Posts by Mahal
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It's been quite some time since I cycled; but I wore bike shorts with a decent chamois, and cycling shirts from Ground Effect. They didn't look spectacularly stupid. Mostly I wore them because I like having pockets available for my phone, cash etc - and women's clothing, including sporting clothing, has a chronic lack-of-pockets issue. My winter top (long sleeved) was a horrendous shade of hi-vis green, which made 6/7am rides to work less fraught, summer tops were a entirely boring dark red. I also had cycling shoes/pedals, mostly because a kind friend bought them for me.
Cycling gloves were a given for me, too; I've since sold the rest of my gear, but I've kept the gloves because I like them so much. -
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Have chipped into the hat. I get a lot out of reading PA, I'm happy to help!
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Judging from the lawnmower chorus in my neighbourhood, the appropriate activity on Waitangi Day is gardening. I split my time between a book in the hammock, shifting rocks, laying weedmat, contemplated the lawnmower a couple of times but didn't actually fire it up, and retreated indoors to the Internet (and a G&T) about 6pm after being stung by a wasp.
It was a pretty good day, actually.
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OnPoint: MSD's Leaky Servers, in reply to Sacha,
This outlines the basic process. Note, it's not quite what Keith will have done - he started with File->Open in Word, instead of opening an Explorer window - but the process is the same thereafter. It's something you can do in any office that uses a Windows network (depending on the security your IT department puts in place). I couldn't find screenshots with a quick google, but it'd be easy enough to whip up.
On a Mac it's even simpler; open a Finder window, look under Shared in the sidebar at the left.
(For context, I work in tech support, as a fledgling admin - frankly even my skillbase is sufficient to avoid this sort of fustercluck.) -
Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to Tom Ackroyd,
That is one gorgeous shot.
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Top to bottom you have:
The 17-year-old sweetheart who adopted us at our previous flat.
We now have three SPCA specials. Candy is as neurotic as the average calico.
Boomer (big cat) is a 7.5kg bruiser, and the sweetest, talkiest cat I have ever been owned by. Yes, he's sitting on Tigra.
Tigra isn't very bright. This is generally her favourite position when I'm at my desk. -
Email from my (UK ex-pat) husband yesterday (we're in Auckland) - "Snow. In Symonds St. What the...? I thought I left this kind of weather behind!"
Pleasantly warm night owing to oil heater turned up a notch, sheepskin moved from floor to bed, and deeply appreciative cat nestled somewhere in the middle of the duvet.
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I'm sorry. My heart goes out to you (and, I'm sure, others in Christchurch in the same boat) who have to deal with this on top of everything you've already suffered.
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Married, and I will buy my better half underwear - but only if he asks me to. Otherwise I assume, accurately I presume, that he's a grownup and can buy his own pants when needed.
Also, a somewhat drunken conversation at a party a few months back revealed that different brands have different allowances for various bits. It seems some styles are far more accommodating of larger bollocks than others (you may insert sniggering jokes yourself).
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I've been in Christchurch a couple of times since the quake for work. The fenced off parts were smaller this time, and I saw more of Christchurch's devastation than I had previously. The cathedral in particular - I drove past it accidentally and cannot express how saddening it was. I'm not good with words.
It's obvious to me that there have been changes in those three months, possibly because I work for a company somewhat involved in the repairs. Road with smaller or no holes, houses with sewerage instead of chemical toilets, houses in the middle of roof repairs. But it's equally clear to me, talking to the Chch-based staff, how depressing day-to-day life is for them right now, how stressed out and worn down they are, and how slow some of the changes feel; and I really, really, admire the way they have just ... kept on keeping on.
