Dr Horrible: metaphor for my life or simply my inner child having fun?

I adore Dr Horrible. Dr Horrible is a mad scientist who loves Penny from across the laundromat and dreams of joining the Evil league of Evil and of vanquishing his arch-nemesis Captain Hammer. I feel a great kinship and sympathy for this fictional person. And I'm trying to figure out why, hence my title.

One of my fave internet-borne quotes is:

Knowledge is power.
Power corrupts.
Study hard, be evil.

Logically this would mean that librarians are one of the singlemost evil groups of people on the planet. However, this is not the case. But it is a good reminder that we have a lot of power to change people's lives, for the good or bad, by providing or failing to provide good information.

Librarians are made of awesome. As the Green brothers say: Don't Forget To Be Awesome (DFTBA) .

And why do I like Dr Horrible so much other than what it contains? Because creativity abounds in it's presence. Made for the internet out of love and favours, it lives free.

Strange foods

I like this web-comic . It is written by creative intelligent people who are insightful about my interests. Sometimes it makes me think in odd ways. Apropos the annotation below the linked comic: And then there's (sugar, salt) and (fat, caffeine), which we don't even want to think about.

Dutch salt-licorice and coffee ice-cream. Which sounds plenty tasty to me.

On that note I challenge you to name three flavours/foods such that all three are abhorrent combined with either other. It's surprisingly hard when you have a good imagination and an open palette.

vegemite, ice-cream and avocado is about the best I can do off the top of my head. But someone will comment and tell me about their delicious avocado and vegemite sandwich I'm sure.

Kirundi

Burundi is the smallest country in Africa, and one of the poorest ten nations in the world. It's inhabitants speak Kirundi, French and Swahili. About 500,00 of it's residents are displaced by the effects of war and HIV/AIDS. Most of the inhabitants are illiterate. About 10,000 of them are refugees.

Apparently some of those refugees now live in Brisbane. Some of them only speak Kirundi. I know this because a lady came to the library today who only spoke Kirundi. Due to the fact that the translation hotline took 10 minutes to find a translator (one minute too long in order to actually speak to my Kirundi lady) I'm guess that she's not alone in her recent arrival. Until today, I did not know any of these things.

I'm looking to find some sort of support group to refer this lady to, since I imagine it's very isolating to live in a new country where you can't talk to 99.999% of people.

I have her phone number (I didn't get her name) if anyone can help.

Step one: A journey of 1,000 miles.

Like many things in my life, my blogging career has been truncated by the discoverance of other shiny things to play with on the internet. The fact that blogs help me keep track of such shiny things didn't stop this unfortunate dropping of interest. But now, 23 has arrived to revive my writer's spirit and get me typing about wonderful things from every corner of the English-speaking internet. I've been sent on an adventure, so let's see what exotic fare I can return with.

First, a traditional exotic food: chocolate. It's no longer exotic, it's grown in Australia now:
http://www.coolhealth.com.au/
Which mean's it's automatically fair-trade. If you're looking for other chocolates that aren't made with child slave labour (lots are) I suggest going here.
http://www.fta.org.au/locator

Bon voyage! Tread lightly in your travels :)