Posts by Megan Wegan
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It's not perving, Isabel. It's just enjoying beauty. One may appreciate the aesthetic without sexualising. I mean, I don't want to have sex with them. But I do like to look. Okay, so it's perving.
Hadyn, I really wish you hadn't told me about this at work. I really am not going to get any work done this afternoon.
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I think Christ's is nominally Anglican, and St Andrew's is Presbyterian/Scots. St Bede's is for the Mickey Doolans, as they say.
Yep.
And it is the same with the sister schools. Rangi Ruru is Presbyterian, St Margaret's is Anglican. I guess Villa is St Bede's sister school?
Oh, right, blame it on the gingas again.
Yep....dyed my hair brown again, so I can join the ginga bashing.
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I seem to recall that Chch had a phenomenal number of madames and bordellos back in the goldrush days, when the panners and miners came to town for a bit of r & r.
It still does.
Surely one just lies depending on the reaction you want to provoke.
I got in trouble once, when I asked an old school friend where she was living these days (how very Wellington of me).
She drawled, fen-DAAAAHL-ton. And you?
Apparently my response of Ric-CAAAAR-ton was overly sarcastic.
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Of course what this means is that there will be roughly four minutes of amazing, tense, close college basketball on Sunday stretched out (via time-outs and fouls) over half an hour. [On ESPN, Sunday from 10am]
Only in one game. My Tarheels are going to wipe the floor with Villanova.
And Hadyn, when will you understand that the fouls and timeouts are past of the strategy, and enhance the intensity?
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Moving here from elsewhere, it really struck me how it seemed to matter what school you went to and what suburb you lived in.
Last year I was in a bar in Wellington, chatting to a seemingly normal man, who when he found out I was from Christchurch said "Really? What school did you go to?"
I made him buy me another drink. And then found my friends again.
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A few faces I recognised suggested we were about to have one of those 'ex-Christ's lawyer-boy' versus 'ex-St Bedes cockies in for the weekend' fights break out, and while I enjoyed the scoring system (some arcane combination of 'people put in the emergency room' plus 'girls got off with' multiplied by 'number of ancestors on First Four Ships plaque' minus 'number of mates passed out on road' divided by 'arrest record') I had a duty to protect Bob. Even if he was taller than me these days.
Oh God, my early twenties just flashed before my eyes.
The shame .
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How cool is that?
I am impressed. I do wonder how they found you, though. Exactly what do you search to come up with that sentence?
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the only problem I have with it is that it makes me wish I lived in Wellington even more than usual.
Because your Welly twitter friends are so cool?
I ma having conversations, and wasting far too much of my time posting inanity.
But the original reason I signed up was that lots of the smart and interesting people I know were on it, and posting links to smart and interesting things.
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I felt very inadequate in my crowd yelling
Jo was sitting next to me, so she can attest that I relied on the tried and true "Woo" and "Yeah" and "oooooo"
apart from the bit near the end where Suffer Jet got blocked into the crowd, allowing Perky Nah-Nah to take lead jammer. The crowd went fucking crazy over it, awesome!)
That was, in fact, awesome. And she got straight back up. I am in awe of those women.
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hink we weren't scared either
Hmmmm Fair Point. I'll do it if Julie does.....
Seriously though, I've been a fan for ages, and then a blogger I've read for years started doing it.
But I didn't realise how awesome you guys are until I saw it in the flesh (no pun intended). It's such a mix of serious athleticism, skills, fitness, pink, and that sound when skin hits wood at high speed.
Who was it that fell in (I think) the third jam near where Ginger Tonyx was standing that like, got major air? And got straight back up.
Incredible.