Sonofa– I just discovered that I’m going to have to wait til friggin’ MARCH for Rent to premiere in Australia. That’s three months away! The damn Region 1 DVD will probably be out by then! This sucks. And Ebert only gave it 2.5 stars. I can see his complaints, though a lot of them sound like issues he has with the opera as well.
Month: November 2005 (page 3 of 9)
With twelve hours to go to Thanksgiving,* I have just discovered that I am in the Land of No Pork and Beans. Seriously. Canned pork and beans just doesn’t exist in Australia. How am I supposed to make Aunt Deb’s Crockpot Baked Beans without pork and beans?
* Okay, we’re not eating til Saturday, but I thought the anecdote needed some sense of urgency.
The Snook spent, like, twenty minutes the other day telling me about these amazing colored bubbles but I admit I just didn’t really see the point. Reading the article now though, I’m BLOWN AWAY. Those are so cool!
We are the Weasels, my friends…
Huzzah! After twelve long years in the wilderness, the Purple Weasels of PW have finally brought home the Interhall Football Championship once more. Awesome work, ladies! I still remember how crushing it was that my class didn’t get to play in the stadium, and I’ve still got my purple jersey – #11, “Howie” – in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Maybe I’ll bust that sucker out this weekend and have some turducken in your honor. (Link courtesy of Brigita, who actually played on the previous PW winning team and whose legacy we strived unsuccessfully to live up to…)
During one of our recent (but increasingly rare) forays into the world of live television watching, I noticed ads proclaiming that Veronica Mars is soon to premiere on Australian TV. I don’t know much about it other than the folks at TWoP seem to think it’s pretty great. Any of you folks watching it? Should we set the TiFaux?
At long last, it’s the news you’ve all been waiting for: I’ve added Feathers to the TC website. I know you’re thrilled. Don’t everybody thank me at once.
Truffle Shuffle
I was reminiscing to the Snook about the truffle mash we had the other night at Tabou when he said, “Why don’t we put a truffle stuffing in the turducken?” And then I turned into Homer Simpson and drooled all down my shirt. Thus at lunchtime today we found ourselves at the David Jones Food Hall eyeing these fresh Italian truffles. “Does that really say THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS a kilo?” It did. So we turned and headed to the “gourmet foods” section, where a nice customer service lady pointed us to preserved truffles, truffle oil, and truffle salsa (from Tetsuya’s!). We went with $30 worth of preserved truffle. The things we do for our guests… (And yeah, Amy, whatever’s left over in the jar is soooo going in some butter!)
Trail Note
I actually got out of bed at 6:30 this morning and went running. I KNOW! Threw the whole family’s schedule out-of-whack. The cat was like, “Whuuuut?” I ran the same route as Sunday, hoping to improve on my time a bit. I really need to get a stopwatch; I just rely on my iPod to tell me how long I’ve been gone. I could tell I was definitely going faster though. I remember that “Pump Up the Jam” (thanks, Max!) kicked in around the Fish Markets last time, whereas today I was quite a bit farther along Pyrmont Bridge Road. I could almost see the ghost of myself a couple hundred yards back and I was trying to concentrate on beating her to Glebe. Unfortunately running on one day’s rest is a lot harder than running on three days’ rest for me, and by the time I got up the hill to Glebe Point Road I had a burning stitch in my side. I had to walk a couple blocks to get my breath back. I finished fairly strong though and I think I ended up cutting two or three minutes off my time in the end. I’ll see that as a big win though, considering how much pain I was in and how much heavier the traffic was on a weekday (meaning I couldn’t blow through a lot of the lights). My ankle’s a little sore now though… I think I need some new running shoes. These are over a year old!
‘Round about 8:30 tonight the Snook was telling me about his crap day when we suddenly heard a noise like thunder in the distance. “What the hell? Are we being bombed?” Then I remembered. “It’s the big Aussie Idol finale!” We weren’t gonna sit there and actually watch it, of course, but we did wait til it was over and then time-shift our way through at super speed. This is where I make an embarrassing confession: Of the four previous Idol finalists, the one whose performance I enjoyed the most was Shannon friggin’ Noll. I KNOW! But you know what? He seriously has improved in the last two years. His stage presence was way better and he actually looked like a rock star moving around up there. Much as I liked Guy back in the day, his new look just isn’t doin’ it for me. So rock on, Shannon. As for the result itself, our official stated opinion was that we didn’t care one way or the other, but just as James Matheson was about to name the winner, the Snook blurted out “EMILY!” And in my secret heart, I knew I wanted it to be Kate. And YAY, I WON! Well, really Kate did. It’s funny; in all our discussions of Idol here at w-g nobody ever seemed to give her any odds at all of winning it. Emily had the touchdowns; Emily had the touching ghetto backstory; Emily had the audience support. I even think Emily is probably the better singer. What’s interesting though is that I actually preferred Kate’s version of that first single. It just sounded a little more “country” and I felt like she delivered it better. Plus she’s a battler, and this country loves a battler. And she had rockin’ cleavage tonight. Give it up for the big girl!
My sock monkey tutorial is now a featured article on craftbits. I’m flattered!