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Ooh, Charisse alerted me to the fact that Rowan Book 42 is now out. I think it’s lovely. There’s a tweedy vest I really like (pic 16), and some seriously cute knee-highs (pic 21). I love the simplicity of the knitted homewares, including the flowerpot covers. (Are those knitted curtains??) I’m loving the muted colours, the chunky cables, and the rugged woolly-ness of it all. And the men’s designs are great! Too bad the Snook refuses to wear A) cardigans and B) any form of turtleneck, mock or otherwise. Those seem to be the big two trends I’m noticing in men’s designs at the moment…

Mugglenet has a great web Q&A with JK Rowling, and she answers a LOT of interesting questions! (For one, she explains what the thing in Kings Cross really is.) My favorite question is the last: “Which muggle song would have been played at Dumbledore’s funeral?” Her answer is perfect.

For the Snook: Beer in space!

So the whole marriage thing was feeling rather rocky, what with the “ash-felt” issue and all, but then the Snook made it all better:

Snook: I think you need this. It’s Dawson’s “crying face” in animated GIF form!
Me: And that’s why I love you.

Any of you Yanks near a GAP factory outlet? I’m looking for pants.

Harry Potter Spoiler Car. Ooh, that is just evil! (Link courtesy of Bex, who always finds great Potter links but refuses to post them to her own blog because she thinks it’s nerdy.)

Shocking Revelation: You know asphalt, that stuff they make roads out of? Well, we were watching Worst Jobs in History the other night and Tony Robinson kept pronouncing it “ash-felt.” I was like, “WHAT is WITH that whack pronunciation? It’s making me CRAZY!” And Rodd said, “That’s how you say it.” Say what? So I had to confirm with the Aussies here at work. People, THEY ALL SAY ASH-FELT. They’re also incredibly amused by the fact that I say “ass-fault.” Me, I’m still reeling from the fact that I am married to a person who says “ash-felt.” How could I not have known that?

Rar rar rarr… I live in a subdivision.

Edited to add: The Snook doesn’t really get it. Maybe it’s my raging headache, but I just found it kind of funny. It’s from this webcomic. And, incidentally, I SO need this one printed on a T-shirt.

We went to Pello in East Sydney for the Snook’s birthday dinner last night. I’d booked us in early for 7pm so we’d have plenty of time to do the degustation. In fact, we were the first ones there! (The place started to fill up soon though.) After enjoying some fine G&T’s, we moved on to the food. There were seven courses in all (plus the amuse bouche and the “pre-dessert”), each with its own matching wine. The highlight of the night for me was the herb crusted snapper; that may well be the best piece of fish I’ve ever eaten. I also really liked the pork belly and the terrine. I appreciated the way that both the dishes and the wine increased in complexity with each new course. The wait staff were excellent, and they were great about answering all our questions. (Me: “What’s ‘sauce matelote’?” Him: “I’m glad you asked; that’s the best part! It’s made from smoked eel…”) I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t do anything special for the Snook’s birthday, since they did make a note of it when I made the reservation. But it was still a lovely evening out, and the meal was a good mix of “trying kinda weird new things” and “enjoying good versions of stuff I already like.” The only downside was all that wine. The server told us that they were only 90ml glasses, but I’m pretty sure they were more generous than that with the pours. Times that by seven courses, and we practically had a whole bottle each. Ooof, my achin’ head…

I just have to add that I’m really proud of myself and how far I’ve come with my food phobias. I ate everything on that menu – salmon roe, mushrooms, raw kingfish, everything – without holding my nose or being childish. Instead I made a concerted effort to really taste stuff, and to figure out – if I didn’t care for something – WHY I didn’t like it. I’m sure that’s nothing for some of you, but for this former picky-eater, it’s a really big change.

Jezebel keeps linking to pictures of Pacey. I just thought I’d let you know.