A telling of May 2004 by The Wax Conspiracy

Switch Flick Kicks Hick to Bricks: Ethan Switch - Monday, 3 May 2004 - 08:45:08
Big Brother 4 Secret Out and About $1 Million: Ethan Switch - Monday, 3 May 2004 - 09:29:54
Fumble Out of Bed and Stumble to the Kitchen and Pour Myself a Cup of Ambition and: Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 4 May 2004 - 11:05:58
Three Bombs, Two Committees, One City Under the Gun: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 5 May 2004 - 11:03:50
Sitting Pretty are the Dead Men and Women of War: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 11 May 2004 - 11:18:43
Amplified Salivations on Danish Royal Wedding: Ethan Switch - Friday, 14 May 2004 - 10:33:35
Microfiction Readings to Rampage Melbourne Cityscape: Ethan Switch - Monday, 17 May 2004 - 10:46:09
His Hat is a Funny Shape, His Heart is a Brick: Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 18 May 2004 - 10:36:56
The Power of Suggestion - Today: The Hybrid; Tomorrow: You?: Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 20 May 2004 - 10:05:32
Fingers Might Be Waving But Blood Ain't Running Here Today: Ethan Switch - Thursday, 27 May 2004 - 11:29:56
Popping Those Pills as You Cook with Gas: Ethan Switch - Monday, 31 May 2004 - 10:58:52

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Red Riding Trilogy: This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoût: Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Lassitude abandons the Throwing Knives: Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

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