Posts by Emma Hart
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My main complaint was about this:
AIDS has had its turn in the role of global killer and although it has cut a terrible swathe through some populations, it has largely slipped off the front pages.
AIDS in 2005 (latest figures I could find): deaths of 3 million people; new infections of 4-6 million people, and "largely slipped off the front pages" is supposed to be a valid measure of the issue? For anyone to say that, is pretty poor. For a supposedly leading journalist... that's shocking.
Well, that'll learn AIDS for mostly killing people who didn't count anyway.
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I can't go to Subway, ever, it's the freaking endless demands.
Taking the kids through the ordering process at Subway is my partner's idea of purgatory. But the kids could order Subway through school by ticking boxes on a card - this bread, this meat, these vegies. I'd love to see 'em do that in the shops.
I love Subway. But I'm already boycotting my favourite breakfast cereal because Dick Hubbard is a homophobic jerk and my favourite fish because Sealord advocates whaling. This'll hurt a whole lot less.
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Knew? no. Knew of, had a couple of vague run-ins with, heard copious stories about, yeah. The last I remember hearing about them was when the cops were trying to get a non-association order for them, despite them all being brothers. But I'll bet there are some GREAT stories out there somewhere.
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a couple of tangential/sideways encounters with the harris gang (who deserve their own wiki entry).
Cue flood of repressed memories, and shuddering.
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I have never felt in any danger in innercity Christchurch in the wee-small hours, mainly because I take the normal precautions any city-dweller takes
Yeah, me either, though I have to admit that I haven't spent much time there since I sprogged and went all suburban. But as a student in the early 90s I was told many times not to walk through Hagley Park at night.
So of course I did it. And the only people I ran into, two large trenchcoated suspicious-looking individuals, turned out to be good friends.
But I suspect when my kids (currently 12 and 10) cross that cusp and start partying here, they'll be inhabiting a very different city from the one I do, just as I lived in a different Timaru from the one my mother did.
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Quick, everybody, abandon thread!
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But Christchurch isn't to blame, video games are! Garry Moore said so!
When I moved here at 18, I found being out at night in Chch a whole lot LESS threatening than being out at night back home.
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I've always thought losing your tongue would be pretty anoying.
It's probably in the last place you left it.
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Heh, noooo, Linguistics is Anthropology. Hells, everything is Anthropology.
I love it when verbs get nouned, because then 'verb' is a noun, and 'noun' is a verb. That gets me all grammar-nerdy excited the way programmer things get my partner all programmer-nerdy excited. We don't grok each other's nerdiness, but we know when to smile and nod.
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But if it's any consolation, I can't tell a noun from a verb either. Actually, I think I was away from school that day.
My greatest fear is being on a plane during a hijack by grammar terrorists. They point a gun at my head, and ask me to parse a sentence. I'd be: "Mate, do us both a favour, just pull the trigger."
My 7th form English teacher used to make me parse sentences in the same way you'd display a talking monkey. "Look, look, you have to watch this. Emma?" Fecker.
I was reading down this thinking, oh ffs, just verb the bloody noun already.
Eventually I theatered myself so I could get some sleep.
And lo, it was done. This is how internet pidgins are supposed to work. This thread's been well and truly theatred now. But it's made an entertaining change from teaching people who call themselves writers* where to put the freaking speech marks.
*I never call myself a writer. They don't come when you call them anyway.**
** Except when they do, but that's a whole other story.