Idol was shocking – SHOCKING! – this week. No, really. I’m reeling. Sunday’s performances were so good across the board (except for Ricky), that I had a really hard time trying to guess who was going to be in the bottom three (except for Ricky). I decided that I was going to be sad no matter who left (except for Ricky). Too bad it wasn’t Ricky.

I’m glad they’re letting Bobby come back tomorrow night. He deserves it. He was never meant to be the Idol, but he definitely brought a welcome dose of weirdness and musicianship to the competition. Okay, so who *is* going to win this sucker? At this point, it’s looking like a three-way race between Damien, Jessica, and Dean. Holden wants Dean so badly he can taste it, and I’m not, uh, unfamiliar with that emotion. Boy is hot, yo. And he’s getting better with each performance. As TallulahBelle said, he’s “left the cheesy aspects of his performances behind and I, for one, am exceedingly grateful.” I’ll drink to that. Of the other two… I have to pick Jess. I just love her! Her singing is just so effortless and joyous. I’d give anything to have a voice like that. So my prediction is that the next bootees are Ricky, Chris, and Lisa, with Damien getting third and Dean and Jessica going on to the Final. I guess I should probably vote or something, huh?

Ooh, check out these photos from the set of the upcoming His Dark Materials movies. The gyptian barge looks good! I like the atmosphere they’ve got going too.

While everybody else was bitchin’ and moanin’ about the heat yesterday, the Snook and I decided to get out of the house and enjoy it. We headed down to Darling Harbour to visit the Maritime Museum, which we chose on the basis of two criteria: 1) we’d never been there, and 2) it’s currently free. We walked over from Chippendale and soon discovered a Japanese Festival happening in Tumbalong Park. I took some photos…Along with the usual array of food stalls and travel booths, the Festival featured lots of visiting Japanese performers drumming and dancing onstage. We joined the crowd, and I snapped this picture of some Samarai dudes coming out of the VIP tent.

This act featured about fifty of these dancing girls along with a lot of drummers. The traditional dance was related to the rice paddies and featured a lot of movements of the workers.

Down at the harbour foreshore, some of the “less-polished” groups were performing. We stood to watch this troop of, uh, older Japanese ladies. They were dressed like very sparkly Golden Girls and I swear for the first sixteen bars of their song they were all doing the Robot.

The Maritime Museum had a “Pirates” thing going on for the kids over Spring Break, so here’s the Snook doing his pirate imitation. (I wanted to pay the extra $7 for the Pirates, but upon further inspection it was basically a pirates-themed kids’ playground. So we gave it a miss.)

The museum itself – to be honest – isn’t super engaging. They’ve got the world’s fastest speedboat, along with a few interesting things they’ve brought up from shipwrecks. The one section where I learned the most was on immigration. I had no idea that they basically coerced British parents into signing away their kids so they could be brought out here to “inject some good British stock” into the gene pool. This was back during the White Australia policy, when the white folks were worried they needed to “populate or perish.” Another phrase from this time was Ten Pound Pom. This referred to the scheme – advertised in this poster – that assisted Brits in moving here for only ten quid.

They’ve got a lighthouse! It was from up the coast and they moved the whole thing down here. We decided to climb up it.

Here we are at the top of the lighthouse. What a gorgeous view! Sydney on a sunny day cannot be beat.

The jewel in the crown of the Maritime Museum is this replica of Captain Cook’s ship Endeavour. It costs about $15 to get in, but I think it was worth it. The volunteers onboard were all really knowledgeable about life at sea, and at least one of them actually sailed it on its last trip around the world. We clambered up and down and asked lots of questions and tried not to fall over when the waves made it sway side-to-side. I especially liked a nondescript round metal plug in the Captain’s office at the stern of the ship, which had apparently been taken up into space on the shuttle Endeavour. It’s such a neat way to tie this new era of human exploration to its older ancestor. (As you may imagine, Cloud Atlas was on my mind a LOT when we were on the ship.)

This little kid was on the ship with his parents, and he was dressed in a full-on pirate’s costume. I asked him if I could take his picture steering the ship, and he assented. “What’s your pirate name?” I asked. “CAPTAIN BLOOD!” he responded. Good pirate name.

And that’s it! We headed home – well, with a slight detour to Simon Johnson for some delectable cheese – and felt we’d earned the right to laze away the rest of the day…

Apple made me gasp twice this morning. First when I saw Steve Jobs’s ‘tache, and second when I saw the new iPod nano RED. (They don’t list the red nano on Australia’s site though. DAMN YOU, APPLE AUSTRALIA! I hope I can get one.)

Do cats expose their stomachs to cool off from the heat? Because it’s 90 friggin’ degrees out and Dr. Amy Jones has been lying like this for twenty minutes. In fact, she’s actually gone to sleep like that. It’d be really cute, except for me worrying that she’s really hot and uncomfortable.

PS – Nice job on the weather there, Yahoo. You might want to revise the day’s predicted high.

Ebert writes from rehab. What a touching little essay. I had no idea that his condition had been so bad! Sounds like he was basically in a coma for two months. I’m looking forward to his first review (due tomorrow).

In the Northern Hemisphere, it’s now getting on Autumn. And Autumn in the Midwestern US means the county fair. And the county fair means a bewildering array of deep-fried foods, many of them on sticks. This one isn’t on a stick, but man, I’d give it a try: Deep Fried Coca-Cola. Only in America…

How’s your Soctober going? Check out this short-row heel tutorial. Very useful! I’ve done short-row heels before but I didn’t do her trick of double-wrapping as you go back and forth picking up the wraps. I also especially like the tip of wrapping the first non-heel stitch to keep a hole from forming. (I always get that hole.) I’m going to be doing socks all summer, I think. (Link courtesy of Lara.)