The Norwegians, on the other hand…
Won't anyone think of the cods?
Money for nothing...
Now that Hone is drawing a salary while not under oath, perhaps we should look at a Capital Games Tax for our big Parliamentary earners...
one step furthur...
Oh, cornstarch! Is there nothing it can't do?
Ken Kesey has been using it for years...
the ship of fools....
And all aboard are lost to the deeps save one, clinging desperately to a barrel filled with anabolic steroids destined for the red and blacks, he is washed ashore and found by a chocolatier out for her midnight walk along rocks...
...near Governors Bay right?
and just cos it's friday, lettuce play...
I was going to say gnomicology
I'm liking the sound of Egognomics
Rodney Hide must have a degree in this...
The Romaines of the Salad Days...
Cos: Fucking brilliant.
Cos : a lettuce of a variety with crisp narrow leaves that form a tall head... *
*looks a bit like Macaw 7 a.k.a. St Richie
the dirty digger's hole...
one wonders if Murdoch has pulled the strings of the Chipping Norton set - and lo, Cameron is now going to cut the country adrift before he is taken to the Tower - well that may be over-reaching, but we'd best watch what happens carefully, as our own Cameron-Clone - John Key - will embark on a similar path of stripping away public ownership of essentials if re-elected...
you also have to wonder what the other Shareholders in News Corporation think of this rancid imbroglio - how are Kingdom Holdings - 7%- (which is basically Prince Al-Waleed bin Talal of the Saudi Royal Family - check out what he owns or has shares in...) taking this particular clusterf*ck?
The trope of caprice-corn...
...and surely any self respecting Red Zone would have an ominous Dark Tower* looming over it, the people marooned in thrall to the evil machinations of the plausible Large Prince and the unspeakably inhumane Fine Prince, who act for the Icy Red State and friendless Ami and their legions of exsanguinated Crimson & Scarlet Pimps.
*I'm thinking of this as more of a tip of the hat to Jody Lloyd than Stephen King...
(but really a dig at Dr Haywood's dark nemesisi)
re the attachment bar
& some worries thereon:
Russell, how are you dealing with people uploading material that is not their own, and may well be under copyright to other creators?
- also if collages are used/submitted are you adopting the rule of thumb that reproduction of part of a copyrighted work, for a collage, is fair use (using 20% of an image perhaps that constitutes 20% of the final image): if more works are used in the collage then the potential obligation is reduced further. if it uses four or eight possibly obtaining permission may not be necessary.
How can ownership information be ascribed to each image?
With the attachment or as text under the link ?
- also does Public Address then have any other use rights over any image thus placed in its tender care?
- what about the carbon footprint of the vast bank of servers that will be needed to store all these images (and other files?) in perpetuity - if they are to remain 'live' for the life of the discussion and beyond - as they must if context is to be retained, and I am sure PA contributors have much to upload - somewhere upstream a dam breaks...
plus what country will the server be in?
is there child labour involved?
I know you will want to do this responsibly and properly...
hopefully I haven't ©odwinned the thread
- PS I note the attached image link when clicked doesn't open in a new window, which is irritating (maybe it's a Firefox thing?)
....then did the dealing on his kid's Etch-E-Sketch. Two swipes and it's all gone.
or was it more it takes a swiper to ketch a thief ...
speaking of phreaks...
...one piece of an algoritm.
...but I suspect there migt have been...
I'm worried that Michael Laws is hacking PAS
and dropping random aitches...
it's like someone removing the goal posts...
Virginia Plain - or fags end revisited
How about alternate histories?
One Chch in which the earthquakes never
happened, and one in which they did.
Damn, I'd been having flashes on that idea -
also the reality where Chch is all on the hills
with the swampy wetlands and plains intact...
an angle at my table...
It would probably be symbolic of something-or-other if there was a visitation from an angel and it just shuffled about blobbily and made huffing noises.
St Gerry is already here,
now where's the bloody vineyard!
with his ruggered good looks...
“Enlightenment came to Reverend Overbridge on the rugby field; nothing could ever be the same after that.”
follows on from this:
...the forward ‘In the Oral Tradition’
...speaking of Ru(g)by Red Zones
- the Reds Owned the Crusaders last weekend!
Lyndon's idea of a zone for Red Heads
would surely be the Orange Zone
(he said gingerly...)
and at the risk of calling down a flying
phalanx of DC Lawyers
could there be Red Craptonite?
with all its unpredictable effects
Following in Chad's footsteps...
Perhaps we could Christchurchify it to Durham Overbridge?
Myself, I always fancied that elegant sub-urbane fop, Richmond Shirley...
the coming of the cockatrice...
and in more on the fly Christchurchifying, this:
...tenderly stroked the cracked columns of the Cathedral’s inner chamber…”
could lead to this:
...thus releasing from those faulted towers the basilisk beneath the basilica - a Were-Tuatara if you will, with its coppery green dome and lethal tri-eyed stare!
The Swinging Shingles ...
Is geology-porn a genre?
Subduction of the Innocent , given time even sedimental fools can coalesce into rock hard deposits...
<edit> sigh, this pales before the offerings above... nice work folks </edit>
the key of C
and on a more serious note -
After losing two to the big effing C in the past 24 hours, you managed to make me laugh way sooner than I expected.
Recordari, I extend my commiserations, hope you can hold the memories and the laughter up to the light of life.