I've written about on-line marketing and search engine optimization (SEO) before. It's an area that I have developed a bizarre interest in. SEO can almost be treated as a game. A geeky game, but a game no less. The SEO Blog is basically an SEO news site, capturing all sorts of stories relating to Google and it's competitors.

The latest big nerd news? Well it seems that “&id=” as a parameter in your URL is now OK by Google and will not impact upon your pages being indexed.

MySpace is a pretty big deal now, especially if your into music, or promoting your music. My Chemical Romance and Lily Allen are two of the best examples of artists taking advantage of the free benefits that MySpace can offer. It's got to the point now that if your in a band and you don't have a MySpace page then your already well behind the 8 ball. Perhaps the only thing worse than not having a MySpace page, is having a super lame generic template based MySpace page. Those things just scream suck. » Read the rest of the entry..

 

The film Kenny plays out like a documentary, following the exploits of Kenny Smyth (played by Shane Jacobson), as he goes about his business. Kenny Smyth is a good natured Aussie bloke, typical of many working class Aussies. He's an average guy, working an average job for an average day's pay. Overalls are his uniform. His drink of choice, beer.

Kenny's job is poo, literally. Kenny works for Splashdown (allegedly a real company responsible for financing a bulk of the film), a portable toilet company that provides public conveniences for punters at various out door events and festivals. While his father may not approve of his son's profession as "a glorified turd burglar", there's no doubt that Kenny takes great

pride in what he does. Kenny's work takes him to "Poo HQ", a porta-loo convention in the US.

Kenny is a warm hearted film. It packs some good laughs as well as shining a spotlight on relationships within a slightly dysfunctional family unit. The number of poo jokes in this film is extraordinary. In true mockumentary style you could be forgiven for believing that Kenny is a real guy. This movie encapsulates what it is to be Australian.

In short, Kenny shits all over the majority of Australian films produced of late. Genuinely funny and genuinely entertaining.

With the weather warming up the spider population will soon be out in full force. Contrary to what Hollywood movies may have led you to believe, not all spider bites will have you turning into a superhero ala Spiderman, as the photos I received in my inbox today will attest. These pictures are not for the faint-hearted, and could make for excellent 'Shock Docs' material. Whether they have been 'photoshopped' or not, I'm not really sure. The one thing I am sure about though is that I'm damn glad I wasn't eating when I checked my email this morning! » Read the rest of the entry..

His name is Bobby Flynn, and he has revolutionised the world of Australian Idol.

His performance of the Rick James classic 'Superfreak' was inspiring, and his dance moves scintillating. In a series in which bland mediocrity is taking over, Bobby was the freak beacon we needed. Yeah sure, the dude looks a little strange, and his hair has been likened to that of Sideshow Bob, but he's real, and he was striking a blow for odd looking dudes nation wide.

There was speculation that Bobby was in fact an alien sent to earth to teach us all about the healing properties of music. There was also some speculation that Bobby was in fact not Bobby at all, but instead Eric Stoltz reprising his role from the film Mask. I don't really care about any of that, Bobby was the one thing that was keeping Idol interesting.

Here's how the Age describes our Bobby:

"Whether he's an irritating weedy voiced hippy or a sensitive David Bowie-like musical genius, Flynn has prompted a national debate and, love him or hate him, the curly-haired Queenslander is one of the reasons ? some say the only reason ? that new life has been breathed into the flagging ratings of TV reality show Australian Idol."

Yup, Bobby is the one man?responsible for carrying out CPR on?the?Idol concept. But?what distresses me is that now, the Australian public has turned it's back on the man that could change the world through interpretative?dance and folk singing. Yes, Bobby has been shafted by the Idol voting public, and I'm angry. Bring back Bobby! Immediately!

As a sidenote, today I found out that Bobby nearly made it through to the final of Rockstar: Supernova (the one with Tommy Lee). "In the end it was more about tattoos than talent for Bobby ? they couldn't see him fronting Supernova and Tommy Lee," Rockstar executive producer RP Sekon said in the Courier Mail.

Now that would have been worth seeing, Bobby Flynn banging out the metal tunes with Tommy Lee, Jason Newsted and Gilby Clarke.

Remember people, his name is Bobby Flynn, and he has revolutionised the world of Australian Idol.

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pictured above: Bobby showcasing his superfreak dance moves

"Hairloss Treatments used to be realm of the shaman and the medicine man. In Ancient Egypt they devoted entire temples to the business of growing hair where they would burn special �hair growth incense� and apply a salve of pigeon droppings onto the head of the prospective hairloss patient."

I have a question, did the pidgeon droppings work?

Actually, I've learnt something else today. Rogaine was originally designed as a blood pressure medication, and hair growth was one of it's side effects. Medicine is strange indeed, particularly when it comes to hairloss treatments.

Angelina Jolie has a lot of tattoos. Yup, a lot. She's got dragon's, poems, and religious tattoos. Angelina Jolie is hot. Yup, hot. But one image of her I can't get out of my head, is the one of her getting a tattoo done by a Thai tattoo artist in the traditional style. It looks painful! Yet she's smiling!

Have a look at the picture. There's a guy poking a white stick into her back and she's smiling about it?? And when I look at it, I can't say that it looks all that sanitary either. I just don't think tattoos are for me after all.