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3. Something that only makes sense to you and me.
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6. Something that I’ve always wondered about you.
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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.
This may be your only chance, ever, to see tieke in pink frills.
I just sorted out my entire sock draw. All the socks I own. And there wasn’t one orphan sock. Hurrah for the socks!
Except… I was wanting a single one.
‘kinel!
yes, I’m blogging about socks, and trying to pretend this says something profound about the human condition. Please shoot me.
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.
If the two of us were naked in a phone booth and we both had to fart really bad, how would we bring it up? Who would fart first, and would it smell like flowers?
” 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.”
http://www.publicaddress.net/default,2538.sm#post
So how worried are NZ scientists about climate change? Worried enough to put up their own money to pay for an ad in the Dom Post and Otago Times. Page B4 for the Dom. Names on that list include directors of science centres at Vic, authors of IPCC chapters, winners of NZ’s best science medals, i.e. the best scientists that we’ve got, and, erm… me.
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?”
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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
“engine ingestion of an escaping crew member”1
“thermally compliant hairpins”2
“caus’ I com’ from somerset”3
1 – this is bad for engines, and to be avoided
2 – you knew I was going to get obsure British spaceplanes in there somehow, didn’t you?
3 – blame fuvenusrs for this. And everything else, ever, especially the splody bits
With
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.
