Last night’s Idol: I’m not votin’ but my picks keep on getting through! I was thrilled to see Jessica and Reigan make the Top 12. As for the boys, I really enjoyed Ricky‘s performance, and if we have to have a smooth RnB type, I say we go with him. I couldn’t even watch Chris, such was the awkwardness of the white boy dancing. How great was Bobby? His voice is amazing and that song has me mesmerized. He just looked so full of joy to be performing. (I had to laugh when Kyle referred to him as “Sideshow Bobby” though. I don’t get how Holden can call Damien “bog ugly” and yet not call out the Wonderful Freakiness that is Bobby Flynn.) James failed to capitalize on my good will (attained by passing him in the street) and rather bored me with his intense constipation face. Joseph may have cute dimples but I was totally bored by his performance and fast-forwarded through most of it. And “Mutto”? I liked the song, but he didn’t really build it anywhere. I also felt his posturing and hamming for the camera – crouching melodramatically, singing in Kyle’s face – were a little distracting. Oh, and he has cross eyes. So I’m mentally voting for Ricky and Bobby.
Month: August 2006 (page 1 of 8)
When last we met, I was preparing for the City 2 Surf and lamenting the weight I’d put back on. A lot has changed since then: I’ve been seeing an acupuncturist; I’ve given up Diet Coke completely (cold turkey!); and I’m back to running regularly. The Snook and I are even training for another race in a few weeks. My stomach problems have mostly cleared up, but while my acupuncturist is happy to take the credit my doctor is still puzzled as to the cause. Hence, I’m having the damn gastroscopy next Tuesday. (Not looking forward to it.) In terms of concrete numbers, I’m happy to report that I’m back down in the land of the sevens. HURRAH! I’m still 1.5kg above my goal weight, but I know I can get there. Overall it wasn’t the greatest winter, but Spring is just around the corner (three more sleeps!) and I’m sooooo looking forward to it.
Okay, verdict on Idol so far? I’m very happy that Damien (my Irish hobbit boyfriend) and Dean (my non-threatening emo boyfriend) got through. I really want Chris to make it through on the Wildcard show though. (I think he will.) The other guys were mostly snoozers, though I was disappointed that Brendon (who seemed so cool in the auditions) turned into such a Guy Sebastian wannabe. Go back to the cool, Brendon!
Anyway, the girls. Why do I find the guys so much more interesting? I adore tiny little Jessica, but even I was saying to the Snook: “This was my sister’s favorite song in second grade.” Not exactly what the kids today are listening to! That Atlanta chick kind of weirded me out, and I kept trying to peg which Scandinavian country she’s from. (Answer: She’s not, but she *is* in Bjorn Again. Who knew?) I really want to like Klancie but, well, her chin bothers me. I can’t explain it. And I wish she’d quit crying! Lastly, I have a complete girl-crush on Reigan, mostly because I’ve always dreamed of having masses of naturally curly hair.
It was a very full afternoon.
The original plan was to head into the city to David Jones to get fitted for some new bras. (More on that in a minute.) Snookums decided to accompany me so we headed off down George Street. Just as we were coming up to Central, my jaw dropped. “Dude!” I said under my breath. “What?” said the Snook. “That guy we just passed is from Idol!” I had to ring Amy to confirm. It was indeed James Steele, Tassie drummer, dad, and member of the final twenty-four. Excellent! My first sighting of the year. Anyhoo, next stop was Capitol Square so the Snook could price some laptops. I wanted to go to “Capsule Paradise,” having been recently told by a customer that they had awesome Hello Kitty gear. And they did! It’s at the back past all the purikura booths (which I still find rather bewildering). It’s basically a wall of those prize machines you see outside Kmart in the States, but with awesomely inexplicable Japanese toys. I got a Hello Kitty “Zodiac” charm for my phone (she’s wearing a cow suit, which I think indicates “Taurus”) while the Snook got a crazy robot with guns coming out of its head. Very fun.
Eventually we made it to DJ’s and I managed to get someone in the lingerie department to fit me. As soon as she saw my current bra, she was like, “Yeah, you need to go down a size. You’re a 14 now, not a 16.” Woohoo! So after dealing with the embarrassment of having a total stranger see me topless, I got to try on about ten different bras and ended up buying four. The next time you see me, I will be much more statuesque. To cap off the outing, we decided to try Ichi Ban Boshi for the first time. The Snook was hoping to get some of the famed tonkotsu ramen but alas, it was long gone. I had the popular Tokyo ramen, while the Snook went for the spicy tantanmen. We also shared some gyoza, and I have to say they were some of the best I’ve ever had. Very crispy on one side with juicy, perfectly cooked pork inside with just the right amount of ginger. Thirty minutes later, we sloshed out of there with our bellies full of soup. It was a tiring excursion…
Ring Around the Collar
And just like that, we have a collar! As previously mentioned, I had to do some serious modifications of the pattern as this point. The depth of my neck shaping meant I ended up with a lot more stitches than the pattern called for, so I had to add in a bunch of extra cables and twists. I also wanted to cast it off with the red, so I ended up knitting it about a centimeter longer than I might have otherwise. But I like it! I think the zipper’s going to go all the way to the top of the collar so I can zip it up into a funnel-neck. It’s gonna be a warm jacket!