Posts by Greg Wood
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Also: tonsilitis when I was 23. Sweat dripping off my forearms; should probably have been in hospital. But I remember the density dreams... fizzing spheres and pillars of impossibly tiny yet extraordinarily heavy metal; same dreams I had when I was 5. Boys have those dreams when they have fevers. It's the matrix.
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Ignore the URL on the end, it's irrelevant now (actually I just reregistered it and am open to suggestions as to what should live there) -- but I wrote every single one of those 1.5m high letters with that flax stick myself, and by crikey it felt *good*.
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Hard News: The Political Lie, in reply to Russell Brown,
"Edward's Slack Plunket - out of the mouths of babes..."
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Hard News: We are all twatcocks now…, in reply to Tom Beard,
I'm completely convinced that when used to describe rudeybits, the word is pronounced "twot"; but when it's used to describe a person, it's pronounced "twat".
Because frankly I just can't get my mouth around the double-glottal-swallow of "twotcock", whereas "twatcock" simply rolls off the tongue.
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Random Play: Alt.Republic: The rolling mall, in reply to Russell Brown,
St Lukes would remain "a vehicle-oriented centre for two principal reasons: it is clearly not as well served by public transport as other large centres
-- so, it's broken because it's broken, and we're not going to fix it because we're not going to fix it...?!
Did Mike Hosking write this?!
Farcical in the extreme -- especially when one considers the dumbass developers and planners are not even thinking far enough ahead to wonder if MORE people might visit St Lukes if they could just get there.
My only hope is it'll ghost-town in a matter of months due to traffic, and we can turn it into an aquarium or something.
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Hard News: I'm not a "f***ing cyclist".…, in reply to Kumara Republic,
Heh.
Coffee Party
... nice.
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Those Peter Brock ads had a HUGE effect on me, a long time ago, and have informed my driving style ever since. Pay attention, it could come from anywhere, you are not shit-hot behind the wheel, but it is fun if you're good...
I'd like to see a CRAPLOAD more of those ads than the stupidly overwrought Mantrol advertising dickhead's wet dream of a million-dollar shoot. We could shoot about 20 for the same cost, starring all of our incredible racing drivers - Rod and Rhys Millen (Pike's Peak winning father and son); Scott Dixon (Indycar winning dude); you name it -- plus perhaps put them in the car with any one of our freaking AWESOME cycling champs (Linda Villumsen, the first ever elite medal by a kiwi in the UCI World Road Cycling Championships this October; New Zealand won five medals on the opening night of finals at the Oceania cycling championships in Adelaide last night...!).
Hmmm?
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Hard News: I'm not a "f***ing cyclist".…, in reply to Jolisa,
All the people moaning about pelotons and cyclists riding two abreast should consider it useful practice for rounding a corner and encountering a handful of kids happily riding home from school the way my siblings and I used to. A chance to practice navigating cautiously and expect the unexpected.
^^^This.
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The swearing is still going on at the original post.
My most recent comment is my best, I think:
"Bikes are vehicles ridden by people. Cars are vehicles driven by people. People need to pay attention to the fact that people in cars cause between 7* and 9* out of 10 of all accidents involving cyclists, and do something about it, starting with changing our fucking attitudes now that we know the facts."
*LTSA; Monash
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Hard News: I'm not a "f***ing cyclist".…, in reply to Carol Stewart,
I'm not sure if I've noticed it too (or, I have noticed it but I'm not sure if it's really happening) - a genuine shift in space while passing, and an inclination to pause for a few seconds behind me on the narrow Herne Bay bits, and some respect. It's nice.
It might be to do with me having genuinely and radically shifted into a new, sharing mode: I take up space when I need to, I actually *stop* at every red light and stop sign (and put my foot down; I figured track-stands in lycra are somewhat antagonising). I've also started signaling whenever sensible, and thank-you waving and nodding. So either I look like someone on a bike riding well and making a connection with someone in a car, or I look like a smiling, waving, nodding, veering lunatic. Either way I'm getting space!