What it feels like for a girl…
I just spent, like, twenty minutes reading this excellent MetaFilter thread about women and their fears (both rational and irrational) about being in the public space. I don’t think a lot of guys understand what it’s like to be objectified to the point where it’s easier to assume every stranger is an attacker and behave accordingly. I mean, look, I’m no Paris Hilton or anything, yet I’ve been groped and catcalled and frottaged enough to be seriously wary of any guy I don’t know. It sucks but it’s the truth.

We were watching telly tonight and a preview came on for an upcoming interview with Dawn Fraser. “Why do I know that name?” I asked. “She was a famous Australian Olympic swimmer,” Snookums replied. “She set a bunch of records in the sixties but then got banned for some incident about a flag.” Huh? A flag incident? He did some Googling to dig up the details for me. Turns out it really happened! She and some mates basically got drunk after the closing ceremony at the Tokyo ’64 Games and tried to steal a flag from the Imperial Hotel. Just another example of the Australian penchant for celebrating larrikins. On a related note, I can’t wait for the Games to start so Roy and HG will return to our screens. I really should tape it so you Yanks can see what you’re missing.

Attention, Sydney knitters! Tapestry Craft just got some absolutely luscious 100% Italian cashmere in yesterday. It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I got the fun job of calling all the folks on the waiting list and telling them that it had arrived. Most were like, “Ooh, sweet! That sounds nice!” but my favorite reaction was by a fellow American. She sounded excited but asked how much it was a ball. “Thirty-three dollars,” I said hesitantly. Her response: “F**k. Me. Gently.” Exactly.

And Ralph Fiennes as You-Know-Who… I gotta say, that’s some inspired casting. He’ll be perfect. (Once you give him some slitty red eyes, of course.)

I’m taking this with a huge grain of salt, but… an eighth Harry Potter novel?? Wow.

A few moments of lucidity…
My computer is dying. I thought she’d slipped off in her sleep last night but here she is this morning, still wheezing away. I want her to go quietly. She’s had a good run and it’s time to visit the big AppleCentre in the sky. Now I just need to figure out if I’m going to shell out for another Mac or let the Snook set me up with a Linux box for half the price. Decisions, decisions…

The end of a long weekend…
Ahhhhhh. Now that was a nice break. In gratitude for all the long hours he’s been pulling, the Snook’s boss arranged for us to have a swanky night out (on the company). So we filled the automatic cat feeder and headed off Sunday afternoon for the Observatory Hotel down in the Rocks. Check-in was at 3:00 and we wanted to take advantage of every minute. Our room was huge and we had a lot of fun checking out all the features (including a dual-spout shower!). Then we headed out for a beer at the Lord Nelson and a perusal of the Sunday paper. Later we went back to the hotel for a wash – check out us in our fluffy robes! – before setting off for Wildfire. We tried it last year but weren’t really impressed with the service. The experience this year wasn’t a lot better. We tried the “churrasco”, which is basically an “all-you-can-eat” kind of thing where they bring lots of grilled chunks of meat to your table on skewers. Snookums thought that the squid was way too raw, while I couldn’t detect any hint of fancy Brazilian spice at all. But whatever. We weren’t paying for it, so we didn’t care too much. The wine was excellent, at least. We headed back to the hotel for a much deserved sleep. Unfortunately we didn’t really get it. The bed, which seemed nice at first, was way too soft and I was tossing and turning all night. The Snook found the air incredibly dry and kept waking up and gasping for the water glass. I wouldn’t say we were incredibly well-rested when the breakfast tray came this morning. The food was good though, and we took turns having long soaks in the extra-long bathtub. By the time we checked out at 11:00, we felt refreshed and happy. Dr. Amy Jones survived her first night alone and seemed really happy to see us. That is, until I let my newfound energy go to my head and – in a fit of spring cleaning fervor – dragged out the vacuum cleaner… But she’ll recover. I’ve got a couple more pictures from the hotel if you’re interested.    

   

Another Ebert fact to add to the shrine/encyclopedia: He’s a Steak & Shake man. Niiiice.

Wow. Some jerk Freeper actually stole one of my Roald Dahl images. I’ve added the site to my .htaccess file now. Can you tell which one it was? 🙂