Posts by Jeremy Andrew
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From the quotes above, it looks like he'd only have to prove he wasn't a moslem, since pretty much everyone who doesn't follow Islam is at risk. That couldn't be too hard...
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I find your lack of faith disturbing
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On the other hand, it probably doesn't count as reality TV...
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Does Outrageous Fortune count as reality TV?
Jackie, that's all good, as long as your list doesn't include Sensing Murder...
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Jackie, my pleasure, he was a good bloke, and deserved a better death. He fought cancer for 7 years after the doctors gave him six months to live. He had been in remission for over two years when the pneumonia hit him.
He waited for years to be a grandfather, and then only got to enjoy it for a few months. He should be teaching my kids to play golf, and other bad habits. He was incorrigeable, and the kids have inherited that.Ham-town's cool, its home. Its not the whole world though, but its a damn sight better than Tokoroa, where I grew up.
Auckers doesn't do it for me at all, but Welly is my kind of city, I could live there. -
So often endings aren't clear-cut, they drag out, they blur into the beginnings of something else.
Even death, which is as final as we know how to get, is only final for someone else. For us, the death of someone else is not the end of the person, their memory lasts.
I was there when my Father-in-Law died just over seven years ago.
I was there at his home when the first doctor told him it was bronchitis, take some antibiotics and stop malingering in bed.
I was there later that day when the second doctor said, its pneumonia, I'm calling an ambulance right now.
I was there that evening when he went into the coma.
I was there in the ICU while nothing much happened apart from more machines being plugged into him.
I was there a week or so later when they turned off the life support.
I was there in the funeral home before they closed the casket.
I was there at the small but perfectly formed wake the night before the funeral.
I was there at the funeral, I was a pallbearer. I spoke with his friends and family.
I was with his widow when we picked up the bigger and heavier than expected box of his ashes.
I was there to comfort his daughter, my wife.
I was there on the first anniversary of his death, and the second, and all of them since.
I was there when my oldest son, who was less than a year old when his Poppa died, first asked about his Poppa and what he was like.
I was there when my youngest son cried because he never got to meet his Poppa.
I was there through it all, but I can't say exactly when he died. I don't know where the endings are and where the beginnings are in all that.
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But that's what threads are for! PAS threads anyway...
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__I would also like to know what makes people fall in love, and then excise it with a scalpel and preserve it in jar filled with formalin__
That is one great metaphor.
Metaphor? I saw it more in a Jack-the-Ripper kind of way - in line with the 19th century romanticism... But that'd be my 21st century steampunk/splatterpunk romaticism shining thru.
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I'll see you there, Fletcher! You bring the beer, I'll bring the flour...
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By the way, did anyone see the 'Campbell Live' piece on the lunar eclipse -- where the journalist interviewed an astrologer.
No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the viewing public - to paraphrase Henry Mencken.