Posts by recordari
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Love the gnome. As I've covered elsewhere, gnomes are cool ;-)
Also of the Bowie variety, because a sibling has a passion for it, this has become a favourite. -
It is probably more appropriate that others here mention this, but as I listen to Bill Callahan singing Lapse on the Stroke CD, I can't think of a better example of love this year than that.
The man, the CD, the sentiment, the people involved and the simple beauty of the resulting music are all great big buckets full of Love.
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Oh, I've never heard that one before ¿-)
Gravatar sorted. Was a change of email. Going for seasonal appropriacy.
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The way I see it, we're a long way from Peak Sarcasm
I'm gonna need a symbol.
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Jackson, you look.. more anonymous.
Was it something we said?No, I was about to send RB a message. My picture just disappeared. Was it something I said?
Didn't seem to be anywhere to upload new one.
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Dude, you're asking us? You're the one who just admitted liking Wayne and Shuster.
Yes well on reflection, and listening to it, it's pretty crap really, but the 'prefer' was loitering longer than the edit button. I'll claim nostalgia from the fact we did it at school. ;-)
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I know that one! The whole last act of Julius Caesar!
I prefer the Wayne and Shuster version, which we did as a play in 5th form. It was a hoot...
...HE burst in to my office.
Brutus: You Flavius Maximus, private eye?
Flavius: I certainly am. What can I do for you? What's on your mind?
Brutus: Just a minute— Are we alone?
Flavius: Yes, we're alone.
Brutus: Are you sure we're alone?
Flavius: Yes, yes, I'm sure we're alone!
Brutus: Then who's that standing beside you?
Flavius: That's you.
Brutus: I know, but can I be trusted?Rest is over here, and you can listen to it here.
We did the Frontier Psychiatrist as well. 'Have couch, will travel.'
Speaking of couches, what's with all this abject honesty on this blog? Did someone drop a STTP bomb or something? I'm not complaining, just getting a bit overwhelmed.
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Ah, a fellow graduate of Pol Sci at Auckland Uni. I remember Dr Atkinson's first lecture in Stage 3 Political Ideology where for the whole session he refused to use any words of less than ten syllables (Ok I exaggerate, nine), and when about 13 of the 24 came back in the second week he said 'right so these are the people that actually want to be here'.
I was the reverse with regards to exams and coursework. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen from hyperventilating during the exams, but fortunately the coursework carried the day. I got a B or B+ I think (have to check the transcript) but someone told me I should be happy, because he quite simply didn't give As. Although knowing this forum someone here probably got an A+.
Since we're talking precocious, leaving small town New Zealand at 16 to come to Auckland I had a choice of an all boys 'grammar school' or University. For whatever reason, I chose the latter, even if my 6th form grades were equal to the cut-off point. It was actually the same teacher who commented on my hand writing that told me one of my essays was 'university level', but in hindsight, how would she know? Still 3.5 years to do Philosophy, English, Geography to stage 2, and Pol Sci to 3, seems reasonable.
Being socially incompetent countered any arrogance (better?) I might have felt about being so young and at university.
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Craig is that wicked character you invite to the dinner party so it doesn't devolve into a tame evening of agreeable nods and murmurs and "oh how interestings." There ought to be a word for it.
I'm happy with CraigSlap(tm) for the moment. Having offended too many people myself over the years, you usually find me cooking the BBQ, pouring the wine, or cleaning up in the kitchens.
Note to self. Leave the celebrity roasting to the comedians. They get paid to do it.
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None of the above -- sorry, that was just a general rant, and you just happened to be the occasion for it. :)
That's Ok. I went over here and got some free love, so no harm done. ;-)