Restaurant: Flying Fajita Sistas

If you're craving some Mexican fare, head over to the Flying Fajita Sistas. If you go to USyd, there's the added bonus that it's only a skip, hop and hunger-laden jump away if you happen to be anywhere near Broadway.

The aptly-named 'wall of pain' containing a delightful selection of chilli sauces

We went to the Flying Fajita Sistas on a Tuesday night to get their $3 taco deal. If you're going in a group, you have to make reservations at least one week ahead. But it's worth it! No-one could take their hungry eyes off the 20 tacos when they arrive at our table on a huge platter. The restaurant manager moves the candle on the table (which is providing some ambient lighting) away, saying "You don't need this, you only need tacos." Amen. We promptly begin eating and don't talk (much) until every last taco is gone.

We ordered 5 taco platters - one per person. Each platter comes with 4 soft-shell tacos: chicken, pork, beef and bean. My favourite had to be the beef, which was tender (tick) and satisfied my rumbling tummy (double tick; there was a long gap between lunch and dinner for me that day). Next to the beef, the pork wasn't bad. For the non-carnivores, there was the bean taco, which contained blended/whipped up beans in a smooth spread and not actual beans (as I was expecting).

As part of their Tuesday night specials, you get 3 complimentary side dips with your order of tacos: guacamole, crema and salsa. The salsa is only mildly spicy (but then again, I didn't put much on my tacos), though none of us go near the wall of pain. Maybe next time, when I'm feeling more adventurous.

As a (relatively) poor/cheap/stingy student, a $12 dinner really tickled my fancy (while leaving my wallet barely touched). I'll definitely coming back here another (Tues)day. I feel a post-uni Mexican fiesta coming up soon.

~ Hurley Who?

looks can kill (your self-respect and all other kinds of street cred)

Some people are attracted to money. In my hood we like to call them gold diggers. Some people are attracted to fame. We call them WAGs or the cast of Jersey Shore.

A great many of us are attracted to beauty, good looks, aesthetics, handsomeness, golden ratios, hotness, spankability, etc. Whilst the decidedly unattractive amongst us will like to call this shallow, the rest of us will agree with using the Litmus test of good looks to help us navigate our way through the seas of the unwashed to find that suitable somebody.

Unfortunately for me, somewhere along the line my taste 'went awry'. Basically this is just an attempt to suss out why these particular men, who more reasonably than not fall under the category of "Definitely not attractive in any majoritarian sense", are so very attractive (to me).

Pete Campbell (Vincent Kartheiser)

Forget Jon 'smoked' Hamm. Sure our Pete is a massive dickhead in Mad Men but in failing to come up with any justification for his peculiar disagreeableness on the show, I will argue instead that one's ability to be a dickhead is surely mutually exclusive with one's ability to be inexplicably attractive.

Michael Sheen

No-one will know exactly how long it took me to find a relatively flattering pic. Again, proving my point - why so attractive yo? This man is renowned for playing TONY FRICKING BLAIR. He is quite the charming though, if one would deign to reference Youtube as a credible source. Also to be fair, he was once married to Kate Beckinsale and managed to have a daughter with her (well done!) so Mr Sheen must have done something right.

Yes that's right, go laugh or perhaps recoil in horror.

[d.r]

douchebaggery

Probably the best fictitious fuck-up ever:










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Who's Reviews - Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps

It seemed like a good recipe: topical subject matter, a follow-up from an immensely popular 80s movie, same director, same big-name actor... But to be honest, Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps failed to live up to the hype. I left the cinema disappointed: the trailer has a lot of explaining to do.

The gist of the whole movie is revenge. Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas) wants revenge on Bretton James (Josh Brolin - who has a fantastic rage scene at the end where he destroys a priceless artwork... best scene). Jake Moore (Shia) wants revenge on Bretton James but then he sets his sights on Gordon Gekko. It's pretty circular. And the whole 'payback' thing got a bit tired at the end. The movie is 15 mins and one plot twist too long.

And maybe I wasn't paying enough attention to the finer details of the dialogue, but I also felt that the plot progressed in a bit of a stilted fashion. The scenes in the movie seemed contrived, and some ideas (like why Shia really wanted $100m for the development of some alternative energy project) seemed completely random and unexplained - I couldn't help thinking "but WHY are you so interested in this project?"

I love Carey Mulligan, who plays Winnie Gekko - Gordon's daughter and Jake's girlfriend/fiance/babymamma - with an American accent which was not bad. Susan Sarandon was probably the only other woman I saw in the whole movie. She played Jake's mother in an extremely peripheral and underdeveloped role. It is very much a male-centric film. It could have used some fresh female perspective (or am I just being biased?) because there are only so many scenes with slicked hair and clean-cut suits that can be tolerated in one sitting.

Overall, the plot seemed to opt more for style than substance. Given the subject matter and the timely nature of the film, it could have gone a lot further in terms of making an impact, rather than throwing words like "moral hazard" around.

I'd give it a 7/10. Edward Darcy agreed though he suggested a range between 6.5-7.0. Final conclusion: not as good as you were hoping. Money might not sleep, but it put me to sleep.

~ Hurley Who?

PS. Profuse apologies for the very un-punny joke.

Google it!

This is where I want to work! I just came back from a tour of the Google offices in Sydney. Definitely one of THE coolest workplaces I have ever visited/seen.

The living wall!!

Although I didn't take a picture. the offices are also complete with 'micro kitchens' - small spaces complete with a fully stocked fridge of delicious drinks, a coffee machine, a range of cereals, mueslis, nibbles and snack foods. Oh, and did I mention that all three meals of the day are free? Oh, the perks of the job!

~ Hurley Who?

PS. Click on the photo to make them bigger...

PPS. This post has been edited as it is against Google policy to post pictures of their office... (except for the wall).

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

Check it out.

and if you have time, check this out. It's pretty funny.

~Louis Tiffon

iPods, unfortunately

Has anyone seen the new iPod nano? Does anyone even care anymore? Well, you probably should, as these days, the height of ignorance is probably best epitomised by an inability to tell between the elusive shuffle and the latest nano:

(image courtesy of Apple)

Do you even remember when nanos used to look like this:

(image courtesy of Fanpop)

Yeah, neither do I. I do, however, understand that Apple offers a product going by the name of iPod shuffle:

(image courtesy of Apple)

Has anyone actually spotted one of these? Its dimensions dictate that it would serve best as a paperclip. I cannot comprehend why Apple/Steve Jobs would think that anyone would pay for that inevitable panic attack after you've been fumbling around your pocket, before coming to a gut-wrenching realisation that you've paid for your 50c cone with your shuffle.

Shuffle aside, they've also significantly revamped the touch. It is now equipped with two cameras (front and back), enabling 'FaceTime' (ie. video conversations, typical of Apple's aversion to the space bar) and HD video recording (although I imagine Apple has very generously given us five minutes battery life to do so, so that you'll actually have to purchase two of these revamped models to capture a video of decent length). Some day, we'll have a laugh about every electronics company's attempts to miniaturise and amalgamate all possible features into the one device.

At a RRP of $289 for the 8GB model, I may consider a purchase, had I not already mortgaged the majority of my worldly possessions for one single night of my entire life. Or perhaps a thirty minute trip to JB Hi-Fi will satiate my curiosity, doubling up as that obligatory comparison of the old vs. the new to ascertain an appropriate degree of that I-wish-I-had-stuck-out-just-that-bit-longer sentiment.





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[As a sidenote, I really must apologise for being an iPod owner. In my vigorous attempts to be anti-mainstream, it was only logical that I was anti-iPod. But it wasn't long before I realised that Australia was not about to import any of iPod's worthy competitors (eg. the Zune, iRiver Clix and any Cowon) any time soon in the next half-century, so I caved. My deepest regrets.]