Re: Pike River Conspiracies, this from a comment at Ian Wishart's site:
There indeed is a cover up.I believe that a certain technological artifact has been discovered, and the resulting death toll was to silence any potential witnesses.The time delay by the government is to ensure that a retrieval team is removing any evidence and making it appear as an accident.
I'm honestly not sure if they're taking the piss or not.
At the moment, I prefer St Lukes over Sylvia Park (I'm in Onehunga, and probably actually closer to Sylvia Park) because Sylvia Park is just too damn big - walking from one end to the other feels way too much like exercise.
St. Lukes became noticably less crowded when the Sylvia Park and Albany megamalls opened - I guess if it gets bigger, everywhere is going to be equally crap.
It's good to know that the Culture Warriors of the US have identified the real problem with the country: bears.
Truly beyond parody.
And yet, wasn't that in an episode of the Simpsons years ago? (Not going to hunt it down on YouTube while at work...)
Aaron Spiller has become the most interesting character--a drongo with real heart.
Possibly the most likeable, too - when everyone else is acting out of pride or spite or self-interest, he always just does what he thinks is right. Of course, "what he thinks is right" is often something bloody stupid...
[Edit: Likeable? Maybe "genuine" is a better word.]
(The idea of stopping talking doesn't seem to have occured to Jeremy)
If that doesn't meet the definition of "silencing and patronising" (a tone Jeremy was accused of just one page ago) I don't know what does.
When we got Civil Unionerised, my wife* and I kept our respective surnames, but our son has my surname, because A) we both like the sound of it better and B) her brother will doubtless carry on her family name when he sprogs up.
* Yeah, I just use "wife", on the grounds that I'm too lazy and unimaginative to think up and advocate an alternative.
My favourite would have to be Fur Patrol's:
You are the best thing that's happened to me
Since I fell on my face on Tuesday
all three Die Hard movies (yes, I said three)
Damn straight - Die Hard 2 is a piece of crap.
Most of the time I'm a man of simple wardrobe, although I did once own a pair of metallic red PVC pants (I knew goths). They were never really me, but damn they were shiny. For a while it was all I could do to not constantly stroke my own thighs whenever I sat down in them.
I remember my first Tom Landry's hat moment ("Why, I couldn't buy that expensive Swamp Thing Comic With the First Appearance of John Constantine -- I'd need some sort of disposable income -- oh, wait...")
These days, though, I'm going the opposite way -- not necessarily in terms of class, but definitely in income and spending. Going from paying rent to having a big-ass mortgage, then going from two incomes to one with the birth of the Young Man has meant belt-tightening after belt-tightening. I had to sell my old PS2 games on Trademe so I could buy new PS3 ones ...