Posts by Greg Wood
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I never do this, but I laid a formal complaint about Mr Moore's post, asking for retraction or correction, and apology.
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The story is a melange of incidents and experiences, but the background is this: on the one day that I'd decided to follow every single rule to the letter, I was sworn and spat at for being a "f***ing cyclist", while riding my bike in my lane on a not-too-busy road towards a red light. The guy who yelled at me clearly had other issues, but the disdain and passion he showed made it seem like I was in his mind a "f***ing cockroach!".
And now a spate of deaths and injuries have shocked everyone - but once again raised the hackles of all those who have forgotten they've ever ridden a bike, or know someone who has, or does. The discussion is threatening to turn back into the good old "us vs. them" arguments.
There is no us or them. There's only you. And me. On a bike. Or in a car.
The original post contained the full swear words to carry the weight of passion I've been experiencing, but we've chosen to insert asterisks to make it easier to share. Please feel free to copy and paste and place it wherever you like, with a link back to this version or the original version, as suits.
And mark December 5th on your calendar. Details to come!
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Hey Russell, btw - what DO you usually wear under that desk?! When I was on It's Academic, we lost pretty much exclusively due to overactively imagining Lockwood Smith wearing a tutu...
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Quite stunned by that slo-bieber tune; particularly awesome when watched in tandem with space footage, e.g.
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News of the new cable would have made me happier than I already was about seeing the M%^$&^%$&F^%&^%ING PIXIES, but my cup of delerium had well runneth over far in advance.
And to have all my friends and my gorgeous wife (her hair flying everywhere) part of such a delightful and appreciative crowd making a meal out of such a rawly spectacular and generous performance? That put the icing on the cake that got shoved into the top of my overrunning cup.
So much so that after the show I was approached by a shady character who wanted to know if I was the one beaming my face off the whole concert, and if he could perchance help me shift some of whatever I was on...
Mate, I was on The Pixies.
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Thank you, Slarty -- I've been nervously watching from the sidelines, a bit stunned at the violence, but your post is the first I've read that makes me angry enough to actually get off my arse and do something about it, and maybe even start to do it myself at home instead of signing more petitions. I might start by making a list: riding to work 3x a week, instead of driving myself in the Rav. Swapping out the bulbs. That sort of thing. And then figuring out why the F^&%^CK the giant recycling bin I put out this morning was 3/4 full. What the hell WAS all that goddamned plastic stuff? And why?! And then... reconsidering my job. Argh. But that will be easier than the conversation I'd otherwise have to have with my daughter in ten years.
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Ahahaha... Actually -- IIRC -- Jolisa's magazines were Tammy and Misty. I always preferred Misty because of the darker subject matter, and was mortified to see the issue where they "merged" -- and see Misty's logo get smaller every month thereafter until - *poof*! - it disappeared one day without a word...
I never got over it, and eventually married a girl who looked like one of the characters from a Misty story.
ANYway... about a month ago the Herald started turning up in our letterbox. I rang them and asked them to cancel; I don't want piles of unused paper in my house. They claim not to be delivering it to us. The only explanation I can think of is that one of our neighbours hates the paper SO MUCH that they get up every morning and shift it to our letterbox.
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Coming as it does on the first cool blustery day of this Autumn, a year into our return from strange lands where money is everything to find myself at less than half the net income we were on over there, thanks to a four-day-week with no immediate hope of a fifth, and facing down a second winter with Baby II crawling round the place eating my Kings Arms nights out... well I'm gonna print this out and carry it around with me for a bit and see if I can remember just why I love this Funky Seaside Village so damned much. Russell - thanks man.
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The weirdness on the streets was something else. My poor sweetheart only had to get from Westmere to Pt Chev to pick up our 3-y-o from daycare, and ended up on Meola Rd for nearly half an hour with an 8-month-old nutter losing it in the back seat. Not pleasant. Fully two hours later I barrelled past stopped traffic on my way home from Parnell to Pt Chev on the scooter, and made up for being actually chased through Westhaven by a road-raging lunatic (actually, chased, at 80+ over speed humps until I could escape up the Shelly Beach Rd offramp by sliding round the corner at the bottom) by stopping to ask three separate similar baby-carrying cars if I could help, by picking up something from the dairy or anything. Cheered me and them up no end! I felt like a white knight on a trusty steed, only I was wearing black and my scooter is black. Um. Whee!
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Graham - for some reason I imagine the band was probably Buffalo Daughter: -- and even if it wasn't, it probably should have been... doesn't get much more Tokyo than that.