And just what exactly is a "less-lethal shotgun?" Something that fires bean-bags?
They're afraid of being sued if their weapon-of-disablement actually does kill you. Like the disclaimer "Processed on equipment that also handles eggs, nuts and dairy", so if someone has an allergic reaction the processor can say "Well, we did put a warning on the package".
It's a weasel wording response to truth in advertising principles... We don't intend to kill you if we shoot you with one of these... But we can't rule out the possibility.
Minor quibble with Geoff Stevens' quote:
If I were to make a doco on claustrophobia I wouldn’t go and interview the Minister of claustrophobia. We’d stick someone up a telegraph pole and leave them there.
That wouldn't necessarily worry a Claustrophobe. Now an Acrophobe might be a bit wobbly...
Are you saying MADness, takes its toll?
Not for very much longer…
I think Munted is certainly the NZ "mot de l'année" 2011.
As an aside, I have a problem with "Nek Minnit". I've listened to Levi's rendition in his video multiple times and I'm 100% sure it should have been "Nex Minnit" or even "Neks Minnit".
I know I'm 1 against a billion on this, but "Nek Minnit" really grates, because I am sure I hear a sibilant in there. Perhaps I should start a Facebook page "Nek Minnit Should be Nex Minnit"
A colleague of mine of English descent generously reckoned that Richie McCaw should have been shown a red-card for spear tackling...himself.
When he did the rock-n-roll up-and-over thing onto Pocock(?)'s back.
Gotta give McCaw credit, he did wrest the ball away as he flipped over onto the ground.
A friend of mine sang in a number of RWC anthem choirs in Hamilton and Rotorua. The choir IS miked for singing live and are then "enhanced and complemented" by a recorded track. Sitting in the car with four of them on the drive to Rotorua while they practised the Russian anthem was quite an experience...
Just watched the @peace video....
How on earth did they get into my old student flat to film that music video?
(Channeling Homer J Simpson in a more classy oeuvre...)
I really, really like the way the story starts off as an innocent anecdote from Dr. David's past (...who knows? He just might have been into entomolgy at some stage in his widely varied academic career) and then just surreptitiously segues into the bizarre world of The Mothman Prophecies or an episode of the X-Files - while taking a sideways dig at talkback radio.