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Big Secret
I really am crap at keeping secrets. This makes, what, six days? And that’s a total personal record. Anyway: we’re buying a house.

Seriously.

Well, it’s not 100% sure yet, but we’ve cleared the first few hurdles. We just had the building and pest inspection tonight and all is well. The Snook’s parents are coming down this weekend to have a look. We’ve got a solicitor who has started the strata report and various conveyancing things. If all goes well, we’ll be settled and moved in by Halloween.

Oh, where is it? Not telling. It’s not on the market yet, and we don’t want you to gazump us. But trust me, the story of the finding of this place is pretty unbelievable. More to come in the future…

In case you haven’t seen the previews yet, my friend Raelee’s new film The Final Winter opens tomorrow! I’ll go see it, even though I know less than zero about rugby league.

Wonder Woman Jumper. That is truly one of the coolest pieces of knitting I’ve ever seen. (Link courtesy of Bex.)

I just had a call from Nicky’s PR people, who said that she’d also like to do a demonstration at the book signing next Friday. So we’re going to have a demonstration from 3:30-4:30, and then she’ll sign books for whoever wants. And obviously we’ll probably end up keeping the store open past 5:00 for the stragglers…

* Awaiting anguished wail from Mary-Helen in 3… 2… 1…

Does popular culture have any effect on wine sales? To the extent that the Snook and I always giggle that we’re “not drinking any f**king Merlot,” I’d say it does.

Oh, wow! I just discovered today that the Nike+ site now offers embeddable widgets. I’ve replaced my old training log in the right-hand column with a sexy new Flash one that shows my last five workouts. (The slow ones are walking to/from work.)

Deep-fried latte. *shudder* Somewhere in Darlinghurst, the Snook is gagging quietly to himself… (Link courtesy of Just Jussi.)

I don’t know what’s more annoying: that George Bush is arriving in Sydney tomorrow and can’t even spell the name of the city, or that John Howard laughed it off because “Americans are bad spellers.” I WON THE COUNTY SPELLING BEE, YOU CRAZY-EYEBROWED FOOL!

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud…
I know I shouldn’t be, but sometimes I’m surprised to discover that, yes, I really am a capable adult. This morning I had errands to run in both Clovelly and Rosebery, and I was dreading the thought of sitting on multiple buses. “Hey!” I thought. “I can take the car!” So I did. I used Google Maps to plan out my route and hit the road. The first stop was a relatively straight shot down Botany Road, which was cool, except for the parking, which was not. But I managed. Getting from Rosebery to Clovelly wasn’t too complicated, and I even negotiated some roundabouts. Coming back home was the fun bit. And I mean fun in both the literal “Wow! Driving a little car on windy roads with a view of the ocean is FUN!” sense, and also in the ironic “Man, Google Maps was smokin’ some crack with these directions to get on South Dowling” sense. Now I’m home in one piece, and basking in the pride of having managed my first solo driving trip in Sydney. And I didn’t even run into any APEC fences!