind of footprint to send in for the Guinness World Record attempt and not a clear mention on where on the form the contact details should go. Loose step there, watch out for the grating.

K-Zone's call out for the longest line of footprints looks for an outline from pretty much everyone who picks up the magazine, and even those who don't.

There's a form to fill in and if they get enough to crack the record, everyone who's part of the line gets a certificate of anonymity for their contribution. Just remember to put the return contact details on there somewhere. Otherwise, that's one missing foot for the goal.

There's no need to buy the magazine, which is good since it'll cost to send the actual foot print in.

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Summer Glau of FIREFLY and keeping the faith with SERENITY, (both of the Whedonverse) slamming back the lights and signing the prints and items at Supanova Sydney.



Volunteer at the waiting line on preview night really wasn't much help. Especially given that the stooge waits to tell whomever's lining up that each personal item is $30, prints are $30 and other such things range on from there.

No signs are about the place and there are no other people giving the heads up. Just one bloke at the end of a line one hour long.

Now, waiting for that hour to grab and autograph from Summer Glau will push many into forking the cash over. After all, it's been an hour in the line, only a few steps before being right in front of her and why not?

Well, that's exorbitant and an unexpected charge up from the backside in the dark. Bowlegged all night long afterwards, and the clean up is something of a mess.

Charging for the autograph is one thing. Not telling any one about that fact until they're right at the table, that's just not right at all. Worse still when that fee doesn't make the line move any faster. Slower still.

Nevertheless, the woman is scorching.

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