Posts by Dinah Dunavan
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From YouTube
Roleplaying games.Oh oh oh. That was Sweets, when a somewhat younger boy.
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I fondly recall the year we arrived in Dunedin and discovered house prices were so low we could buy a house* on my man's US Gold Master Card. A card he had from the days of being a well paid computer programmer, and it had NO fees. Of course when it came to getting a mortgage (SBS's interest rates were better than Master Card offered) that same credit was counted against us. So we cancelled the card.
Every few months westpac offers us a gold visa, I check out the fees and discover that we would have to pay double the fees for gold and I really can't work out what we'd get in return.
* Admitedly a small house in Cockerell street
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I know there are some pervy people out there but for goodness sake, who cares what knickers you wear and how saggy your boobs are. If you wont dance naked in your own home because you think the neighbours will see you, what a sad sack of a world we live in.
I reckon if anyone gets a glimpse of something shocking as they stroll past my place, who cares. Of course if they hide behind the fence, hoping to get a glimpse, I'll sent the dogs on them. Dog drool is hard to clean up and Timmy is very licky.
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After a miserable week, antibiotics
I've had so much fun with google that I completely forgot my immediate reaction to your post, Russell.
Does this mean that you are a lot sicker than you intimated last week? Or is your doctor not up to speed on how to treat influenza?
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Robin of Luxley, oh lucky you.
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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.
I also favour gack. It starts as GEC (global economic crisis/crunch) and morphs into geck then gack (helps to add nasal twang as you say geck).
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(establishing a non-profit org to fund journalism)
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Having been largely vegetarian for the past 15 years we have decided that we should eat what we kill (except possums) and so our freezer has some deer, some pig, some fish, and some cow in it (actually the cow and fish are koha).
Problem is, I have no idea how to cook the damn stuff. I did the goat as if it was sheep, goat shanks, slow cooked with dried fruit and herbs, yum. But the cow, which is pretty close to veal, we've been told, I'll probably turn into some over cooked tough leather. Then we'll wonder what all the fuss is about.
We've decided the chooks are pets and they get to die of old age and be buried under the rhubarb, or given away. The old girl was laying up unitl her death last year.
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And if nobody buys our food, we can eat it ourselves
It is true that NZ grows a lot of food, and exports much of it. But we should look back at the 1930s depression to get an idea of what could happen this time. If farms can't sell their produce at a profit, they don't produce. They stop growing crops and potentially go bust.
Many small farmers lost their farms during the 1930s depression and then took to the roads as swaggers, or made new roads under the government work scheme.
It wasn't uncommon for men to go from house to house asking to be given any work in return for food.
Women queued at soup kitchens.
And this was at a time when many homes had gardens and chooks. My grandparents house, built in the 1920s, had a large garden and chook house. Now there is a second house.
I'm looking forward to the time when the local councils stop mowing and spraying parks and let them be used for livestock. Viva la revolucion!
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Rose-wilting heat in Dunedin last year? Unprecedented! This year though there's been lots of snow around so clearly global warming is a myth.
We had 25 degrees one day and snow the next. Apparently, according to a colleague's mother, this is a clear indication that global warming is nonsense.