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Did you get caught up in Friday’s Twitter flutter about Jeff Goldblum faux-dying? Right in the middle of us dealing with the loss of Michael and Farrah within hours of each other?

I saw a handful of tweets about Jeff’s demise – I even RT’d one – but the real icing on the cake was Richard Wilkins paying homage to Mr Goldblum’s outstanding career on Friday morning’s Today show. Complete with video montage. You can watch how it all unfolded on YouTube – Part 1 and Part 2.

The website claiming to have the scoop on Mr Goldblum is one of those sites that generates content based on the URL. The http://jeff.goldblum.media…. was what initially gave it away to me. Looking more closely I realised the site didn’t even have a date or timestamp.

But the real give away was the quote at the bottom of the page:

So in the end Dickie Wilkins had that other bloke from the Today show make the apology. Can you say “cringe-worthy”?

It’s one thing for mongs like me to initially believe the fake web site, but there’s a very big lesson in this for real* journalists: DON’T TRUST TEH UNKNOWN INTERWEBS FOR NEWS SCOOPS.

*Yes, I realise some wouldn’t classify Mr Wilkins as a “real” journalist, but he’s more of a journalist than I am.

Also: testing my new webcam!

I’m an unashamed Obama girl. I see or hear Obama on the news and I swoon.

One of my favourite places to check out Obama is the official Whitehouse Flickr Photostream:

And this week this video was released which features John Hodgman more than Obama, but the Obama bits are full of awesome:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW7OPByRGDY

And all I can say is…

*swoon*

I was driving down our street tonight looking for a parking spot – something that sucks as a general rule because we’ve chosen to live in a congested area of Sydney’s inner west. Tonight there are workmen blocking off empty parking spaces with witches hats. There were parking spots as far as the eye could see, but they were all blocked off by damned witches hats

Turns out they’re doing line marking. Because the kerb isn’t enough of an indicator on where to park, apparently.

I try to park in a spot anyway and get waved away by one of the overall-clad blokes and decide to suss out WTF is going on

Me: So where do I park if I actually live here?

Him: Yih, moite thir is sum spots up an’ ’round in (names street 3 blocks away)

Me: *blank stare*

Him: Yih, I fink they done a letterbox drop an’ that

Me: Well, they never made it to my letterbox

Him: Awww shoite!

Me: So this is Marrickville Council’s doing, yeah?

Him: Yih!!

Me: Well, at least I’ll know who to send the memo to if I get mugged!

We both chortled* and he continued blocking available parking spots with witches hats while I drove off to the next suburb to find somewhere to park my car.

Mental note: wear walking shoes in the morning.

* I can’t believe I actually said typed the word “chortle”. I am getting old.

Do you know how hard it is to get a photo of a cat with its tongue out?

I was trying to get a photo of Bear adoring my Slanket as much as I do, but got his tongue instead.

Did you ever play the Fantales game?

Where you try to guess the celebrity whose name is missing from the wrapper?

We used to always play the game when I was little, when we would have our family nights on Thursday night because it was mum and dad’s only night off from the Drive In.

I love eating Fantales. Except when they get stuck in  my teeth.

I think this celebrity is Gwynneth Paltrow.

All I’m really only capable of this week is dot points:

• Turning 31 is turning out to be not so bad, it was just the first week that really sucked
• I’m hanging out for the iPhone 3G S to be released at the end of this month – but can I afford it?
• My hands are really really cold
• My fly was undone this afternoon and I caught the bus and now I know why so many people were staring at me (yes, I was wearing knickers. And thermals)
• I miss my car. Talyn’s at the smash repairer, hence the public transport. Have you heard that it’s been raining in Sydney this week? I have renewed respect for public transport users, I have it so good with driving to work.
• I have gone back to 1997 and am now wearing sneakers to work and changing into my work shoes at my desk. I’m office/sporty spice all over again:

And I wore my ugg boots:

But not until the reception was over, of course.

I’ll fill you in on the goss when I’ve recovered from my crappy week, the wedding, the food poisoning and etc.

I’m not going to lie to you. Being 31 sucks.

I had a lovely birthday on Monday; pressies, hugs, kisses, cake, chocolate, gnocchi gorgonzola and the Star Trek movie.

But then.

Mum didn’t ring me for my birthday. Or the following day. I ended up ringing her today and no amount of hinting jogged her memory. In my family it’s considered a sin to not ring before 8am on someone’s birthday. But I have decided to move on from how cranky I was. Or try to.

But then.

Lenovo said yesterday that my new notebook wouldn’t ship until June 18th – over 2 months after I ordered it. (I chucked a spazz and my order is now likely to ship by the end of the week.)

BUT THEN.

Tonight someone named Monica ran into me while I was on the roundabout near Emma’s on Liberty. Oh my poor Talyn!

NRMA were lovely and I’m booked for the “claim assessment” at the end of next week. I don’t lose my no-claim bonus and I don’t pay the excess because I wasn’t at fault. OH THE RELIEF.

So now that I’m at the end of day 3 of being 31, I’m hoping that day 4 is going to be easier.

In any case, send cupcakes.