Field Theory: How I Roll (pt1)
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Do you see what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps?"
"I'm tired of these monkey-fighting snakes on this Monday to Friday plane!"
Forget you! You melonfarmer!
Is Jesus cool, though? (the religious figure.)
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"Do you see what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps?"
"I'm tired of these monkey-fighting snakes on this Monday to Friday plane!"
Exlent Danielle.
Come to think of it, I wonder if they got the idea for that line from this story. -
Geoff: I spent most of my childhood and adolescence in Hamilton,
Fair enough, Simon. I didn't go to school here (my children have), so my experience has been different. It may be a bit trite but I have always endeavored to find the best in any place I haved lived in (I was raised in Hawera, after all).
One thing that does disappoint me about Hamilton, though, is the toothless local zoning laws, which allow bastard developers to knock down all kinds of things--most recently, destroying the graceful old brick wall that curved around the intersection of Clyde Road, alongside the old convent, in order to build more tacky shops. But, like other Hamilton East locals, I have voiced my displeasure.Still, parts of Wellington inner city were looking pretty rundown and sad when I was there last week.
Maybe, you could add the Hamilton gully system, which threads through the city? I have friends who have a 100+ year old stand of kahikatea in the bottom of the gully (a ravine, really) that borders their property.
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Geoff: I spent most of my childhood and adolescence in Hamilton,
Fair enough, Simon. I didn't go to school here (my children have), so my experience has been different. It may be a bit trite but I have always endeavored to find the best in any place I haved lived in (I was raised in Hawera, after all).
One thing that does disappoint me about Hamilton, though, is the toothless local zoning laws, which allow bastard developers to knock down all kinds of things--most recently, destroying the graceful old brick wall that curved around the intersection of Clyde Road, alongside the old convent, in order to build more tacky shops. But, like other Hamilton East locals, I have voiced my displeasure.Still, parts of Wellington inner city were looking pretty rundown and sad when I was there last week.
Maybe, you could add the Hamilton gully system, which threads through the city? I have friends who have a 100+ year old stand of kahikatea in the bottom of the gully (a ravine, really) that borders their property.
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Without wishing to derail the thread:
the Hamilton gully system
Yes, this! I cannot count the number of hours, days and weeks spent in the gullys of Hamiltons south-west. From the one that was literally our back yard when we first moved from Auckland when I was 6, to the parks of Glenview and Fitzroy later on. They were 'O' for awesome.
Many a happy hour wandering knee-deep in the various creeks, making huts out of fallen punga and waging war on my friends from the mud.
Sadly, Hamiltons main appeal now is that friends and family reside there. Rolling around in the mud isn't as fun as it used to be.
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What I love about bowling is how you can often tell within a split-second of the ball leaving your fingers if that particular bowl is going to be a cracker. There is that great feeling as you see the ball continue along the perfect trajectory your brain has paced out until - whammo! Golf has something similar but it isn't anywhere nearly as satisfying (I think in part because strikes are a hell of a lot more common that holes-in-one).
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What I love about bowling is how you can often tell within a split-second of the ball leaving your fingers if that particular bowl is going to be a cracker.
And the best part about that is you can around and walk away from the Strike behind you in slow-motion action-hero style
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Donny is actually Walter's imaginary friend
Now you're just being silly.
And then there is also the theory that Ferris Bueller doesn't exist but is simply a wish-fulfillment figment of Cameron's imagination. The Fight Club premise if you will.
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"I'm tired of these monkey-fighting snakes on this Monday to Friday plane!"
"Flip you, Melon Farmer!" - from the tv version of Repo Man.
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And then there is also the theory that Ferris Bueller doesn't exist but is simply a wish-fulfillment figment of Cameron's imagination
Who's that hot chick in the leather jacket snogging, then?
Recent rewatching of that film has reminded me of why John Hughes sorta kinda sucks. Ferris is annoying! I mean, he's not as bad as Judd "Nostrils" Nelson in the Breakfast Club, or Andrew "Alien Eyes" McCarthy in Pretty in Pink, but... still a bit of a douche.
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