Nabbed from , with no amendments wotsoever.

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1. Something random about you.
2. The song or movie that reminds me of you.
3. Something that only makes sense to you and me.
4. My first/clearest memory of you.
5. The animal you remind me of.
6. Something that I’ve always wondered about you.

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I have wood

Five hours aikido, two hours aerials, an hour on the bike, makes for happy me. And near-comatose me as well.

We have all the wood in the world. Rolled up to the section, where about a quarter of the big macrocarpa from the Very Serious Tree Climbing has been cut into beams. Beams forty centimetres by twenty centimetres, seven metres long. That’s big lumps of wood, many of them. And there’s still more, so much more to come.

And then there’s just big random slabs, big chunks, big rounds, wood, wood and more wood. So if anyone wants some picnic tables, desks, shelves of doom, gimp storage, anything, then come see us.

Oh, we have so much wood.

Flinging of the poop

I know that elections involve much poo. However, I wasn’t prepared for my worringly vivid dream last night. I was somehow responsible for a voting station/refugee centre, which had a porta-loo, only the one. It swelled up and began to wobble like a weebl. And then, eww… it got worse, fountains worse. Just… ew, no, I’ll leave it to your imagination.

It was vivid enough that, when back in the real world and getting up for a piss, I found myself in the bathroom, about to wash my mouth out with disinfectant, coz I’d been carrying, in my teeth, a car tyre that had been floating in the mire.

While I’m on the topic, energy for the election:

” Practically all I know about the Greens is that they are anti-GE and seriously bad dancers. I entirely expected that their energy policy would consist of building wigwams, or perhaps making us wear braces instead of belts. Imagine my astonishment when I discovered that their energy policy actually makes sense. In fact, it’s so sensible from an energy engineering perspective that I have hardly anything to say about it.”
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sometimes you really piss me off

The most offensive religous jokes, from the blessed Ship of Fools:

A little girl is standing on top of a cliff, looking down at the sea and crying her eyes out. A priest approaches and says, “My child, why are you so upset?”

The little girl turns to him and says, “My mummy and daddy were in their car — and it just rolled over the cliff and smashed on the rocks down there.”

The priest slowly looks around him while unbuttoning his cassock and says, “It’s just not your day, is it?”

Sunny monday morning procrastination

from , look at your LJ “interests” list. If you have fewer than 50 interests, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five interests, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five interests, pick every tenth one. If you have fewer than ten, pick all of ’em. List them here, and tell everyone exactly what it is about these things that interests you so much.

Cut coz one doesn’t want to be rude, does one?

We went to parties

Firstly, there were men. We went “arrr!” Women were not impressed.

Then, there was a hat with agapanthus and balloons. Women were most impressed. And dancing, lots of it.

The moral of this story, women like hats.

And just dropped the hummus bomb.

Petrol

With ‘s absence, there’s been a dearth of random crap each morning. So I shall volunteer. Unfortunately, coz I’m all serious and dedicated n stuff, there will be less strange amusing bollocks, and more thingky learny things

Petrol prices in NZ high? Try UK prices, $2.30

And high prices are a good thing. Well, for us smug cyclists, anyway.

Anyway, one nation has already been through its own Peak Oil. What happened to Cuba when its oil imports fell by 70%. The world didn’t end. Food became more expensive, and that’s about all.

Ah, who am I kidding, pretty picatures: