Hunter S Thompson = Deep Throat Update

Vern's site is now online again...

Then fuck you, jack: The Life and Art of vern

And for a followup...

Cripes... what sort of a Welshman am I forgetting...

Happy birthday Liz!

MiramarMike: Happy St David's Day

Nice flag Mike...

If you could only have one powertool

No contest...

This is the Husky 345, the newest version of my chainsaw, which I bought several years ago after having a massive macracarpa felled in my back garden. The guy did the major work on it after felling & suggested I get myself a chainsaw for the rest. What an excuse!!

I got more than 5 years of firewood out of that tree...



It stays at SunnyO mostly these days, for thinning out my forest, and harvesting the occasional woodpile...

But I had occasion to bring it into town recently to start clearing our front garden in preparation for a planned cardeck.

A weekend with a chainsaw, is a good weekend. As the old proverb says...

Welcome to Husqvarna

BTW: I have a load of safety equipment to go with it...

A formal invitation

If an invitation (say, to a wedding) says "Dress: Formal", what does that mean exactly? Dinner suit?

And anyone got any experience with a really great boarding kennel? We're kind of wavering towards this one...

Welcome to -- Harkleah Meadows Ltd -- Boarding kennels with a difference

Pretty much because of all the pictures of happy dogs on the website. We're suckers for pictures of happy dogs... And the dog runs look more spacious than others we've seen...

The B Movies

On the dog walk the other night, I asked a couple of fellows doing the same if they had any recommendations for a DVD to get that night. Family fare, or thereabouts.

These two are academics, one's a history lecturer, the other, a professor of philosophy. Both keen culture-hounds. I figured their judgement might be worthwhile...

"Hellboy!" said history man
"Spiderman 2" said Philosopher.
"Riiiggghhhtttt", said I.

Anyway, I clipped Wilma to the rubbish bin outside the DVD store (I carry a nifty little carabina for this), and went in to scour the shelves. I don't really need advice about what to get, it just helps if I have something in mind, or I'll be there all night checking out the entire selection...

After about 20 minutes... having looked longingly at the Before Sunset new release & deciding it might be too tedious for a 12 year old, and Swimming Pool, because I know T likes Charlotte Rampling, because people tell her they look similar (and Helen Mirren - I'm onto a good thing really), but Swimming Pool is a family unfriendly R18 & no matter how appealing the thought of aging English, and barely legal French hotties prancing naked around the pool was... I came across the words... Spiderman 2.

On getting home, M scrutinised my selection & said "We've seen this."

"Spiderman 2? No we haven't"
"It's Spiderman... the 2 disc set, you didn't take your reading glasses did you?"
"F..."

So M offered to walk back to the DVD store & switch it for Spiderman 2, or if that was out something similar, armed with advice/warning from T "You might like to consider something I might like to watch."

10 minutes later, she's back, with a huge grin as she announced,

"Bulletproof Monk!"
"F..." said T

Chow Yun Fat! Hoo Hah!!! Now if you're unfamiliar with Our Man Fat, he's probably the Cary Grant of our time. Truly. He was the main man in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, but his best work is in John Woo Bullet Ballets, the best of which is indisputably Hard Boiled. In fact, although he's known now for martial artistry, Crouching Tiger was his first foray into the genre, he's usually shooting people. Lots of people...

Our first B Movie of the weekend then, Bulletproof Monk is a guilty, park your brain outside & enjoy the ride, pleasure. Alternatively some people might be profoundly irritated by the idiocy of the so called plot.

Chow, is an 80 something year old monk with no name, charged with protecting a sacred scroll from an evil nazi who tried to take it off him 60 years ago in 1943. We take up the action is modern day New York. And really, it's campy crap. But with Chow Yun Fat spouting "fortune cookie philosophy", and who is by far the best thing about it (although, he should fire his agent). The 2nd male lead is the guy who played Stifler in the American Pie movies, and if this guy is a movie star, then there is hope for the rest of us. The female lead looks like Avril Lavigne, but I suspect she wasn't.

The next day was de ja vu, but without the advice from my cultured friends. This time I took heed of the longing in my soul... and checked out the 2nd B Movie of the weekend. Before Sunset.

This one's a sequel to a small film called Before Sunrise made by a guy called Richard Linklater some 10 years ago starring Ethan Hawke & Julie Delpy. They were a couple of young things who meet on a train in Europe, he on his way back to the US the next day, her to start school in Paris. On a whim they disembark the train at Vienna & spend the night pretty much conversing about all sorts of things. They connect & promise to meet again in 6 months time. It is the all time finest romantic movie ever made IMO.

9 years later, Jessie (Hawke) is a best selling novelist on a promotional tour of Europe, promoting his novel about two young things who meet on a train... etc.

He looks up from a book signing in Paris, and there is Celine (Delpy)

Here, we find out if they kept their rendezvous 9 years earlier & what has become of them since.

Again, time is limited - Celine asks "How long have we got this time, 20 minutes?"

Hawke replies, "Longer then that". They have 80 minutes actually, and the movie follows them pretty much in real time as they wander Paris, with a few flashbacks interspersed.

And it is lovely, these are two real people, talking real things, the chemistry is palpable & it doesn't hurt that they've both aged really, really well. Delpy is of course, luminous. And so is Paris.

Can't say much about it without spoiling it, but the ending is fantastic. Both of these movies have you wanting to see more of these characters*, so now we just have to wonder how much longer before the 3rd movie is made.

*Celine & Jessie also appear briefly in a sequence in Richard Linklater's Waking Life.

Just the ticket

Any but the most optimistically naive in the IT industry knows that when a change to anything is made to fix a particular problem, odds are, that another problem just got introduced.

But maybe that experience isn't so common in other areas.

Anyone with children, will surely be familiar with the phenomenon of bus & train ten trip & season tickets going through the wash. Those little paper mache tablets left in the botom of the washing machine.

I don't know if the people who make the Wellington Cable Car ten trip tickets had this problem in mind when they introduced the new plastic tickets, but we welcomed the innovation. Brilliant, we might actually get 10 trips out of one of these, we thought.

And so it was some amusement this morning, on getting the washing out of the machine, that we discovered that while the tickets do indeed remain intact... the ink is water soluble, and so we have a perfect orange plastic rectangle, with three clips along one side, and absolutely no other markings on it whatsoever.

I'll let you know if they let us use it for 7 more trips.

Deep Throat?

Well... if that doesn't improve my hit rate...

But actually, it's the OTHER Deep Throat... Had you been aware of the rumours that the guy who pulled the plug on Richard Millhouse Nixon & met clandestinely with Carl Bernstein & Bob Woodward, was close to death & his identity might be revealed soon?

Well the Outlawvern examines the rumour that he might have been Dr Hunter S Thompson...

So I got home the other day...

So I got home the other day, and M is sitting at the dining Table, writing furiously (3 "5"s in a row for homework & you get a week off - she's got 2 out of 3 already).

And she's wearing yellow tights, yellow Hurricanes' jersey, yellow bulbous Hurricanes' top hat, and she has a yellow Hurricanes' trumpet & flag.

The pieces de resistance though, are two yellow supermarket plastic bags tied around her feet.

And you know those really proud moments, when you're confronted with an unusual sight, and without even thinking about your strategy for the coolest possible response... you don't even ask?

So I took Wilma for a walk & on the way I wondered "What was THAT about?"

Turns out it was the costume she planned to wear during her campaign speech to become Kowhai House Captain (yellow) at her school. She also planned to fling a large pile of fruit bursts left over from Halloween into the crowd at the end of her speech, figuring it wouldn't hurt her popularity. And the furious writing was her speech.

We find out today how the election went. We do know however, that her highly original speech went down better with the crowd, than one rival who said "I'm Josh, vote for me, I'm good at sport."

Oh... and the girls all just cruised in briefly, proto-teenagers, on their way to swimming, dallying long enough to take all my money off me & give me sage advice about eating oranges for my cold - all 3 of them are captains of their respective houses. Way to go.

I haven't got a statistics page...

Like some other people...

But I've been reliably informed that there IS another way to attract blog traffic & comments...

So here we have it... Paris Hilton's breasts (maybe)..

Man, I hate blood tests

I'd blog in more detail... but I hate them so much my fingers are starting to curl.

Weird thing is, it's not the blood, I've done all sorts of damage to myself & left pints of it all over all sorts of places & objects, & still pulled myself together, got out the nylon thread & stitched myself back up (exaggerating there).

It's where they take it from. Inside the elbow thing... I hate those bits being touched, like I hate my thumbs being grabbed...

Also... I thought it was OK to drink coffee... seems I may have to have another one. And should I have mentioned the codral cold tablet & multivitamin I took?

Or the bacon macmuffin? (Just kidding).

Anyway - just routine, yearly check up sort of test. Although my doctor was in a fine comic mood when I saw her (do they teach this at med school?)

"Leave your mobile number at reception in case I want to get hold of you in a hurry"
"Are you expecting something nasty in the blood test?"
"Oh no... it's in case I get in a foul mood & want to lecture someone about their liver...."

A considered, and comprehensive review of the movie Unfaithful

Utter Garbage

Oh OK... Diane Lane is gorgeous & well above the material. It could have been better, a searing morality play even, warning against the unavoidable consequences of adultery...

But then, the film-makers saw the necessity to include a murder...

Of prurient interest only.

I came here for the waters.

Inspired by a bunch of Valentine's Day blogs seeking to find the greatest romantic movie ever made... we revisited Casablanca on Saturday night.

12 year old M: "Black & white??!! WTF?"
Me: "Don't say "F""
M: "You do"
Me "I'm allowed, I invented it"
M: "But black & white...!! I mean..."
Me: "You liked King Kong?"
M: "Nope"
Me: "You liked Duck Soup!"
M: "Noooo..."
Me: "SILENCIO!!"

Also, I was highly amused by the comment "there's no film - whatever the genre - that can't be improved by a scene where Humphrey Bogart shoots a high-ranking Nazi". It's true.

I'd managed to tape it off TCM a few months ago. Took a punt. I had been thinking about getting the new DVD release, and I still may, given we had some technical problems watching the tape (two newish VCRs, one does not like playing what has been recorded on the other), and that the DVD also has the Carrotblanca special feature, Bugs Bunny & the crew in a very funny parody. Apparently Tweety, in the Peter Lorre role is sublime.

Despite our technical diffculties (every 10 minutes, we'd lose the picture, have to stop & restart the tape & all would be fine for another 10 minutes. The heads cannot be dirty, this is only the 2nd time we've used this unit), the film was clearly struck of a pristine print. I like that in a movie.

I have all the Casablanca regalia, the script, a big book about how it was written & made, I used to have a poster, but I sold it to a collector a few years back. I don't think I've seen the movie though, for more than 20 years.

But just as I remember, it is fantastic. From the opening matte work, a poster come to life, designed to make us think we're not in a studio back lot, to the most gifted (and apparently, pretty accidental) casting of the leads, to the brilliant supporting cast, Peter Lorre as the slimy Ugarte, Claude Rains as Captain Renault, Dooley Wilson as Sam, right down to the extras who play waiters & bartenders, everyone gets at least one snappy line.

No-one says "Play it again Sam", but there are some terrific lines & exchanges:

Renault: Why did you come to Casablanca Rick?
Rick: "For my health, I came here for the waters."
Renault: "The waters? Casablanca is in the desert."
Rick: "I was misinformed."

Bogart is at the height of his powers, he's suave, witty, honourable, angry, cynical & above all, hurt. His performance is so absolutely assured, there is nothing wooden or mannered about Bogart, he is Rick Blaine. Accept no substitutes. Ingrid Bergman, a quick family poll determined, is/was a major hottie. Rains in many instances, steals the show, but from today's standpoint, Captain Renault is a despicable sexual predator, not just a corrupt official. "Some men like war, I like women."

"We're closing the cafe because it's come to our attention there is gambling on the premises!"
"Here are your winnings Captain"
"Thank you".

When it comes down to it though, it's Bogart & Bergman that make the film, and the payoff indeed, is when Bogart shoots the nazi & doesn't get the girl.

I think I will get the DVD, and blog about Carrotblanca in a short while.

The Gift of the book of the blog of the story of someone else's life....

I got a book in the mail on Friday... ordered from Amazon UK on (according to the packing note) 10 february....

It was gift wrapped, ribboned, and accompanied by a small card on which was neatly typed "I saw this & thought of you".

And it is the book of the blog known as Belle de Jour.

Belle, as you may know, wrote a gripping blog of her exploits, fired a great deal of speculation about who she really was, and scored a major book deal... the stuff of bloggers' dreams. Although hopefully we don't have to suffer some of the same indignities as belle in devotion to her... er Art. Although some of the pleasure would be OK. Who says artists have to suffer anyway?

I immediately thought, "Cool, Damian Christie has sent me a home entertainment system as a prize for suggesting the creepiest words on earth are "Michael and Barrymore.""

But the dates don't match with the contest. And I quizzed Christie earlier, in yet another borderline-stalker series of emails & am satisfied it wasn't him.

So... the field of suspects narrows, I think, to pretty much the handful of readers of this blog.

So 'fess up! Who sent it? And please furnish me with a very valid & innocent reason why it is that coming across "The Intimate Memoirs of a London Call Girl" made you think of me. So I can relay that to my interested wife.

And thank you so much too. I'm sure to enjoy it immensely.

A good candidate for Otaki?

Look closely at this guy (Nathan Guy, in fact)... is it just me or does it look like he's wearing suspenders?

And why are they meeting in trendy Paraparaumu if he's the Otaki guy?

David Farrar: A good candidate

And someone somewhere, said they overheard someone bemoaning the loss of Katherine Rich from the National Party front bench, because she provided "eye candy".

Let's leave aside the ickiness of the term "eye candy" (I've already notified Damian Christie) - it sounds like eye shaped lollies, and let's face it, it's demeaning... I absolutely HATE it when I'm referred to that way...

Opinions please? (on Katherine Rich) Are these the same sorts who might once have harboured impure thoughts about Laila harre? Deborah Coddington? Muriel Newman? Nana Mouskouri?

Farnsie nixed. Irreverent ANZAC musings follow...

I feel the urge to weigh in on this one...
Concert in a cemetary

when I heard about the fuss, and the choice of John Farnham to perform at this solemn occasion, one thought crossed my mind (possibly one more than usual):

"Was Rolf Harris unavailable?"

His Sunarise is totally under-rated IMO. I remember, about 15 years ago, sitting on my sunny deck out back, National Radio blaring out of the french doors, totally relaxed after smoking a... very exotic cigar... and they played Sunarise. And it was magnificent. A revelation in fact. That song is one of the few mp3s I ever downloaded. Along with It's A Kind of Magic, but I digress...

Ok, granted, Harris's Two Little Boys might be more appropriate to the occasion, but Sunarise IMO is the apex of Australian music. Maybe it's the didgeridoos. Maybe it's because Alice Cooper covered the song on his 1971 Love it to Death album (the electric guitars don't quite cut it though) and there was nowhere near the outcry there was when Rolf covered the highly over-rated Stairway to Heaven (in fact there was no outcry at all). Maybe it's because I think Harris was didgeridoodled out of his rightful place as an Australian "legend" in the Sydney Olympic opening ceremony - they could have sandwiched him somewhere many would like to be, between Kylie & Elle Macpherson. Or instead of Crocodile Dundee. I mean, wasn't he a champion swimmer? I think he was.

Come to that, was Kylie unavailable also?

Holy hell... Rolf has a website. You can buy Rolfabilia (that sounds like the product of too many pints & kebabs actually).

Not your usual slasher movie

Identity. John Cusack, Ray Liotta, Amanda Peet & a bunch of others, are a group of travellers, stranded by floods & forced to stay in a sleazy motel. Then someone starts killing them one by one. Ex-cop Cusack, and Corrections officer Liotta (who is escorting a dangerous prisoner - a typecast Jake Busey) try to keep the group alive & figure out whodunnit.

All is not as it seems however, there are some major WTF moments, which in retrospect, could be deduced from just about the opening scene. There's a parallel story about a mass-murderer who is due to be executed the next day, being interviewed by his psychologist (Alfred Molina). The two stories intersect near the end, in a scene which doesn't shed all explaining light on what's going on, but suddenly causes you to reassess everything you've seen so far... and there's more to come...

Not since Open Your Eyes (and its remake, Vanilla Sky) has a movie been so clever in its misdirection IMO.

Hard to say much more about it without spoilers. Maybe I've said too much already! (Although I draw the line at "Bruce Willis is dead!")

It's directed by James Mangold, who did Girl, Interrupted, and is most definitely worth a look.

I just love that site...

Comments/captions welcomed on this...

Please do let me know if you are or are related to these people.

Foundphotos caption contest

Have a go...

Information Enthusiast?

Mike & I just had a quiet lunch at the fabulous Mr Bun in Waring Taylor Street (no link available). Steak & eggs & a mixed grill (can't remember what Mike had). And it's a race to blog the stupid things the other one said...

We discussed our careers & our blogs... and a fellow we both have come across online who tells me his official job title is... Information Enthusiast.

How cool is that? I have no idea what an Information Enthusiast does, but somehow, I want to be one! Although why confine myself to Information Enthusiasm, I could be less of a specialist & be a General Enthusiast (and work my way up to General Manager, Enthusiasm Division) "Wow, that's amazing, keep it up! Let me get you a back rub - INGER! Trainee Enthusiast in cubicle 12" etc. Performance Reviews might be a lot more exciting than they are these days for sure.

So anyway... anyone got any ideas what an Information Enthusiast does?

Anyone got an opening for an aspiring Enthusiast?

The Unthinkable

This is very weird.. I'm going to recommend a Patrick Swayze movie (Shock! Horreur!).

You know Swayze... an actor carved from Solid Teak. Remember Point Break? With Keanu? It was like watching two redwood trees in the forest, wearing dead president masks, shooting at each other.

And Ghost... god help us. Actually, Swayze at times looked animated in comparison to Demi Moore, an actress who was also apparently petrified in eons past. Ghost, along with Cocktail, is the nadir of Hollywood film-making.

And Dirty Dancing... oh, but you say, "I LOVED Dirty Dancing". Well it sucked too. You really only like the last scene. Admit it. Because Swayze is an accomplished dancer. Dance, it would seem, is his medium. Not acting.

So on a punt & against my better judgement, I rented something called One Last Dance. And you know what? It was pretty good. Especially if you enjoy watching accomplished dancers do what they do best.

It's the story of 3 aging, and former star dancers who reunite to perform the last & unperformed dance of their now deceased legendary choreographer & mentor (and bastard, as revealed in flashbacks). The piece was written for them years ago, but was so difficult, they never mastered it, fell out, then went their separate ways.

Swayze co-stars with his real life wife, Lisa Niemi, and some guy called George de la Pena (who looks like that guy from Shortland Street years ago, whose name I can't remember). Niemi & de la Pena are absolutely terrific, whether acting or dancing. Swayze's pretty good, better in the dance scenes, but does have one speech where he almost looks conscious.

the movie is chock full of fantastic dance sequences, mostly performed by the younger members of the dance troupe. But the climax, when the piece is finally performed... is just magnificent. Big ups to Swayze, Niemi & de la Pena, who clearly all past their prime, must have rehearsed for months to bring off this very difficult (to my untrained eyes) choreography.

Check it out.

More on dogs...

Bugger. The few irresponsible spoiling it for the many...

News - Unrestrained Dogs Blamed for Otari Bird Maulings

After I posted yesterday on dogs'n'stuff, I arrived (avec chien) at Magpie Lawn to discover a large sign had been nailed up, featuring a gruesome picture of the kereru mentioned in this article.

We (the assembled dog owners) were outraged. Just another attempt to restrict the already overly restricted dog owners, we figured. I was pretty sure no dog had harmed any birds in the Botanic Gardens - I'd have heard. I have seen feral cats there though, the birds go bananas when they prowl.

But I figured something must have happened somewhere to earn this response. And there we have it.

The poster will probably put off any pesky picnickers though... wonder if dog control will be swooping through to check on us...

It's my blog & I'll be rude if I want to...

To the bald, lizard featured "gentleman" (code for "cretin"), who was turning right off the Terrace up Aurora Terrace and who shouted angrily at my wife this morning that she should read the bloody road code... because she gave way to him & even charitably waved him on when he didn't move... Please do.

Hint: We were on a Stop sign.

Controlled intersections

UPDATE:

There is no stop sign. Nor even a give way. I was wrong. So apologies to Angry Lizard Man. However, I still think you were in the wrong, just not for the reason I thought. It seems inconceivable to me that downhill traffic can just sweep round onto the Terrace & all else gives way to the. Even people turning right from the Terrace up the hill.

I'll take advice on this of course....

Dogs'n'stuff

STUFF : NATIONAL NEWS - STORY : 4 year old bitten in latest dog attack

Latest dog attack... sounds like there's an epidemic. Or a swarm, like those recent earthquakes. Do you think there are more dog attacks then there used to be? Or are they getting hysterically talked up by the media?

And how would microchipping have stopped these two attacks? (Not that I'm against microchipping, they'd be useful if your dog went missing & got picked up someplace.)

Not that I'm leaping to blame anyone for this, I mean, the circumstances aren't explained, but why is a four year old within range of a dog anyway? What sort of dog was it? What was the kid doing? How well were the kid & dog being supervised?

I don't know about parents, but all this is making dog owners nervous, there's a lot of ill-founded animosity out there towards dogs & dog owners.

That said, I & some dog walking cronies, found ourselves in an indefensible position a few weeks ago. We let our dogs chase balls & each other on the same patch of field as some picnicking parents & toddlers. The dogs went nowhere near the kids (who were 50 yards away from the parents, playing among trees), but we were roundly chastised by one of the mums...

OK, we should have asked if they minded, and we should have apologised... but you know that feeling when you're in the wrong, with no mitigating circumstances and you just want to give the finger & say "Fuck you!". Fortunately, we did neither.

Just then, one of the toddlers (unsupervised & 50 metres away from any adults near a steep drop behind some trees) had a nasty fall... man, did I feel an indignant lecture coming on...

It was almost with some disappointment the next day, that I found they'd cleaned up their picnic & had not thrown disposable nappies into the bush (not unknown).

UPDATE:

Oh and in case anyone's thinking I'm one-eyed about this, remember the dog Toot, who killed a cat in someone's backyard a few years ago? Toot received a death sentence, but was spirited away to hiding & hasn't been seen since?

Well I wrote a letter to the local newspaper at the time wondering what would have happened if the unsupervised Toot had come across a toddler, and not a sleeping cat. I thought he should have been put down.

I've resisted this long enough...

I think we should try & guess who Ms B is referring to. I've just about exhausted my list of ex UK child stars. I was going to punt on Davy Jones, but he's got a 40 year blank on his CV.

: Ms Behaviour - NZ Raver - The Cocaine Years :

Also... while I'm at it, she's got a funny story about Status Quo right here...

The perfect valentine gift

Actually, I was sorely tempted by the Blade box set...

Calamity Jane (1953)

So I got a valentine from my dog! She could have posed for the card, such was the likeness (and obviously why it was procured). A pretty yellow lab, holding a rose in her mouth. The caption inside said "Thanks for all the walkies..."

One big communal "AWWWWWWWW!!!" then.

I completely forgot about V-day actually, luckily, my beloved anticipated this & gave me a card to give back to her this morning.

Redemptively, I stumbled across the perfect chick-flick DVD at lunchtime (if your favourite song is "Secret Love" anyway.) I was looking for Before Sunrise, which is clearly the greatest romantic movie ever made (haven't seen Before Sunset yet, I'm told that's just as good, if not better).

I myself, got some aftershave... um... it starts with "L"... "La"-something... or something...

And dear readers, did you give or receive anything today?

Universal truth about the weather

If it's going to rain, it will do so 10 minutes into walking the dog when you haven't got a raincoat.

saturated.

also... some dickhead has parked his immense 4wd & trailer on the grass verge & footpath out front of our house. It's been there all day... these are the 'burbs! I'm going to have to mow the lawn sometime in the weekend.

Everyone is blogging this... but I love the first paragraph

Stolen from Hard News

Mike's doing it too...

Where Women Are real Men from the NZ Herald.

"Whose truth is this? New Zealanders love the land. They love being in it, doing things on it. New Zealanders go barefoot or in jandals because they want to be as close to the land as possible. They love the outdoors so much that when they invite you into their house they immediately take you outside again. They like to run on the streets."

Isn't that just beautiful? And so true. I'm not even a real Kiwi, but I lead guests in through the front door & right out the back...

I'm not going to bother with wondering what this says about genders in NZ. I'm gonna talk about my feet.

I'm too much of a puny wuss to go barefoot (never did toughen them up), but one of my biggest regrets of the last few years is that I munted my feet a while back (trying to lift a railway sleeper by myself & carry it across the section - a few days later, walking became something of a difficulty), and I have to wear orthotic implants (just another thing to start to fall off in my 40s...).

I used to have these really cool Reef sandals, that I bought in Nice, and later found replacements for right hear in New Zild. I travelled the world in these. I had permanently striped feet year round. Life was good. I was close to the land.

I can no longer wear those Reefs. To guarantee my ability to perambulate, I am restricted to sensible shoes with inserts (and by god, those inserts were uncomfortable for the first few weeks - invasive, almost) for the rest of my life... I managed to find some reasonably orthotic sandals in Melbourne a year or so ago, so I can lose the shoes & inserts for a few hours before it gets too agonising.

My wife says they make me look like a hobbit. Mind you, she was never keen on the Reefs either.

BTW: the Reef website is worth an ogle...

Men in Tights & Rat Flinging*

They need one of those temporary hazard signs, but with a morris dancer on it...

This weekend, I'm told, is the annual Manakau Medieval Market.

Katipo Gallery :: Manakau Medieval Market

Not to diss the event, but what is it with dressing up in faux armour & beating each other with plastic swords? I might understand if they had jousting in the Olympics...

Anyway... bound to be a fun day. Traffic will suck chunks... we've decided to skip travelling up the line (not because of the market, although it did not sway us otherwise... although I might be tempted if they were flinging morris dancers from trebuchets!).

I'll be staying home & possibly clearing the front garden for an impending car deck, on the off chance we reconcile our differences with the architect...

* No actual rats were injured in the making of this market.

Hot Abercrombie Chick - an interesting blog

Hot chick blogs on religion & philosophy.

Hot Abercrombie Chick Posts: what does irrational mean

And this one... if you have an out of body experience, how by definition, does your brain remember? Bet you never thought of that one.

Of course, it IS possible this is some 300lb, bald academic doing a BizGirl. If that's the case, we like his blogs & approve of his model.

BTW: check out some of the comments, we have a mix of serious dissertation/debate, and adolescent gawkers. And one guy called Eric who complains about her smile - sheesh!

And also... sending a trackback ping gets you emailed swimsuit photos* and a link someplace on her main page & since she pretty much tops the Blogarama coolest, most popular & highest rated lists... I thought why not.

* Not actually true

The Rules of Tennis Club

1. You do not talk about Tennis Club.
2. You DO NOT talk about Tennis Club

Except for now that is. I'm about to lift the lid on the odd phenomenon known in our suburb... as Tennis Club.

I've never played tennis in my life. It turns out that this is no disadvantage, because no-one plays tennis at Tennis Club. Except the children, and I'm only taking someone else's word for that, I've never so much as seen a tennis racquet at Tennis Club.

Tennis Club meets every Thursday after school & parents take turns at hosting it. Rumour has it that the kids are gathered up after school ends & taken to some secret place, not far away, which possibly has concrete & nets & white lines painted & possibly play tennis (I'm speculating here, bear with me).

Some time later, the kids are all transported back to the designated parents house, there can be dozens of them, I'm told, of varying ages & genders (I don't know for sure though, there were only about 6 of them when we've hosted it).

At about 7pm the parents gather at the appointed venue, indulge in finger food (it helps that two of the parents own local pizza stores), jocularity & pretty much get trolleyed. Luckily, with few exceptions, everyone lives within walking distance of each other.

Unless it's at our place, or within about 6 houses of us, I usually don't bother & send T out to do the socialising. I stay home & get to watch the news on TV - an unusual event. At the last one - the first of 2005 - parents did actually debate the merits of really playing tennis, I think someone had told a friend they were off to Tennis Club, then felt really guilty when that person expressed admiration that they were leading such an active lifestyle. "Top her up, please!"

Fortunately, one of the others present, was able to outline some new research that apparently says that if you are even thinking about energetic activity, it does you some good. Maybe not quite as much benefit as actually playing... but better than nothing.

At this stage, T told them that while they'd all been drinking & sharing inanities, she'd been "digging deep" and thinking about situps. They were impressed.

Meanwhile, I was at home, digging not so deep & wondering if the newsreaders are really CG creations. And wondering if I had time to watch my collector's edition DVD of the Good the Bad and the Ugly (14 new scenes!) before the girls got home.

Tennis club is at our place this coming Thursday... I'm thinking we need blazers.

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One of my all-time favourite sites.

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ALternatively, check out Mike's site where someone is trying to sell him a rock.

KD Lang last night

On one of our very rare excursions into the big city, we went & saw KD Lang last night. 12 year old staying at a friend's, the dog walked early & swiftly... we were going to cable car into town & have a leisurely dinner, but opted instead to take our time getting ready, have a few wines, dial in Red Tomatoes pizzas, and stroll down to the Fowler Centre on such a lovely evening. Turns out, with 10 minutes to go there was a hurried call to a taxi company to get us there on time.

Ran into a guy I know outside, he seemed quite disappointed that the audience streaming in was mixed gender (stereotypes eh?), middle class, middle aged, middle of the road & affluent looking. Middle. Mostly, anyway. Anyhow, I don't really think Lang's ever been considered edgy or anything, she started in country music for goodness sake. In fact, we ended up sitting next to some people we know & before the show started, we discussed: our dogs; our children; house prices in our respective suburbs... talk about hip!

BTW: the venue gouges you for a glass of wine - $7.50.

The set started with a few numbers from the Wgtn Sinfonia, Tchaikofsky, Greig, Eleanor Rigby - all the classics in other words.

15 minutes into the show there was a break, to allow the venue to gouge us a bit more & then on came the lady herself.

Man, what a voice. She belted out some old favourites, a few numbers from her new album (covers of songs written by fellow Canadians - Hymns of the 49th Parallel I think it's called), followed by a few more of her hits, some Patsy Cline... and then two encores of one song each. You knew it was actually over when the Sinfonia started packing up. It was a giveaway.

She made some nice banter with the audience, some of whom had obviously seen her last time she was here:

"Wellington! It's been a long time. Too long"
"You split your pants last time you were here" someone yelled.
"Did I? Well that's why I wore a skirt tonight, I don't like to repeat myself."

We agreed that she STILL looks like a young Robert de Niro. Years ago I saw an obscure film called Salmonberries. Set in Alaska, and starring a very young Miss Lang. She also provided the haunting soundtrack. It's worth a look, and I defy you not to think to yourself "By golly, she looks like Robert de Niro."

I need to find a new job...

OK, I'm a little short (they can shoot from below) and fat, and possibly not so young, and ugly (so what are CG effects for?). But I can dye my hair, and even stomach the odd martini. And not least, I already have a dinner suit.

My time has come!

STUFF : ENTERTAINMENT - STORY : Search on for new 007

cryptoscatalogophobia

Been meaning to mention this for a while... it's coined by Jolissa Gracewood & is the fear that you have inadvertently typed "fuck" in the middle of a tremendously important document. For some reason it crossed my mind today when a colleague was discussing a tremendously important document he has just submitted to the powers that be.

Public Address | Busytown: "cryptoscatalogophobia"

Some updates...

First up...

Since finishing the excellent Tarzan Presley, I've been spending my reading time with Maurice Gee's In My Father's Den. Oh gosh, to be able to write like that... I've been a Gee fan since a flatmate of mine got given Plumb (circa 1984), and since he was an engineering student who didn't read, he asked me to read it, and fill him in on the details so he could tell his brother how much he enjoyed it next time he saw him... I loved it. His brother was pleased.

Anyway, In My Father's Den, I'm meaning to check out the movie version shortly after I finish the book. The plot reminds me of Mystic River, which I saw last week also (and which is fantastic, but a real downer...). Teenage girl found murdered, man she knew suspected of the crime... I reckon I've figured out whoactuallydunnit & why, but we'll see... a lovely book.

I'll be catching the film Fractured soon too, based on another Gee book. My mum's in it apparently. Since she retired she fills in her days with all sorts of activities, including on occasion it seems, being a film extra.

Second up...

Sunny O. We spent 3 weeks there from Boxing day. The weather was pretty good (it only really rained one day & that was the day much of the rest of the coast flooded. Since we're on sand, we didn't, but gawd, it persisted all day... The rest of the time tended between brilliant sunshine & overcast, which we didn't mind, since for 2 of the 3 weeks we had things to do & overcast meant we could do them without expiring from heat exhaustion.

Actually, the day after the storm we took Wilma for a walk & the Waitohu Stream was about 4 times its usual size. We ran into a noted historian on a walk with his mum & partner, and I don't know how he missed the storm the night before, but he was under the impression the local council was to blame for the big mess of debris on the beach, thought they'd brought tractors down & changed the flow of the river. I pointed out that it changed all the time, especially after a big storm. But he looked skeptical. Have I mentioned this already? Anyway, there were logs the size of ships coming down what is normally a stream.



and for some reason, every time there is a storm, tonnes & tonnes of onions are deposited on the beach. There must be a pretty cleaned out onion farm somewhere upstream.

On the home front, T shifted 5 metres of mulch from a large pile near the shed to newly created gardens. Funny, when this was ordered, we gave instructions for the guy to drive it down the drive, and dump it somewhere near the shed on the left. A few days later, I got a call at work from a guy who knows how to follow instructions:

"Acme mulch here, I've got a load for you & the instructions say to take it down the drive & dump it near the shed on the left."
"That's right" I said.
"Well I'm down the drive... and there's a little shed on my left... you want it there?"
".....yes."
"Good as gold!"

Meanwhile, I dismantled an entire length of post & rail fencing & felled one of the old willow trees which would have landed on the fence if I'd left it there.. Then I put the fence back together, this involved digging 6 very deep holes for new fence posts, and even managed to install a new (recycled from elsewhere on the property) gate. It looks very cool. I defy the sheep to escape from that!



Because that's exactly what happened shortly before Christmas. When we arrived, we noted what looked like sheep poo around the house area, from which the sheep are normally fenced off. Then we noted that 3 young citrus trees, which had been very recently planted, were completely stripped of leaves & one had been ring barked. The rosebuds were all gone too.

When next I saw our elderly neighbour, I asked her if one of the sheep had got out.
"They all did!"

Turns out a week or so before, there was a dog on the property. Fortunately it didn't have a go at the sheep. The best we can figure is that a neighbour on the other side of the property, came to get their dog, and then couldn't manage to close the gate between the house & the paddocks (retards).

Next thing, Janet & Norma, who both border our garden, and are, I imagine, both in their 70s, spotted the sheep browsing where they shouldn't. The advised course of action at this point, is to go get Master Tim, yet another next door neioghbour (we're bordered by about 15 properties in all), who is a retired farmer & has featured in this blog before.

But these two thought they'd liven their day by rounding up the beasts themselves. With the help of Janet's 6 year old grand-daughter.

Wish we'd seen it... they managed in the end, but not before a lot of thundering of little hooves all around the property & house. Most exercise either have had in decades, they reckon. Actually all you need to do is open the gate & walk into the paddock, they'll follow you. Especially if you have a few slices of bread in hand.

We've just spent the last two weekends up there. temperatures in the 30s. I've pretty much finished processing the old willow tree (look, it was in danger of falling over), I plan to make one large block of it into a seat, and the stump, if I can maintain a steady hand with the chainsaw, will become a table. Also... these things are indestructible, the woodpile is already starting to sprout willow leaves & my proto-table & seat are bound to live on.

And we've discovered a neat swimming hole on the Ohau River. Mindful that my opthalmologist warned me not to go swimming this summer, and worrying greatly that I'll dislodge the plastic lenses in my eyes... (which BTW, reflect light in certain circumstances & give people the creeps - COOL!!), I nevertheless succumbed this weekend. If you can't trust mountain rivers to be pure, what can you trust?

Sometime soon, I will probably update this post with some piccies - gates, rivers... whatever else I find on the camera.

PS: I forgot, I also read Get Shorty, the Elmore Leonard book from which the movie was made. It's exactly like the movie. Fun.

PS: I thought I'd figured out whodunnit & why for In My Father's Den. I now know I got the why wrong... so chances are I missed the who also.

The Jamjar: Stock Photography

Ah... recycling someone's old posts... but really, this one deserves to be seen again & again. Cheers Michelle.

The Jamjar: December 2004 Archives

Sevens weekend brings 'em all out...

THE DOMINION POST - STORY : Watt a time to get a bit silly

Mr Watt was my boss once. A long time ago when he was Under Secretary for Energy.

If you were out and about on the Wellington streets today at lunchtime, you might have spotted me. I was the guy dressed normally. Not even a stupid double entendre emblazoned on my T shirt.

To the girls dressed as "The Panty Police - Are your panty's legal?" - That's Are you're panty's legal, morons. Get it right next year.

To the girls dressed in plastic overalls which say "Fucking Mental" - you're going to sweat.

To the "Dude, where's me haggis?" people - er... WTF?

To the guys in tutus - where did it ever say this was remotely amusing?

To the guy dressed as Peter Dunne... - You FREAK!! Oh wait, I think it was Peter Dunne. Way to go dude.

Anyone see any good ones?

Classified ads...

Mike is right, the first one is priceless... but I also like:

"Hitachi Washing Machine, DX250, under warranty until kill kill kill kill them all February 2004. In perfect working order... etc"

sorry, hard to type, tears streaming down my face & trying not to convulse in front of the hired help, who think I'm working on their performance reviews...

MiramarMike: Late to work, loads of emails, requirements to document ... but this is must be read

By popular demand...

Sort of anyway...

Actually, I have no idea where this was taken, it just appeared on the intranet at work...

It's come to this - beam him up quick

I forgot to mention this, but there's this guy selling paua jewellery from a stand on Lambton Quay, right about where Amazon is, opposite the Southern end of Kirkcaldies.

Well don't spread it around, but I'm pretty sure it's William Shatner.

Mt Webcam defended from perving claims.

And the URL? C'mon!

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Gather Round, we have stories to tell...

A long time ago, in a government department far, far away... (actually, it's just down the road from here)... Systems Guy & Network Guy were instructed by their IT Manager to visit the Christchurch & Dunedin branch offices on Tuesday & Wednesday respectively, and upgrade their network & operating systems. Details are fuzzy, this was a century ago & probably involved changing the paper cups joined with string, to polystyrene.

Systems & Network Guys arrived in the Christchurch office shortly after lunch, with their overnight bags, deciding that checking in to their hotel could wait till later. They spent the afternoon schmoozing with the locals, fielding all sorts of questions, and solving lots of little problems. They also inspected a PC installation that had been ordered urgently, delivered & set up with speed, and discovered it was living in it's own little office, with a joy-stick attached to it. It's always a pleasure to see the fruits of your labour, they agreed.

They were gods. Young(ish), smart, attractive, charming, professional. And above all, helpful.

Once the office staff left for the day, the real work began. Backing up the systems, swapping hardware, upgrading software, fixing the problems, reloading from backups & doing it all over again. And again.

By 9pm the boys were finished. The network & systems were up & running & tested.

On the way to a taxi stand to check in to their hotel, Network Guy observed that he had always liked Christchurch, he used to live there. Indeed, at some stage in his interesting life, he had been a DJ for a local radio station. Suddenly he stopped mid reminscence, and pointed out a trendy looking bar across the road, Route 66. "I know this place! You'll like it, let's pop in for a drink."

Systems Guy, not normally a drinker, agreed it had been a long night, "Bloody good idea". Outside the bar, a sign announced "Tuesday Night, Route 66 Dance Competition". Both men thought this might be a laugh.

Inside, the barkeep, on spotting the two "suits" with their overnight bags asked "Just arrived in town?"

"No" said Systems Guy
"Yes" said Network Guy at the same time.

Looking confused, but amused, the barkeep agreed to look after their bags & served them drinks.

The place was quite nice, roomy, tables & stools, and taking up one whole side of the large room, a short stage, with a runway jutting out, at the end of which was what I think they call a dance pole. The clientelle was young, smart, and it has to be said, remarkably attractive. Music was playing over some sort of sound system, and a DJ lurked behind his console in one corner.

A couple of drinks into their visit, the DJ announced that the dance competition was resuming. the music was cranked up, and there followed a succession of dancers, some individually, some in pairs, some in small groups, who bopped, gyrated... pogoed even, before bowing to polite applause & making way for the next act.

After about an hour of this, there was a short break, after which the DJ promised that "the normal Route 66 dancers would perform". Systems Guy looked at Network Guy quizzically, "Hang on, you'll see" Network Guy assured.

And indeed, after the break, the stage was occupied by a young, dark haird woman of athletic build, whose dancing was a cut above the previous acts. Added to this, halfway through her number, she very elegantly began to disrobe.

"WTF?!!" said Systems Guy.
"I TOLD YOU YOU'D LIKE THIS PLACE!!" roared Network Guy, over the tumultous applause Athletic Girl was receiving.

Now Systems Guy was a bit confused, Route 66 didn't seem like a strip club, at least half the clientelle were women for starters. He'd been to one or two such places in the past, and there, the only women are on stage.

The evening progressed, the drinks flowed freely, and a succession of young, beautiful dancers - both women & men - took the stage & did their stuff, down to the nitty gritty for some of them, just down to their smalls for others. Systems Guy began to think that he & Network Guy were the only people in the place who weren't strippers. But hey, who was he to complain.

Many drinks later, the boys noticed a very attractive, voluptuous woman was watching them. They discussed this for a short while, then Network Guy stood up, announced loudly "We HAVE to have her! Even if we have to pay for her!" And lurched across the room. Sensing impending disaster, Systems Guy tried to stand up, then relaxed when Network Guy got within a few metres of the young woman & veered off instead to the mens' room. The woman stopped watching them after that.

Around about midnight now, our two heroes were completely trolleyed, the DJ announced that there would be a free for all dance off, & prizes for the most outrageous.

At 2am, two dishevelled "suits" arrived at their hotel to check in. Well watered, unfed. Systems Guy asked if they did 24 hour room service. They didn't. So he ordered breakfast instead, asked for a 5am wake-up call so they could make their 7am flight to Dunedin. Network Guy, utterly blitzed & mumbling incomprehensively, retired to his room to empty the mini bar of snacks.

Later that morning, two very bleary IT professionals were on their way to Dunedin. Network Guy rummaged in his hand luggage, produced a bottle of Pink Chardon, and enquired politely "Have you any idea why this is in my bag?"

Systems Guy informed him "You won it in the dance competition last night."
Network Guy groaned mournfully.

Dunedin was horrible that day. Much later on, Systems Guy discoverd that Route 66 was an amateur strip bar.

... and now, by all means do check out this blog, belonging to one of the smartest, most attractive, charming & professional Network Guys you could ever meet. He's a great dancer too.

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TV Cream's Top 100 Toys

More gratuitous plundering of Mike's posts... purely because I used to have this very edition of Mastermind & I always thought the white sheathed assistant standing behind the mastermind (I presume) was hot. Geeks get girls, I think is the message there. Maybe someone should initiate an international search to find out what became of her - how did it work out with the Mastermind? Etc. Actually, the write-up here tells us the Mastermind on the box was in reality a Leicester hairdresser called Bill Woodward... I guess it may not have gone well for the hottie.

Many of these toys are familiar to me, I have fond memories of a house on a canal bank in Wales, and the cadbury Chocolate Machine (#42).

And Subbuteo! (#12). What more is there to say?

Um... This... And I'm thrilled they include the magnificent Johnny Seven Gun (#26). I ALWAYS wanted one of these (still do), but my miserly parents never obliged. There was one kid in the village who had one & he was the envy of all the Risca Town School boys. Man... it takes me back just looking at it. About as close as I ever got to one still. In their defence, my folks did spring for a small plastic handgun that fired dried peas. That was pretty cool & lasted years.

Some, I've never ever heard of before... (Play Doh's Fuzzy Pumper Barber & Beauty Shop - #39 - WTF?)

And what about the smile on the Hangman's face there (#30). SO pleased I didn't have THAT.

the Dr Who tardis (#22) looks cool & might even make a comeback now they've revived the series (with Christopher Eccleston). I seem to recall one of my siblings had a battery operated Dalek, and would spit at it. So they say.

Universal truth of house selling

You will live with countless deficiencies in your home until immediately before you come to sell it, at which time it becomes a
whirlwind of DIY home repair & renovation.

And so it is that in the last week, the house has been washed down (it needs painting actually, but that ain't gonna happen on this watch), a leadlight window was repaired (kind of - what's the attraction of leadlights anyway? Sure, they look classy, but in a couple of years, when the lead oxidises, it's going to bulge out or in, those little coloured panes will start popping out & a Wellington Southerly is going to rip the whole lot out so it flaps like a... flappy thing. They can be fixed by removing the whole lot & replacing all the lead between them which costs hundreds of dollars & works until the lead starts oxidising again in a few years), window catches were re-affixed to their windows, leaking window eaves were siliconed, and a dodgy bit of plaster ceiling was replaced & painted, rotting shower linings were replaced with gee-that-looks-nice tiles.

We lived with all that for 5 years, and it took less than a week to
fix it all. It helped in that it seems real estate agents can get
tradesmen to turn up to do the bits that need professionals - I was astonished.

I think I might have got mildly sunstroked, washing down the house
yesterday too.

Look out for the property press headline that says a "Kelburn house sold for 3 times it's Quotable Value", and the subsequent non headline that says "Unknown Wellington Blogger retires to stuff around while his wife brings home the bacon. Oh wait... that's how it is now except for the retirement bit.

Actually, we have plans. We'd like to develop Sunny O a bit - put up a couple of cottages prehaps, one for us (and we'll sell or rent out the existing house) and one to rent as a homestay, or for family & friends overflow at party times.

We also (this is the "Royal We" but I like the idea) have a cunning
plan whereby we buy some do-er uppers, the sort of property that is advertised as "DIY dream", do 'em up & flick 'em on for loads more than they cost us. I CAN retire then.

After a couple of forays into the field we've decided we aren't really the landlord types. One place we couldn't keep tenanted, the other place (the one we're selling), we decided we didn't like keeping maintained. Also, what's with interest rates going up all the time? Whose bright idea is that? We've spent the last few years maintaining 3 houses... it gets a bit much.

Also... heard in the weekend that old friends are so used to us never turning up places... they've stopped discussing it, or us. How bad is that? We'll have to invite them to our cottage-warming party if they remember who we are by then.

Legislating for Consideration

Must be getting old & grumpy... I'd support this. Along with banning school children fromt he city during the holidays. And people waiting for buses who swarm out in front of people actually trying to get somewhere when a bus (probably not the one they're waiting for anyway) hoves into view.

Anyway... Graham Reid from Public Adress lifts the lid on upcoming legislation....

Public Address | Random Play

Make me an offer I can't refuse...

Buy this house

Vern Rants the Oscar nominations

Then fuck you, jack: The Life and Art of vern

And my predictions, based on little more than what I've read about these movies...

Won't it be cool when Clint Eastwood wins Best Actor? Who'd have thought (besides me). That's why Jamie Foxx is nominated in both the Best Actor (Ray) and Best Supporting Actor (Collateral) this year, even though, as Vern says above, he's the lead actor in both. Eastwood will get Best Actor because Million Dollar Baby is actually better than The Aviator (er... so I've heard), and probably deserves Best Picture & Director. But the Aviator will win Best Picture & Best Director because Scorsese should have won it for Raging Bull in 1980 (Ordinary People won - say what??!!). Besides, Eastwood's won Best Picture and Best Director in the past (Unforgiven, 1992 - he might have won again last year for Mystic River, except for that pesky Return of the King thing). Foxx should win Best Actor, but because they will figure they owe Eastwood a gong, he'll have to settle for Best Supporting Actor. Hey, he's young though. He'll win his big one when they make Ray 2. Phew... Make sense?

It is possible the Aviator will win really big. Maybe even a clean sweep. Since they did that for Johnny Foreigner Peter Jackson, they may well figure it's time to honour an American Director of standing in similar fashion. The irony is that Scorsese's been off his game for ages & the leading American auteur of our time is indisputably our man Clint.

Anyways... other predictions:

Best Actress - Catalina Sandino Moreno should win it for Maria Full of Grace. Annette Bening probably will win it, she might be First Lady one day. And anyway, Hillary Swank's already got one.

Best Supporting Actor - Foxx without a doubt. Unless... I'm completely wrong in my Best Actor prediction & he gets that, in which case Hawkeye Pearce will win for the Aviator.

Best Supporting Actress - probably the least deserving this year will be Cate Blanchett. But she might well win it. The others I would say would put in equally worthy performances. Virginia Madsen might take it for Sideways, which I've heard is terrific, since the Academy will figure Natalie Portman's still young & there's a chance she'll get it for her next Queen Amidala performance.

I'm a bit sad that Before Sunset didn't fare better. Just a nomination for Best Adapted Screenplay, and as Vern asks, what exactly was it adapted from?

PS: Good luck to Andrew Adamson and Taika Waititi who have both been nominated. Adamson for Shrek 2 of course, and Waititi for his short film 2 Cars, One Night, which is highly recommended by Damian Christie

Wellington Harbour, surely?

I just knew that cruising the Foundphotos site one
day I'd come across someone I knew.

Well not quite, but someone reading this might know them. This IS
Wellington Harbour, isn't it?

Interviewing Etiquette

I've done my fair share of interviewing prospective candidates for
jobs. Sometimes it's a tough call. Other times, you know 5 minutes in
that the candidate speaks in waffle & gibberish, has none of the
skill, experience or competencies necessary to do the job & is totally
devoid of charisma, and the entire panel is thinking "How can we get
you out of here quickly?"

I suppose it would be disrespectful to mount a large gong in the
interview room & when the interview reaches the point beyond which
anymore is just too painful to endure, signal the end with a
reverberating "GOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!"

Would it?

The Flag thing...

I signed the petition to hold a referendum for a new flag at lunchtime.

The usual reasons, it looks too much like the Ocker flag, the Union Flag is an anachronism, it's really boring, etc.

Problem is, I suspect should the referendum go ahead, and the nation collectively calls for a new symbol, I'll have little say in which design replaces the current, and will probably hate it!! Never overestimate the taste of the referendum participating public. Or don't expect to agree with it anyway. Besides, I wonder who gets to choose?

NZFlag.com has some proposed designs, some by well known artists which IMO are hideous. However, there is one design, from the school flags design competition that I could live with. Maybe even salute now & then.



Way to go Matthew Kershaw, year 10 student at havelock North High School!!

Accept Jesus - Get A Free Phone!

How could anyone turn down an offer like this?

Accept Jesus - Get A Free Phone!

Incoherant Ramblings and things better left unsaid - risawn.com

More gratuitous plundering in the name of testing. Flogged this from David Farrar actually. File it under Chicks with Guns.

Incoherant Ramblings and things better left unsaid - risawn.com

MiramarMike: Finally, the best of the email crap the people clog ya InBox with

Gratuitous plundering of Mike's post while I test this Blogthis thing...

MiramarMike: Finally, the best of the email crap the people clog ya InBox with

Et viola! As they say in the orchestra...

I'm getting the hang of these photos...

This sucker's been here for years...

although normally there's a bit more showing above the sand...

It came from beneath the er... beach...

Some time ago, on one of our walks along the beach to Waitohu Stream with Wilma the Wonder Lab, a local told us about a car that had got stuck in the sand a few years back, and while the driver went to find someone who could tow him out, it sank completely from view.

I have to admit, I was skeptical. A local legend, I decided (the term urban is a stretch). We've been around the area for 7 years now & we had neither heard of this, nor seen it at the time, nor since. Then... during our recent 3 week sojourn to Sunny O, on another walk with Wilma the Wonder Lab... we came across this:









The two days later, after the big rainstorm that flooded parts of the Kapiti Coast (the 3rd one hundred year weather event since 2003 according to the newspaper) and closed off State Highway 1, the Waitohu Stream was the Mighty Waitohu River pushing tonnes of debris & trees out to sea (and the sea was pushing it all back onto the beach - little known fact (possibly): apparently Tom Hanks built his Castaway raft out of Otaki driftwood, possibly pushed out to sea & back onto the beach by the Mighty Waitohu River)... and where was I? Oh yeah... the car had disappeared again! Sunk back into the depths, or so I imagined. Then another local saw me looking confused & told me a tractor had turned up the day before, several years after the driver went looking for one, and towed it out for good.

Anyway, I'm always moaning that nothing interesting washes up on Otaki beach, Vancouver Island gets Nike shoes apparently, and Florida gets Lego. Otaki gets what appears to be mulch and dead sheep (Wilma likes the latter). So there you go. Still hoping I'll find a Viking helmet actually.


PS: Someone who knows better than me tells me it is a Subaru. And Jeremy Clarkson was not on hand to confirm whether it started first time.

... and MacBeth

I can understand how I forgot this one... an absurdly young Ian McKellern & Dame Judy Dench (so that resident 12 year old squealed in surprise "Gandalf & M!!" God bless popular culture IMO.

Cripes it was boring though. No set, the worthy actors (including John Woodbine as Banquo, and Bob Peck as someone not very important) just swam in & out of blackness.

Very worthy. Very tedious. Someone should make a revisionist version which includes a car chase & lesbian sex scene.

The bells, the bells....

The next post about SunnyO goings on will be along soon. It's just waiting for me to do something with the dozens of photos which are yet to be downloaded. I'll try & remember...

It will be about how the weather, and the shifting sands revealed a long buried, ancient artifact, the subject of half remembered myth by the locals. (A toyota, if I'm not mistaken).

Meanwhile, here's some more of the Wit & Wisdom of the Lovely T. AKA Mrs Llew, my better arf etc.

A couple of years ago, unbeknownst to me, she decided what we needed was to upgrade from the archaic reliance on celluloid & 1 hour photo processing, and get a digital camera.

Normally I'd be roped in at this stage, to reseach, consult & advise. And possibly pay. But this was to be a surprise. And anyway, she'd done all the research necessary (article in an inflight magazine, natch).

So armed with her new found knowledge & expertise, and a couple of questions for clarification, she marched into a reputable photographic store & announced she was looking for a decent, reliable, robust, pretty much totally automatic digital camera.

"Certainly madam" said the man at the counter "do you have anything in mind?"
"Well" said the confident & knowledgable T "I've done some reading, and I know that there are several types, some models come with 2 Pixiebells, and some come with 3. So... what exactly are these pixiebells and how many do I need?"

The shopkeeper solemnly, but helpfully corrected her:

"Megapixels madam."
"Right... whatever." said T.

And for the record, they had a Canon Ixus on sale, with if memory serves, 2 pixiebells, and it's been great.

Holiday irritations

You're reading a book. Say, Bill Bryson's Short History of Nearly Everything. Visitors arrive for a few days, and you put the book aside (reluctantly) in order to socially interact with family, friends & assorted hangers on. One of your guests picks up the book & has a look. Not just a quick browse mind you, but sits reading it for hours at a time. Irritating?? You bet.

The next day, having retrieved the book & finished it. And having started a new book... you generously say to your guest, "I've finished the Bryson book if you want to read it now." To which he replies "No thanks, I had a good scan of it yesterday & I've got the gist - it's a good book, I couldn't find anything in it that I disagreed with."

Fair enough. In a grit your teeth sort of way.

But later that day, the same guest picks up your new book & spends 3 hours "scanning" that one too.

I didn't ask if he found anything he disagreed with.

And... Phone Booth

Dunno how I forgot that one. Pretty neat. Only 80 minutes long, so you can actually watch it in a couple of ad breaks between TV shows.

Colin Farrell is a philandering husband (of the awesome Radha Mitchell), trying to set up a date with the equally awesome, but borderline jailbait Katie Holmes. He's calling from a phone booth so his wife won't check the call logs on his mobile.

The phone rings after he's been rebuffed by Ms Holmes & has hung up & he foolishly answers it... it's the voice of Keifer Sutherland calling from the 24 set telling him if he leaves the phone booth, calls for help, or pretty much communicates his dilemma in anyway or form, he'll be shot.

There follows an extended seige scene where the police aren't sure who is the perpetrator & who is the victim, but are itching to kill someone for the murder of a bystander.

Worth a look.

What I did in my summer holidays: Part 1.

So it's back to work. And not coincidentally, my first real internet access since Christmas Eve. Did log in briefly during our 3 week sojourn to warmer climes & check a few favourite blogs (see links), but really, dialup is painful. Just having to listen to M's moaning about the speed of MSN while trying to keep up with her pals from out of town was enough to put me off.

Anyway... apparently, it is de rigeur for bloggers to mention what they read or watched over the festive break. So why not:

Read:

Bill Bryson's Short History of Nearly Everything. Fascinating stuff! And remarkably prescient, since I was just past the chilling bit about tsunamis by Boxing day... Spent the rest of the time worrying about what he had to say about meteors....

Nigel Cox's Tarzan Presley. I was drawn to this because of the reported legal action by the estate of Edgar Rice Burroughs, and publisher fergus barrowman's comment that if only 3000 copies are printed, then it will become a collectors' piece. I think I got the last copy on sale in the country. And it is brilliant. Imagine tarzan was brought up by a colony of gorillas in the wild jungles of the Wairarapa. Imagine he was discovered in his late teens by pretty blond scientist Janer Porter, and taken to California, and then Tenessee. Imagine Tarzan is "discovered" by Sam Phillips, managed by Colonel Tom Parker and adopted by Vernon & Gladys Presley, whose son Elvis died in a trucking accident a little while ago... A must for fans of either Tarzan, or Elvis, or both. I will be looking up the Memphis Mafia on the web shortly, to see how many of them from the book really exist.

Seen:

The extended Return of the King. Phwoar!

Life as a House. Damn me if we didn't all collectively sniffle at the end of this one about a terminally ill Kevin Kline reconnecting with his wayward teenage son (played by Anakin Skywalker).

Waiting for Guffman. Christopher Guest faux documentary (in the style of his Spinal tap, Best in Show, and Mighty Wind - with pretty much the same casts). OK, but was handicapped in that T really wanted a chick flick for Christmas, not this mildly amusing curiousity. Sigh. Note to self...

The Tracker. Gripping tale from the Ocker frontier about an aboriginal tracker (the awesome David Gulpilil from Rabbit Proof Fence) leading a mixed bag posse through the Outback in pursuit of an alleged killer. I worried this might be a bit art house for the crew, but afterwards even 12 year old M announced "That was a good one!"

Mean Girls. Er... Lindsay Lohan learns about life in an American high school... in my defence, this wasn't my choice.

The Last Samurai. Better than I expected by far. Ken Watanabe steals the show. Nice scenery...

The Sixth Sense. Fascinating th see this for a second time... M announced it is now her favourite movie & can she have it on DVD please.

Van Helsing. M's previous favourite movie. And since I'd heard it was utter crap I was pleasantly surprised to find it is merely mediocre. And anyway... it has Kate Beckinsale in it.

oh and of course... Shrek 2.

DVDs & taped movies still in the bag to see:

King Kong. The original, accept no substitutes

Blue. Krystof Keislowski's masterpiece. Won in a competition shortly before Xmas.

Unfaithful. Diane Lane naked, or so I am told.

Starship Troopers. This will have to wait until T is out I suspect. Extreme shooting is more frowned upon than watching porn. Or so I imagine. Actually, that's based on my experience of trying to watch the director's cut of Hard Boiled, we only got 10 minutes & 3 major shoot-outs into it before I was asked to turn it off & put a chick flick on.

Books in the bag still to read:

Changing Careers: How to make a successful career change, by Paul Goodhead. A hint if I'm not mistaken...

Happy New Year by the way.

EEEEK! it's all downhill from here...

Just browsing Alan at Halfpie, and he's reminded me that we're now past the longest day of the year. Winter is coming!!

I am so depressed. I need a drink.

Have a good one all you reader (sic).

Great Rumblings from SunnyO

Great rumblings from Sunny O. The sound of earthmovers & trucks. It was grand. Here's what it looked like before from various angles: 1, 2, 3

Sadly, this occurred on Froday & Saturday, rather than the Monday we were hoping for. Upshot is that while the old sheds have been taken away, the new shed is sill neatly wrapped in it's flat & alarmingly small kitset form (it will erect, apparently, to 3x4 metres!).

But took the whole week off to prepare for the demolition derby. Moved all the valuables, and not so valuables that we want to keep anyway, out of the old shed, and deposited them in the sleepout, and various not very neat piles around the boundaries of the property...

Then on Tuesday, after hearing from the crinkly demo guy that he might not make it this week, I went off in a huff & cut down a big pine tree for firewood (very therapeutic), and took a big branch off the willow that towers over the driveway...

And generally pottered around the property wondering what to do with the sheep - where to put them so they were both out of the way of impending diggers, and had grass to eat.

Came up with a clever plan & put a big temporary fence across the paddock, which not only keeps them up the forest end, but also means we can sow grass seed & leave it to establish itself without ovine molestation.

Then out of the blue, on Friday afternoon, an 8 tonne digger arrived "To take a poke at that shed there...."

And poke he did, flattened the lot within an hour. The next day the digger was joined by 2 big trucks, and "That shed" made it's graceful exit. By now, neighbours thronged the boundaries for the show.

We had people coming for lunch that day, so I socialised, imbibed, and generally got pissed while we all watched the boys working. Fantastic.

They were coming back on Monday to remove the concrete strips in the big paddock - for which I'd totally dismantled the fence along one side so they could get in and out easily. Big job this coming weekend, is to fix that fence back up again...

And then start to build the kitset shed, which looks a lot harder to do than I imagined & will involve me having to master the art of pop rivetting.... (I thought it'd come with a lot of nuts & bolts, but no...).

But here's what it looked like by close of play Saturday... and here.

And just for fun here's some other photos I took that week... 1, 2, 3

Busy Weekends - Winter, 2004

Weekends are a bit of a busy blur these days. With netball star in the school A team, and T the dedicated coach, we're up with the larks on Saturday mornings, walking the dog & swinging by the German bakery to pick up brekkie on the way home, enduring the fat girl who works there tell us how her 1. cat follows her to work or 2. new bed was delivered to some place in Hamilton by mistake - take your pick, scoffing down the chocolate croissants followed by toast & plum jam & several coffees, grabbing the dog (team mascot), in the car & off to netball.

Where we were roundly beaten by what is probably the best team in the league - a well known girls' school with about a zillion teams in the A grade. This was their number one team. 2 year 7 reps & 5 year 8 reps in it.... We weren't actually down to play them yet, but M's team has exceeded all expectations & completely whipped all their other opponents & were top of the table. SO the table got rejigged to knock them down a peg (there are dubious politics involved here apparently - and this is only year 7 & 8!! - but the top two teams go through to some tournament during the season. Seems our team wasn't supposed to be one of those two. Things are worked out in advance, and only inspired play by the underdogs can threaten well made plans. Apparently..

Anyway... we're so far ahead we may well be one of those teams, along I'd say with the team who beat us on Saturday. And since they aren't the faction doing the rejigging (that's another school, who administrate the draw), all is good. We weren't completely whipped anyway, and the 2nd half was much better once the girls settled down. We'll give them a run for their money next time.

It's only a game after all. Like that other game, with the egg shaped ball. More on that later...

And then home again, pack up the bags & head for Sunny O. Because it is closer to the netball tournament on Sunday at Paraparaumu, and netball star is in the year 7 rep team.

By the time we got to Sunny O, it was mid afternoon. Time to light the fire & prepare for the evening, and head for the beach to give the dog a run & swim. And I could kick myself because I didn't take the camera. It was the bestest, clearest day I have ever seen there. From the beach, the south island looked like it was just past Kapiti. Close enough to swim to. And in the distance, we could clearly see Mt Taranaki & Mt Ruapehu. Fantastic! And the sky was a clear blue above, and a bright orange at the horizon. It was like a Graham Sydney painting. And no camera....

Later, once the house warmed up, & we had feasted on spaghetti & meatballs, we settled in expecting to see the English rugby team dish it to the ABs. Funny how things turn out... we speculated that the English guy at work who spent the previous week sending messages to the entire floor telling us what the ABs would be in for (animated gifs of some creature being spanked - must be an English thing I think) might not turn up on Monday (he did though, in gracious humour, since his workplace was redecorated for him with silver ferns etc).

And then... half time during the TV3 screening of the test, we wrapped up warm, turned the lights out & stepped outside to see the state of the heavens. And the night sky was magnificent. We usually spot at least a satellite traversing the sky withing a few minutes, but this time, just as we were reminiscing about shooting stars & space stations past, M shouted "Shooting star!!". And I swear, we had time to turn around & see this thing in a flattish trajectory, heading due north, almost the entire expanse of the sky. It was just like that "Vad did you vish for?" advertisement. I have seen meteorite showers in the past, and single shooting stars, but I think this was the most spectacular I have ever seen. it had a tail as it streaked through the atmosphere.

The bikini team didn't turn up though.

And bonus! The next morning on the radio we heard that a meteorite hit a house in Auckland!! Wasn't till we got home & checked the web that we discovered that it was at 9.30am & couldn't have been "our" meteorite.

And then we happily trooped back inside & jubilantly watched the end of the rugby game. And a spanking was administered indeed.

Sunday saw us up at 6.30am, the poor dog got a brisk trot out to the forest & back & that was it for her till we got home at night. We scoffed breakfast, packed the car & we were on the road at 8.10am heading for Paraparumu.

Never having been much of a sportsman, I wasn't really prepared for a rep tournament. There were dozens of teams from as far afield as Hastings, Nelson, Dannevirke, Wairarapa... you name it. And thousands of people. Apparently they kept announcing over the loudhailer to us to get our dog off the court, but I didn't realise this till after lunch & someone mentioned it to me :-) After that Wilma & I watched the games from behind the wire netting.

And M's team won two games & lost two. The coach (not T in this instance) seemed pleased. I have to note that the umpiring is a whole other league from what we're used to in the school tornaments.

We have a rep tournament every sunday now for about the next 8 weeks. We will be touring as far afield as Hastings & Wanganui. Oh joy... say... how long does it take to get between Levin & Palmerston North? Or Levin & Wanganui?

But on the Sunny O front, wasn't much time to do anything constructive (or destructive) this time... when we visited at Queen's Birthday we finished digging out the bamboo from around the deck. Once the grass grows again, it'll be a very large expanse of lawn & will look nice. Any bamboo that sprouts from now on will be nuked with something noxious.

Also, bert & ernie have visited & started replacing several rotted windows, and have fixed up the corners & weatherboards on the sleepout. And they got their plumber mate in who hacksawed off the rusted old tap feeding the toilet cistern, which leaked. And he's replaced it with a brand new, flashy tap, which also leaks...

The sheep have almost ringbarked one of the trees I lugged out into the paddock a few weeks ago. SO next visit, I daresay I'll have to put a little fence around it so they can't chew at the bark or whatever it is they do. Thought I might have got away with that one.

I need to get new batteries for the electric fence too. I use it to graze part of the section that isn't entirely fenced off - not from the house area anyway. On a couple of occasions now, I've rounded the corner & noticed Wilma (when she thinks she can get away with it, she'll breeze between two wires) in with the sheep. She doesn't chase them anymore, but she's very interested in getting to know them. And they're not. Fresh juice should cure her of that.

And I really do need to get the old sheds demolished, the nor-westers are starting to rip the old roofing off & there is quite a clatter & bang that the neighbours must be getting sick of. But first I need to find out whether the cladding really is asbestos or not (hopefully not).

The to do list never seems to get any smaller....

The Cow Whisperer

I like this picture. Might make it my wallpaper.

It was taken at the home of some friends who border a dairy farm. I was just standing there & all these cows gathered around.

That tree behind them has a big patch of nettles underneath. It's where Wilma flushed out a rabbit on her last visit. She was snuffling through & suddenly the rabbit bolted & the two of them raced off for miles.

Wilma came back 10 minutes later with a big smile on her face (but no rabbit) & then no nettle patch was left unsnuffled on the off chance she found another one.

These people have a big fish pond too. Wilma unfortunately rampages through it if she's left unattended. The green slime is thick & smelly. The pond's owner is never impressed....

Increase the size of your deck! Easter 2004.

Gonna post a few up since blog access will be sporadic at best over the next few weeks...

Anyway... before Xmas 2003 we had a couple of local lads - Bert & Ernie build us a new deck between the house & the sleepout. They didn't quite finish it in time for Xmas, but it WAS finished enough for us to use with great success... but now it is really finished. And here it is. before & after shots...

Before:

After:

Note the bamboo around the corner of the fence in the "before"... more on that later...

The fence around the house in the before shot above, was previously relocated to another part of the boundary to stop Wilma wandering through the neighbours'... And painted green by the ever enterprising T.

To go with the new deck, I had to buy a new barbecue... just had to...

It's to augment the big red kettle job I already have up there.

I likes my barbecues. I have lots of them. In fact, just a little while ago I had to (had to) buy a new one for home too. Actually, I was only at the barbecue factory looking for a lid for the gas barbie at home. The old lid blew away in a storm... but they had these little cast iron jobs there half price... what's a man to do? T's got her cupboards full of shoes, I have my sheds full of barbecues.

The gas one is a aberration. I think it is cheating. But it was T's. And our last house was a fairly sectionless affair, so the gas seemed a better bet than setting fire to the (little) deck there.

I like to build a big fire, and stand around it for hours until it's just starting to get dark, then I put the charcoal on. When it is pitch black, except for the red glow of the coals, I go get one of my many flashlights (I like my flashlights too, in fact I recently got two new ones from the Kathmandu sale), so I can see what the hell I'm doing. Pays to ignore all the complaints you get from family members about how late it's getting. Guests are always more polite.

SO anyway... Easter 2003 we invited a truckload of people to come to dinner at Sunny O on Sunday. Truckloads arrived & we had all forgotten that booze outlets were closed that day. So we went to Byron's Bar & Grill, ordered a bowl of fries for M & 6 bottles of wine.

this year, we were better organised. We invited truckloads of people for SATURDAY night, when bottle stores were open. Nobody came. Still... we did our best all by ourselves. And still had wine left over for Sunday.

The main purpose of the trip was to relocate two youngish (about 10-15 feet tall) pohutukawas that were planted about a metre from the house. Before they got too big & heavy to move. SO all in all I dug 4 colossal holes in the garden & filled them back in. Two to dig up the trees, and then two more out in the paddocks to replant them (where they will provide much needed shade for grazing beasts. And also look quite nice). Back breaking work, but satisfying.

I also replanted a load of little peach trees that self seeded from the next door neighbour's yummy peach tree. I have many more to replant too. Assuming they survive. may well have a free peach orchard at the end of it! They're screened from the sheep by a paddock wide string of sheep mesh. I even ran irrigation out to them so I only have to stand about half a mile away & turn on the tap... we have the technology...

Had the sheep sheared again, in a fairly uneventful visit from the shearer.

But the real gut buster was the digging out of bamboo that was started... man, never mind planting trees right next to the house that will one day be 100 ft tall... who the f*** would plant bamboo anywhere? We did this for 3 days straight, and left that particular patch of turf in a hell of a state. We've piled the grass clods up & once we've finished digging as much of the bamboo out as we can, we'll use some of the excess topsoil we have stored in a drum in the shed to refill the hole where the bamboo was & plug the turf back in on top. I expect this to be completed around 2007.

Any bamboo that makes an appearance after the returfing will be dealt to with a very environmentally suspect chemical.

BTW: dunno if you can remember me mentioning the pergola that was cemented into the garden like the sword in the stone, digging around the concrete reveled it to be at least a metre thick, so in the end I hacksawed it off as close to the ground as possible. Bert & Ernie asked if they could have it "for a friend" Yeah right.. SO it's gracing some other place now. Nice. Hope they're not too tall though if they're planning to walk through it.

Wasn't all hard yakka though, we did watch a mediocre version of Dr Zhivago over two nights. Thought we were getting Julie Christie & Omar Shariff... to find it was Sam Neill & an absurdly young Keira Knightley. Still...

On the home front, we spent last weekend in town. We were going to paint the kitchen, but a bad case of something to do with sinuses persuaded T that we should do something other than sand a load of dust into the air. So while she gardened, I removed all the nails & crap from the back porch & outside dunny, filled all the holes, bashed out some shoddy shelves that I kept whacking my knee on, and washed the whole lot down (accumulated dirt & grime from the last 90 years or so).

Best bit of the weekend was taking Wilma for a walk through the Bot Gardens. A week or so ago, a park bench appeared there - In Loving Memory of Timothy Cranfield, 1975-1993, and his dog Jazz. Sam & Valerie Cranfield (of the Cranfield's store fame) have a little staffordshire bull terrier called Havoc (who is well named), who is one of Wilma's best pals on Magpie Lawn. So anyway, there were about 30 people crowded around the bench at 4.30pm yesterday afternoon, drinking wine & beer & officially "opening" the park bench commemorating the death of their son 11 years ago (leukaemia).

So Wilma & I crashed the party, she rolled around on the lawn with Havoc munching on a pile of bones that Sam brought along, and I wobbled away about an hour later after having several beers plied upon me.

Dog walking should always be like this.