Holy crap! When the Snook and I left to go to work this morning, we were surprised to see fire trucks blocking Mountain Street at Broadway. We couldn’t figure out why they were there… until we suddenly realized that St. Barney’s Church was GONE. It had a massive fire last night. As the Snook quipped, “It looks like the publican finally won.”
Month: May 2006 (page 6 of 8)
Great article and interview with my favorite Chicago improv-artist (and Buckeye) Tara D. And she worked in a Boone’s Farm reference! If you are in Chicago, you must go see one of her shows.
Yay, Helga’s getting married! I’m very happy for her. I remember meeting her that first week of freshman year and not being quite sure what to make of this stern sounding German girl from Ohio. It only took a week or two to realize that she was actually wickedly funny and had no problem playing the straight man in our schemes. I remember one night we had her read us this list someone had e-mailed me of “Ways to Torment Your Roommate” (back in the days when people actually read e-mail forwards) and it took hours and by the end Liz and I were just crying with laughter. One of my best college memories… Congrats, Helga! (Link courtesy of Nora.)
Neat! Check out this London Poverty Map from 1898-1899. It turns out that the area I lived in as a student was seriously posh. Hammersmith, the area I lived in with the Snook, looks more like well-to-do farmland. I’d look up the area where the Snook first lived in London – because if it was that ghetto in 1999, it had to have been the ghetto a hundred years earlier – but that site is slow and I’m going to bed.
It’s a man, baby! Dude, Megan Gale is normally super-beautiful, but she totally looks like a tranvestite in this Logie photo. Her hands are gi-normous! And she has an Adam’s apple! No wonder she’s flipping off the photographer.
Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport
I was interviewing another American chick at the shop the other day and I asked her if she was a “dualie” (meaning dual citizen) yet. “No, not yet,” she said. “I’ve still got another year of residence to go. What about you?” And I suddenly realized that, yeah, I’m probably eligible for Australian citizenship. So I came home and double-checked my passport. Yep, I’m a permanent resident who’s been here for more than four years. I surfed on over to the Australian Citizenship website to check out the details. “Whaddaya know… I can apply online!” So I did. Fifteen minutes and one-hundred-and-twenty bucks later, Kris is going to be an Australian! Okay, so I still have to go to an interview and show them that I can speak English and I know the principles of mateship and the Australian way of life (it’s all about lamb, right?), but it’s pretty much a done deal. In a month or two, I’ll get to attend a ceremony (ooh, please let Clover be there!) and say the magic words and get a tree or something and yadda yadda yadda, I’ll be ‘Strine. (Don’t worry; I’ve already been to one so I know what to do.) You are, of course, all invited to participate in this momentous occasion. (For some reason, I think it would be really funny if the Sydney Photobloggers showed up.) And then, you guessed it, we will be throwing the mother of all winter barbies, the Web-Goddess Becomes a Right Aussie Sheila Party. Details will follow once we know the date.
Whenever I feel mildly ill and my neck is stiff, the Snook and I joke that I might have meningitis. I will never make that joke again. YEOWW! Poor Gadgetgirl!
AskMetaFilter comes through with ideas for labelling your food in communal food storage situations. Some of those are pretty funny. My favorite is the guy who put “MILK EXPERIMENT” on his milk cartons.
The weekends go so fast. Saturday the Snook and I went on a major hike from our place through the city, across the Bridge, and all the way to North Sydney. Along the way we stopped at Kings Comics to pick up our free comic books and then at Giordano so I could buy a pink cotton cardigan I’ve had my eye on. Our eventual goal was Dave’s Home Brew so the Snook could pick up supplies. It took us about two hours all together and by the end of it, my hamstring was hurting pretty badly. I relaxed at home in a hot bath with Epsom salts. I also successfully shortened the Looking Glass Jumper by about six inches. (The yarn seems to have dropped considerably, and it was just way too long. Sunday I worked on the Snook’s cotton jumper while he brewed up a British bitter. We also went for a nice jog around Pyrmont. (My leg was feeling much better.) I made some roasted vegetable soup and we watched several episodes of Buffy. Is it time to go back to work already?!