More evidence that my brain is connected to some kind of universal pop culture mainframe. This morning I wake up, sit down at the table and think to myself "Whatever happened to Poppy King - you know, the lipstick queen with the matte lipstick that fell spectacularly on her sword?"... A few minutes later I'm leafing through that AWFUL new "Melbourne Magazine" thing in The Age (can they get any more demographically focused?) and I find a tiny little article titled "Whatever happened to Poppy King?". FREAK OUT. And at that very same moment, the power went out. All I can surmise is that somehow, at the very moment my mind attached itself to the zeitgeist, an electrical charge was released blacking out the entire south eastern suburbs. Whoah.