Tangent, since this seems to be the current earthquake/christchurch thread - I had the opportunity to look around inside one of our earthquake-threatened historic places this past weekend and thought people here might be interested in the photos (and the possibility of another group visit at a later date)
There have been "party vote national" signs scattered around my part of "Wigram" for some weeks now. Just the (young) local candidate on them, no sign of JK.
I would have liked to see the Greens run a strong candidate and campaign here, with the void left by Anderton there might have been a chance to catch people thinking about their vote. Instead I expect most of those votes just to slip straight over to Labour (especially since Jim sent around a nice letter endorsing their candidate as his successor).
Doesn't go any way to making me feel like my (electorate) vote counts any more in this election than it has in the past 6.
Just get the words Flash Flash in place of the video when browsing on Chrome on Mac here.
Ditto Firefox 6, Windows 7 Pro 64bit. Link to NZOA and video there works fine though :)
this picture is seriously doing my head in.
I don't see the full gallery linked here yet – Facespy
And I <3 Jayne! Man, I miss that programme.
This might be a good point to mention that there's a geek convention here in Chch in a couple of weeks time which includes in the programme a Firefly marathon.
By the end of February I was already thing of this as "The year of Storms". Political, geological, familial. The snow only added "literal" to that list.
Archival reports from the 1992 dump.
I have to say these don't bode well for either the hillside or low-lying suburbs under the current conditions, as it all melts. Recalling from a geologist acquaintance who was up inspecting the cracks in the hills what is expected to happen once water gets into them.
How about setting up a donation thing for Haywood’s power bill? I’m in for $20.
+$ (and predicting the next post from David will be in protest)
Ouch David. I now feel slightly guilty for admitting how grateful I am to the builder who brought forward fixing my roof and did it on Friday to beat the cold snap.
It's just me at home most of the time, so I'm heating the office during waking hours, the bedroom during sleeping hours, and I've set the night-store up to keep the chill off the hallway. Kind of wishing I'd had the walls filled at the same time I had had insulation installed in the roof and underfloor. But we are double-glazed and the windows account for large amounts of wall.
4-6 inches on the back lawn this morning. My parents report 5-7 inches out Sheffield way with patches/drifts up to 12 inches.
I'm writing this from from the relative safety of a third floor flat in Hackney, east London. Over the last few days I've listened to nonstop sirens, watched armoured vehicles rumble past, helicopters hover overhead, as cops partitioned part of the neighbourhood. I have watched from the window as kids streamed down the alley toward or away from danger, watched on the news as riot police charged and bashed their way through crowds of angry, frightened teenagers armed with bricks.