Posts by Jacob Powell
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Just make shit up: that’s your job.
Where can I get an application? Does the job come with medical insurance? What about minions? Can I have a minion to treat inappropriately in a public forum?
Angry of Oranga Heights.
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My local is the amusingly named Don Johnson's or DJs as I like to call it. Ben and the crew there are very friendly, down to earth guys and they have a pretty good range with plenty of not so usual bottles. Ben also has a penchant for opening really interesting bottles for tasting with his regular clientele - even for (un)fortunate souls like myself who have a budget well out of step with their palate.
I generally get my deals via emailers from Caro's in Parnell or FWDC on Cook St in the CBD. I also grab the odd bottle from the local Pak'n'Save when I'm feeling the pinch and feel a little sad about it.
Just popping into Caro's this afternoon for some 2007 vintage Te Mata Estate deals on the way to a physio appointment: $26.99 Elston chardy, $26.99 Awatea Cab/Mer, $34.99 Bullnose Syrah - will be good for the birthday party I'm heading to on the weekend!
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As for Valentine's Day antics, some friends and I - in our younger days - also delivered random gifts to various friends who weren't in relationships and who we believed may appreciate the effort. Why we thought leaving a random array of 'privately acquired' flowers - deposited in a discarded toilet bowl we'd found in an inorganic rubbish collection heap - outside one of the girls parents' house is beyond me now. Clearly it would make sense if you applied the logic of a group of adolescent males.
Another Valentine's Day gift of note that i delivered to a friend one year was a package containing a raw chicken breast and some ready to eat pumpkin soup. I wonder now if something about this whole 'romance' thing eluded me?
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I cannot but think of the third guy, alone on the street, singing "I, who have nothing."
The thought of an instant invitation to 'come on up' being delivered to only two out of three serenaders seems too cruel...please Emma, tell me it is too cruel.
Though, two guys leaving their apparently keen friend standing curb side (it was his idea I seem to remember), with merely the obligatory feigned apologetic shoulder shrug and embarrassed eyebrow lift, somehow seems as likely as it does terrible...
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I just tell people when I don't recognise them for the third or fourth time to get an angle, you know, a hat or a lisp or something.
Brilliant! I think i'll try that 'technique'.
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I drive my wife batty by recognising bit-part actors in movies and letting her know what other films they have also been bit-part actors in.
In some perverse act of nature, though I forget the names of actual people I meet, like Evan I can remember actors, directors, and film titles almost like I have a truncated version of IMDb in my head. Most people don't find this endearing however, particularly if I have recently forgotten their name...
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political correctioness
Excellent, tpying dslyexia strikes agin...
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I can relate to the disappearing names syndrome too Russell, though my memory for faces is not too bad. I am also outgoing and find most social situations fairly enjoyable but I just can't hang on to names. And it seems that if I forget someone's name after first meeting them it then becomes very difficult for me to remember it later on - I wonder whether this has to do with neural pathways, though my level of pop neuroscience ends with that phrase.
I had one friend at uni - years ago - whose name I mixed up constantly (kept calling her Catherine and her name was Rebecca - see I can remember it now!) At first she didn't mind so much but after about 6 months I think she got a little bitter about it but I just couldn't fix it in my mind. Very frustrating for us both.
PS: I had a quick look at the Act L&O Policy and this bit stuck out
Review police practices, productivity and eradicate political correctness.
I understand some persons' dislike of what they see as overly PC language (though for the most part it seems to me to be respectful language), but really?! Is eradicating political correctioness going to help law and order in NZ in any way...
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Wow, who would have thought there could be this level of solidarity formed around an aversion to footwear?! But I find myself thinking of you as a kindred spirit Emma, though I am in shoes more often than not nowadays. I share a number of your stories:
I've also had to sign waivers on occasion, declaring that I won't sue the movie theatre should I slash open my delicate little bare sole on a particularly vicious piece of popcorn
Check: I've had to sign a waiver or two in my time; one particular cinema flatly refused to let me in and the manager wasn't available to discuss the matter. I've had similar issues in the past with taking my skateboard into movie theatres too even though it was, at the time, my primary mode of transport.
That's not even slightly weird compared to the apparent requirement for me to wear shoes while flying.
Check again: I also discovered this upon trying to enter an aeroplane a number of years back. Luckily purchasing a pair of 'flight socks' (?!?) were enough to get me onboard that time. Keeping them on during the flight and while exiting, however, were apparently not a requirement - though I suspect my bare feet may have had a role in the drug search/questioning at the other end of the journey. I also find that bare feet help to bolster my interest factor with instore security people, though an off-white complexion may exacerbate this level of special attention...
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Nice one Garth, I like sub-prime too.
It puts me in mind of our shift from a basic Sky TV package to Freeview earlier this year. Once we'd plugged everything back in I realised that we were now in a sub-prime state. Or perhaps that should be sans-Prime...