Posts by Richard Irvine
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Oh, and my current celebration boils down to making a 'constipated' face and wave my fist around really fast like my hand's been stung by a jellyfish. This got an extensive workout on Saturday night between 10PM and midnight.
I used to kind of go 'Gettttinnnnn-getfuuuuuuucked', depending on who I was watching with.
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Good topic. I mostly get as angry at referees as I do at Cameron Bennett presenting Sunday. My shouting top three would be:
1. Ref!
2. AhhhhhRef!
3. Fuck! Ref!Considering the boy (three months old now) is often sent downstairs with me for sporting events, I may need to tone the swearing down. I *do* come from a long line of Ref! shouters though, and kids swearing is really funny, innit.
Beer, yes.
But disturbingly, much of my sport watching is done in the wee small hours (Football, Cricket, Tour De France), so it's often blankie and Milo / Coffee for me. I like that though. You need to put out your glasses, socks, sweatshirt and wooly hat the night before though, you don't want to be banging around in the dark gathering that shit and disturbing yer loved ones.
My pro tip would be to PUT THE LAPTOP DOWN! Save it for halftime, you can't watch a game and read Wikipedia's Mork from Ork page at the same time.
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Thanks for the link Hadyn! You're right about TV3's Hamish Mackay - he was pretty blimmin' cringe-inducing last night. There's a lot more to tomorrow ngiht's game than simply Deans v Henry, but you know how much MacKay loves a big obvious angle.
To me, the real story is that Deans is suddenly under pressure to wni - has he ever actually BEEN under real squeaky-bum pressure as a coach?
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<quote?I reckon it’s perfect. </quote>
No Hamilton, the best Rugby stadium in the country, though. Hopefully we'll get 3 v 4 playoff.
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I can't watch ESPN at all, eh, their insane promos for fishing or poker that interrupt the action every five seconds - it does my head in. The promos are all on a fairly high repeat rate too. It's like the Mexted channel.
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Waikato won the NPC.
You had me at 'Waikato won'
A dreadful year all round.
I'm a blogger. I don't do research.
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For me, 1992 was about as good as it got. An 8 team first division NPC with semis and a final. Promotion and relegation. No Super Rugby. Matthew Ridge was only bloke in ages to leave NZ (wish he'd stayed away, rilly). The All Blacks only played tours, home and away.
I call it the 'We're the All Blacks, the rest of the world can take a running jump' approach. We were good then.
Completely unrealistic of course, with professionalism and the plucky little NZ dollar all meaning we're a shadow of our former selves depth-wise. But can't we have an NPC format that people can at least understand, and a token effort to include the All Blacks in a meaningful way? And proper international tours instead of an utterly meaningless Phillips / Iveco series?
Anyway, if I can pimp, this guy has all the NPC answers, and it turns out that test was good for Samoa.
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My university job was commercial cleaning in the Waikato University computer labs. Being a keen student of fucking around when I should be working (hey, it's what I'm doing right now), I soon discovered I could logon to the VAX computers and browse newsgroups. The first to truly grab my attention was the 'Revenge' newsgroup, I couldn't believe people would A) write and B) share this stuff. I thought it was amazing.
Second memory is talking to the Sysadmin at my first proper job. We'd been connected to the internet for about six months (this is about 1995), and I asked him how many people were using it. "There's everyone else" he said, waving his left had around his knee. "And there's you", waving his right hand as high in the air as he could.
I'd better do some work now. Ahem.
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Heh - I'd say Wikipedia's Madison page got a hammering last night.
Le Tour had similar origins as a brutal, brutal race, and those guys weren't using 20-speeds. They were on 'fixed gear' bikes, like today's track bikes, with only one gear. Here's a quote from Wikipedia about the first ascent of the Pyrenees in 1910:
On race day Tour officials waited at the summit, when at last a rider appeared he ignored their queries "What happened? Where are the others?" and looked straight through them with distant, haunted eyes.
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School incinerator? Freakin' SWEET, I remember incinerators, with the gruff caretaker chucking all kinds of mysterious rubbish in there to be burnt to a cinder in the raging inferno. The big rumour going around was he'd throw YOU in there if you were naughty.
Do schools still have incinerators? Or have they been OSH-ed off site?