IKEA MAME Dinner Table. Duuuude, WANT.

Holy crap! My Mom just sent me an IM to let me know that my brother’s wife Kara is in labour as we speak – six weeks early! Looks like my nephew wants to be born EARLY. Fingers crossed til I hear more news…

Update: No news! It’s 24 hours later, and she’s still hanging in there at the hospital. They’re trying to forestall labor as much as possible right now to give the baby’s lungs a little more time to develop.

It’s a long shot, I know, but do any of you guys in Sydney have a recommendation for a locksmith? We need to get the locks at the new place changed, and I’m trying to avoid picking a name at random out of the phone book.

Popcorn Taxi are promoting a special screening of The Darjeeling Limited. Personally, I’m not a huge Wes Anderson fan, but I know some of you are. And Jason Schwartzman – aka Max Fischer – is actually going to be there. Whaddaya think? Worth going?

One Ring to Rule Them All, Mate.

Moving Update: And it’s EMPTY! Only took us two weeks. It’s still a nasty pit, but at least everything’s out.

This one’s for the Snook: Manly Ways to Prepare Turkey. We’re not sure yet whether we’re going to bother doing anything special for Thanksgiving. It’s just too darn hot.

Oh, waaaa waaaaa waaaa, Matt Corby! Turns out he doesn’t like the winner’s song. Well, NO DUH. Nobody does. But remember last year? Damien actually had the talent to turn it into something listenable. Corby’s also fretting that the studio won’t let him release the kind of stuff he wants to write. Dude, why did you even audition for Idol in the first place? I thought we had some talented singers this year, but man, I just wish some of them would’ve cut the whinging about the show format.

Moving Update: Aren’t we done YET? We’re down to the real annoying stuff now, that last 10% that’s hiding in the back corners of drawers and cupboards. Why do we have so much crap? At one point today I found myself carrying a fondue set, a popcorn popper, a jaffle maker, and a stick blender, and I thought to myself: “I’m going to be ashamed to read Unclutterer after this.” Not that we aren’t throwing things out. Ooooh no. We’re getting rid of heaps of stuff. I took three suitcases full of books, videotapes, clothes, toys, and boardgames over to our local Red Cross Op Shop. I’ve carried half a dozen big garbage bags of rubbish out to the trash room. And it’s still not empty! But it will be, hopefully by tomorrow afternoon. Then that gives us a few days to tidy up before the real cleaners come on Thursday to hopefully try to reclaim as much of our security deposit as possible. That also happens to be the DAY OF SETTLEMENT, which I’m a little disappointed to learn we aren’t expected to be at. I was envisioning some sort of very solemn ceremony, where we’d sign something, and they’d sign something, and we’d hand over an oversized cheque, and then there’d be the Ritual Handing Over of Keys. Except we’ve already got all the keys and the lawyer is authorised to dole out the cash, so my dreams of the Great Ritual of Settling on the House will go unfulfilled. Too bad.

While I in no way condone the bashing of goths with goon bags, I still think that’s just about the funniest headline EVER.