Hard News: Grokking things by being places
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
Habituating monkies...
People who can’t spell ‘monkeys’ correctly should be disenfranchised. It may sound harsh, but trust me, it’s the only way to get through to these people and Stop Plurality Abuse.
It may be that they just didn't get their priories right?
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So, anyway.. my weekend. Got home on Friday evening and spent four hours waterblasting a fence. When it got dark, I went inside and spent four hours painting things like windowsills. On Saturday, I got up at 4:30am having had four hours sleep and started painting the freshly waterblasted fence. Did you know it's light enough to start painting at 5.00am this time of year? Summertime's awesome. That took around fourteen hours, but I enlivened the tedium by taking a break and spending three hours in the hottest part of the day carrying heavy boxes full of useless crap into a trailer. Then when it got dark I went inside and put some doorhandles on some doors for four hours. Another 4am start on Sunday to stick the second coat on the fence. Lack of sleep is fun! Paintfumes are fun! Hmmm, that driveway is looking a bit grubby, maybe it'll be funtimes to spend three hours waterblasting concrete and mud off it in the hottest middle part of the day. Yes! funfunfun!
Finally finished at 3 on Sunday afternoon just as the photographer arrived. What would make this the bestest ultimo funtimes day ever? To have to spend the next two hours under a tree marinading in paint, mud, concrete dust and my own body filth, because they hadn't photographed the pristine bathroom yet. Keep that filthy Cave Troll out of there! Awesome funtimes! Glass of wine? Don't mind if I do! Tastes like rocket fuel? That'll be the coating of paintfumes on your tongue. Why has daddy passed out on the floor after a few sips of red drink, mummy? Why is daddy posting random surreal rubbish on the interwebs? Just Say No to paint, kids.
But the house is finished and on the market. If anyone knows anyone who is looking for a place in Devo, drop me an e-mail and I'll flick you the listing.
And all of that was worthwhile, because at the weekend, I heard this track for the first time on the radio, and it made me feel like someone had punched through my stomach and given my adrenal gland a good hard squeeze. Fuck she's awesome.
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The Cappuccino priories?
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Russell Brown, in reply to
Glass of wine? Don't mind if I do! Tastes like rocket fuel? That'll be the coating of paintfumes on your tongue. Why has daddy passed out on the floor after a few sips of red drink, mummy? Why is daddy posting random surreal rubbish on the interwebs? Just Say No to paint, kids.
Had to wait until I could stop laughing to post a response.
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
One spooner or two...
The Cappuccino priories?
with their short black and sides tonsure
and maybe with some Mappist Trunks
on under their long black caffeinery
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
No paling by comparison...
Another 4am start on Sunday to stick the second coat on the fence. Lack of sleep is fun! Paintfumes are fun!
Obviously not a lick of sense was applied!
Excellent work ethic, though...
Great story
:- )are we not men...
If anyone knows anyone who is looking for a place in Devo...
Sounds like a bad part of Auckland, I hear they spit at candidates in the street!
Good luck with the whole process...
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Someone who can't handle that wants to be in parliament? surely a bad sign that the candidate isn't up to the job ....
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Stephen Judd, in reply to
It may be that they just didn't get their priories right?
Their former habits may have fallen into abeyance.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
Someone who can't handle that wants to be in parliament? surely a bad sign that the candidate isn't up to the job ...
It's certainly not a good thing to happen, but meeting angry people is part of campaigning. It happens to everyone.
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I had a lovely weekend, thanks. A great workout at the gym, followed by a 6km walk with Ruby around the streets. A bit of a rest, then out to dinner with 5 very very dear friends at a great little Italian place, Covo, on Richmond Rd. The waiter was French, and my friends forced me to speak to him in his mother tongue. It's been a while but I did okay. Sunday was about rest, rest and more rest. It has to be said that the ability to relax is one of my finest qualities.
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I was thinking more that the "cut and thrust" of debate in parliament is traditionally far from gentle - not somewhere where one can be "consoled by your supporters" to help you when someone gets a bit in your face
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BenWilson, in reply to
I managed to get to the Grey Lynn festival, too. It was quite special to be able to dance only about 20m from the stage holding my 2 year old. He couldn't take his eyes off Che Fu, and put his hands in the air like most of the crowd were doing.
@ Rich. Compelling bass! I also spent most of the weekend plugging away at home improvement, mostly in the garden. My youngest has developed an interest in it, following me around and mimicking the activities, watering, digging, planting out, mowing, mulching, laying irrigation. The elder boy has to be enticed with promises that he can play with the garden hose.
It's very soothing work, if done in a way that pays a lot of attention to one's own body, and the people around you, and not to a rigid timetable. I know this was hardly possible given you needed to get stuff done for photos, though.
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Craig Ranapia, in reply to
It's certainly not a good thing to happen, but meeting angry people is part of campaigning. It happens to everyone.
Yes it is - and if I spit at you you're perfectly entitled to be upset without being patronized as a soft-cock who needs to harden the fuck up. Yeah, I guess it was a really slow news day at The Herald and a piss-weak story that should have been spiked saw print. Guess that's not news at all.
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Rich Lock, in reply to
It's very soothing work, if done in a way that pays a lot of attention to one's own body
Yes, I normally enjoy working with my hands. But not on those sort of timetables.
It's a pity the youth of Devonport no longer impersonate steamboats.
Too busy with their skateboards and iPhones. Bah!
My two-year old likes to play with daddy's hammer when I leave it lying around. Mummy's not so keen on squashed toddler toes, though. Spoilsport.
Are there any more Grey-Lynn type festies coming up before Christmas?
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