Posts by Joe Wylie
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Poneke's a bit partial to the purple prose, isn't he?
Truly is the LHC project the greatest scientific experiment in all of human history, and how fantastic we are alive to experience it.
No idea what the C stands for, but the LH likely stands for Lower Hutt, and it'll be about some grand scheme to bring trolley buses to the benighted northern lowlands. Surely there are far worse things to be than the poet laureate of public transport.
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And if the "Christian Right" aren't allowed in this hows, how do we make them see things our way :)
When you subscribe to the If thine eyes troubleth thee, poke 'em both out with one finger doctrine, appreciating the viewpoints of others isn't a priority.
Devout Catholics, btw, may pray to St. Lucy, patroness of opthalmology (thanks Giovanni).
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. . . a crappy straw boater . . .
. . . by way of a prosthetic to disguise the personality bypass.
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That would be the museum of nausea, right? Opens three hours after your last meal.
That'd be where you spotted the pic of St. Lucy carrying her eyes on a tray, right?
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One last time . . . it was a little too Sunset Boulevard for my blood.
Of course - you've had your close-up on this one, on to the next snark.
Yes, and there are parts of the domestic blogisphere where I'm the only person . . .
Yes. yes, I know - the Martyrdom of Saint Craig, played out ad nauseum, for all of our sins. Arrows, please, in the general area of the torso.
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I hear the word crunch a lot on RadioNZ. As in "Global Economic Crunch". So, I'm beginning to think crunch is good. The 1930s was the crash and the 2000s could be the crunch. Has a nice cannibal sound to it.
How to weather the crunch:
1: Start a turtle farm.
2: Sell crunchy pies. -
Did Palmer seriously do that? Lordy.
Apparently he allowed himself to be persuaded to do so. Seems it was a skill he'd acquired in his high school brass band days. Trying to pass him off as some kind of closet Miles Davis had about as much cred as Paul Goldsmith's hagiographic attempt to portray Don Brash as some kind of burn-the-floor ballroom dancer.
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How does "Pundit" fit in the scheme?t
I think it was Chase me, ladies, I'm in the cavalry who said:
Can anyone think of a blogger who calls themselves "anything-pundit" who isn't a staggeringly hateful arse?Hope that helps.
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. . . a cheap and silly photo op.
Not really. That'd be more in the vein of the hapless Geoffrey Palmer's playing his cornet from the roof of the Beehive, with Paul Holmes tagging along behind like an organ grinder's monkey. As an attempt to showcase Geoffrey's funky side it was a disaster, and because it supposedly bore the stamp of Helen's approval it gave the impression of someone hopelessly out of touch with popular feeling.
Of course Helen went on to confound the doubters, including me. But after nine years she dares to leave by the front entrance? The horror, the horror . . .
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The hordes of press-ganged schoolkids tossing floral tributes, the strike arm of the air force, de-mothballed just for the occasion, lighting their afterburners overhead in unison, the massive ermine-trimmed train rented from the estate of the late Freddy Mercury - great acid Craig.