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Here is a thing I never knew existed: a pasta tap. As in, a tap right above the stove top for ease of filling your saucepan. I can't say I'm tempted by this idea. It looks cluttered. And I think I can manage to carry my saucepan of water the single metre between my sink and my stove top.
Do you remember last year Sydney had a competition to name a ferry and it ended up being called Ferry McFerryface? Well, it turns out Ferry McFerryface wasn't the winner. It wasn't even on the shortlist. It's all a bit confusing, because there seem to be multiple lists and different numbers of votes, but as far as I can tell, the winner was, sigh, Boaty McBoatface, but since that was what the English one was meant to be, they picked Ferry McFerryface as being in a similar vein. Only now all this has come out, they've renamed it after children's author and illustrator, May Gibbs.
But! Late breaking news! When I was looking for the links to the story I read this morning, I came across an update saying that May Gibbs may have been ineligible as a name under the competition rules, because the name was meant to be science or environment-related (which doesn't explain how Ferry McFerryface got through). So there may be more to come. (There is also an actual, living person, Ian Kiernan, who was apparently told last year that the ferry would be named after him, and he has done nothing but complain ever since it wasn't. I mean, I get that he was excited to have it named after him, but he could do with being a bit more chill about it.)
In other news, my new driver's licence arrived today, resplendent with my face sans glasses. It was gratifying to discover that I am no more hideous without them than I am with them. No less hideous either, but no more, so that was nice. Only I look... do I look... do I seem a bit... "You look ginger," said my mother. "How did they turn your hair red?" What magic has the VicRoads camera wrought? At least it's my hair this time, not tomato bright cheeks like it normally is.
Do you remember last year Sydney had a competition to name a ferry and it ended up being called Ferry McFerryface? Well, it turns out Ferry McFerryface wasn't the winner. It wasn't even on the shortlist. It's all a bit confusing, because there seem to be multiple lists and different numbers of votes, but as far as I can tell, the winner was, sigh, Boaty McBoatface, but since that was what the English one was meant to be, they picked Ferry McFerryface as being in a similar vein. Only now all this has come out, they've renamed it after children's author and illustrator, May Gibbs.
But! Late breaking news! When I was looking for the links to the story I read this morning, I came across an update saying that May Gibbs may have been ineligible as a name under the competition rules, because the name was meant to be science or environment-related (which doesn't explain how Ferry McFerryface got through). So there may be more to come. (There is also an actual, living person, Ian Kiernan, who was apparently told last year that the ferry would be named after him, and he has done nothing but complain ever since it wasn't. I mean, I get that he was excited to have it named after him, but he could do with being a bit more chill about it.)
In other news, my new driver's licence arrived today, resplendent with my face sans glasses. It was gratifying to discover that I am no more hideous without them than I am with them. No less hideous either, but no more, so that was nice. Only I look... do I look... do I seem a bit... "You look ginger," said my mother. "How did they turn your hair red?" What magic has the VicRoads camera wrought? At least it's my hair this time, not tomato bright cheeks like it normally is.