Posts by Jackie Clark
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This whole thing makes me very uneasy. I'm not quite sure why, apart from that it will be a monstrosity. I already avoid it - not only because too many people make me feel horrendous, and crowded in, but also on principle. To me it represents the anithesis of buying homegrown. So making it bigger just means that apart from going to the gym there - and I go at 6am so there is no-one around - I won't go there at all. But then I know that NZers see shopping as a hobby now, and I am in a very sad minority of people who detest big Australian conglomeration shoppy mall places with their cookie cutter shops and their thousands of zombified people just walking around aimlessly.
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Speaker: Dancing with Dingoes, Part II, in reply to
Oh, I am so with you. I LOVE trifle. My grandma used to make it every Christmas for our family gathering. It combines all my very favourite things. Custard, cream, tipsy fruit, and CAKE. Fabulous.
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I also nominate twatcock because 1) it was coined by one of our own 2) it is a multipurpose word suited to all situations and occasions 3) I am innately scatalogical.
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Hard News: Where nature may win, in reply to
There's also displaced grief where when someone you hardly knows dies, and you weep, not so much for them, but for everyone you have ever lost, really. Grief becomes a universal thing. Once you have grieved deeply, you are more able to externalise it at appropriate moments ie funerals
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Thank you Lilith for the gift of half naked young men in my computer. They're so......nubile.
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Look, there really is nothing for it but a bakeoff. How fortuitous for both Danielle, and I, that we live in your vicinities. I can think of an occasion in the very near future where cake tasting and judging could be arranged. Don't you think?
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Hard News: Where nature may win, in reply to
thanks V
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Russell, will you be giving guided tours of said home office anytime in the future? Because I'm fairly certain that you could make money from it.
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I just heard Gary McCormick's poem for Joseph Dunbar. What a beautiful gift for a devastated family.
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No, Sally, I didn't. goodeye at xtra dot co dot nz