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I am in Boston, at kungfupolarbear‘s!

All went well on the way over here, except for the hour and a half delay before we actually took off after we’d boarded the plane in Sydney. And despite all the horrendous things I’ve heard about Los Angeles airport, there were no problems of any sort! Straight through immigration and customs, a couple of minute walk around to the terminal where we were going to be boarding, and that was that! On the trip home I’m going via San Fransisco, so I’m half expecting things to be horrible there, to make up for the lack of horribleness at LAX. 😛

Also, the post-plane flight shower is the greatest thing in the world.

I just got back from seeing The Dark Knight…

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

That is the best movie I have seen in a long time.

Woo, we have passportiness!

I’ve got tomorrow and Wednesday off — going to see Children Of Bodom tomorrow night — so I’m going to go visit a travel agent about plane tickets and stuff then. 🙂

YAY!

I got a call from mum this afternoon, she actually found my original birth certificate! So I don’t have to fuck around with getting a new one after all! Everything else that was a problem with the passport application is already sorted, the only hold-up was going to be that.

w00t!

Grrrr.

I went down to the post office this morning to put in my passport application, all excited that I’d be able to order plane tickets in a couple of weeks and visit my lovely kungfupolarbear.

But NO:
– The printer here at work where I printed out the application form chopped off the bottom like three millimetres of each page, and even though there’s nothing actually written in those boxes the passport office will reject the application.
– The signature of my guarantor was in dark blue ink not black, and they’ll reject that too.
– The only birth certificate I have is a copy of the original from years ago (my parents have no idea where the original went), and, you guess it, that will be rejected too. Which leads me to:
– I have to go into the Registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages before work next week some time to get the birth certificate done. I’d just fax or mail it in, but there’s a wonderful warning on their website saying that non-urgent applications will take up to SIX FUCKING WEEKS to process, and even urgent ones are ten days. I can actually go there in person and get it within the hour.

The lady in the post office was nice though, she said to just come in again once I’ve got everything sorted out rather than having to make an appointment again.

Sigh.

Hah. I’m chatting with kungfupolarbear on Skype at the moment, she found a quiz, the 1930s Marital Scale.

98 As a 1930s husband, I am Very Superior Take the test!

Excellent! Or possibly not, considering how sexist the 1930s were. 😛

Man, I feel like such an old man. Well, maybe not old, but not young. 😛

I was out with a couple of friends at the local RSL, just talking and having a few drinks. It got to about 11:30 and we were all, “Yeah, I’m about ready to head home now.”

I really can’t stay up all night these days, although admittedly that’s more due to being used to having to get up early with Lily and stuff.

::collapses into bed::

My lovely kungfupolarbear‘s birthday present for Lily arrived last week, I got around to taking some photos today!

I’ve uploaded them to the Lily photoset on Flickr. The bottom four are the ones I just took, and the next row up is from various points over the last couple of months.