Some cheeky bugger has submitted a photo of John Howard, Australia’s Prime Minister, to Am I Hot or Not? He’s currently polling 7.9, which I can’t believe. I gave him a 2. The man really is a troll.

Ebert is embroiled in the debate over Bowling for Columbine‘s accuracy. Interesting stuff.

Crafty folks in Sydney are invited to tonight’s Stitch ‘n’ Bitch, hosted by gadgetgirl. I’m gonna be there!

Actual Australian towns: Humpty Doo, Hat Head, Seventeen Seventy, Poowong, and Monkey Mia. There are hundreds of other funny ones, but those are my current favorites.

Okay, Wiley Wiggins has a blog?? You remember him; he was the new freshman in Dazed and Confused. My sister had a huge crush on him. And hey! He linked to Matt! First Weezer, then Wiley Wiggins. Matt is the favorite link of W-named celebrities. (Hee. Check out Wiley’s Sims.)

Well, our Russ got hitched today. The Snook was talking to me about something completely unrelated when they flashed some “official” shots from the wedding on the news. I hadn’t even had a chance to comment when he burst out, “Oh my God! Look at his hair!” It cracked me up. (The Snook, not Russell Crowe. Although that hair really was atrocious.) He likes to pretend that he’s so above such superficial tabloid celebrity crap, but really he’s a closeted pop culture beeyotch like the rest of us. 🙂

Another culinary success from the Atkins recipe book: Broiled Orange-Chili Chicken Breasts. It sounded good, and we had a couple oranges in the fridge to use up. (The Snook bought them for brewing last week. I didn’t even want to ask.) I only marinated them for 2 hours (rather than the 6-8 they recommend), but they still turned out delish. I even cooked up the marinade and turned it into a sauce! I am the next Nigella (except without the oral fixation).

Apologies for the light posting. I had a relatively relaxing weekend, except for my allergies which occasionally drove me crazy. We’re now fairly certain that I have a food allergy to “sulphur dioxide”, which is a fairly common food preservative (and unfortunately gets used a lot with red wine). I’m going to make an effort to avoid it and see if that helps at all.

In crafty news, I attended an “intermediate” knitting class Saturday. I was surprised by how much I knew. In fact, I didn’t actually learn anything new. Cables, fixing mistakes, changing colors… I’d already figured it all out from my books. What’s more, some of the other girls – who’d been knitting for years – didn’t know ridiculously simple things, like how to pull yarn from the center of a ball or make a tassel. So basically I got a lot of confidence out of the class, and I took the opportunity to get the teacher to help me plan my first sweater. I’ve got all the wool (some lovely Jo Sharp stuff in plum) and I spent most of today working on it. I’ve got about half of the back done! I can’t wait to try it on.

Damn! There’s a Dr. Who Convention in town this weekend and I didn’t know about it. I should get over there and see if I can take some orders for scarves. Although now that I think about it, the kind of fan that would fly to Australia for a convention probably already has a scarf… right?

Trivia Update: We sucked. I couldn’t remember Jimmy Carter’s wife’s first name. I couldn’t come up with the singer of “This is How We Do It”. I couldn’t even friggin’ remember that Ricky Martin is from Puerto Rico! (My friend Marteen would kill me.) Our only highlight was naming all three of the top-selling female Canadian recording artists of the 1990’s.