Posts by Robyn Gallagher
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Death to The Grey Shadow! Viva cartoon likeness of Robyn circa 2000!
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Matthew: Yep, that was my comment.
This gives me hope, because it looks like it will be relatively easy to fix.
Begone, The Grey Shadow!
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I've associated my image with my email about three times now. The Gravatar is showing up on the comment I left on the Gravatar blog, but so far not on here.
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Argh! While we chortle along with Charlie Brooker as he takes the piss out of a bank that uses sexy ladies as a metaphor to sell banking services, on this very webpage is an ad for RaboPlus which uses a sexy lady as a metaphor to sell banking services!
(My mum opened a RaboPlus account to put her super in, and I thought it was funny that an "old lady" was using a bank that is working very very hard to market itself to men.)
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I heartily reccomend "Charlie Brooker's Screen Wipe" to anyone who <3's telly. It's a cool behind-the-scenes look at the awful/awesome world of television.
He's made three short series for BBC Four and a couple of specials. Various episode and clips are available on YouTube.
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But the question is, why would a guy from Connecticut come along to a NZ-based blog, sign up and make his first post about palm oil on a discussion that had nothing to do with palm oil. It would have been about as relevant if he'd told us about a great place where you can buy cheap v1@gr@!!!!!11
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I know a few guys who sit at different places on the autism spectrum. They've all benefited from a good education and are now in good jobs. Everyone deserves this opportunity.
Russell has given us this choice website, and arranged the Great Blends, so I'm more than happy to give something back. <3
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Have to bring this thread back up after the Chili Peppers soldout both concerts in about 20 minutes. 24,000 tickets?
I was vaguely considering going, mainly because I saw them when they played at the Supertop 15 years ago.
But then I realised that back then, the Chili Peppers were a popular band, but mainly one that was liked by teenz and 20-somethings.
However now something magic has happened and they're now this good-time family fun funk 'n' roll extravaganza.
Do they still play I Want to Party on Your Pussy?
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Aw, g'wan. We have a few Ihug alumni in the crowd, so it'd be fun! In fact, I demand you tell at least the more seemly parts of the story.
I was trying to remember all the details, so I checked up on my 1997 diary, and was so amused by what I'd written at the time that I thought I'd share it. A few choice sentences have been left out to protect the innocent.
Tuesday, December 23, 1997. Ihug had just moved from its little office on Newton Road to the bigger office across the road. It was on the verge of exploding into interweb massiveness. It was also the evening of the staff Christmas party, as experienced by a new employee who had enjoyed her 23rd birthday the day before...
I went to work. Most of the office was moved. The new office is so cool. It is the bollocks. We got all the shit done then got pissed at work, then transported to the Mexican Cafe. An open tab, so everyone got pissed. It was fun. Later we migrated to the Control Room and got more pissed. W tried to pash me. I went to the Centra car park with X, spat off it. He took a cushion from the Centra lobby, then he buggered off home. Back at the Control Room, Y was being drunk and obnoxious, was asked to leave and ended up being smacked in the face by a bouncer. It was cool. Then Z, who rules, got everyone back to his place. A few guys passed out, spewed and other amusing stuff. Ihug roolz!
And yet, nine years later, this isn't how I remember the evening at all.
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Did you cry about it in your LiveJournal? ;-)
Hey, if I want to cry about something, I do it here. To be an emo, one needs the biggest audience possible.
But back to the subject of awesome parties. I was thinking that maybe the 1997 Ihug Christmas party falls into this category. But then again, the less said about it in a public forum, the better.