Do they REALLY know its Xmas?

Some people who might disagree. NE 1 in India, Sumatra, Indonesia, Sri Lankia, Pakistan, Bangladesh et al ( Muslim and Ismalic people exclude of course - but i think you get what I mean). On the way here Mr Radio DJ told me the estimated toll from the tsunami is know at 70K. Kinda puts 9/11 into a perspective. Not that 9/11 isnt important. We all know it was and still is.

The Sri Lankian cricket team has been touring NZ. Today the tour was finally called off for the time being. Very Understandable. I was going to see them play the Black Caps yesterday but they delayed that. Its a lil disappointing but I understand there's more important things than Cricket.

Does any one remember studying Tidal Waves and Tsunami at school?? I vaguely recall them in a geoclass somewhere.

On a more personal note, we are fast running out of xmas ham. I'm getting a lil concerned.

Angels and Demons

So I have spent the last few days churning through Dan Brown's 'Angels and Demons' and 'Deception Point'. these are the 'cousins' of the nearly infamous 'The Da Vinci Code' (Which is my read of this century- and a million other readers 2) . And what a read they were. DP was a very unbeliveable adventure story. Kind of Indianna Jones on Ice, though not as good as an Indy movie. Well thas cos its a book I guess. The real find though is Angles and Demons. It is a great puzzle solver like the Da Vinci Code - set in Rome with the Popes and All his Saints in trouble. Ambigrams are cool.

Dan Brown isnt a great writer in the sense that say Stephen King is with his writing style but he puts together an amazing story full of the most (in)credible facts. Its like reading a history lesson and actually enjoying it.

Having now read three Dan brown books I realise there is all ways - a deceptive character who is not whom he claims to be. Allways a double cross of sorts. Always a pretty woman. Always a pretty woman who sleeps with the pretty man. Or has already slept with the pretty man and giving him grief... U get the picture.

I'm gonna go get me a copy of the other book soon. Either way 'Harry Potter and His Spilt Chamber Pot' can just bugger off.
How got 72. Close, but no cigar.

Dion, ur a lucky boy

So I was just walking down the street when I spyed a woman who looked like former SilverFern , Bernice Mene. Pretty sure it was her. She was on the other side so I walked and stared. Get to the Corner and opposite me is Ma Nonu! THEN, a big 4 wheel drive that soccer mums like to drive came around the corner. Jerry Collins was the the driver. He was picking up Nonu. And i'm like shit 3 sports stars in 3 seconds. Cool.

So I go into the Bank, do the banking thing and come out. Then I realise I didn't check if Nonu was wearing make up.


Faith restored....

So like the Black Caps beat the Aussies in the one dayer last night. A freakin David Tua O for Owesome !! First time in 8 ODIs since we beat them. (I can't actually remember the last time we beat them in a test but that's another story!) A super spell by Vettori put NZ in the game and then Astle and Sinclair did the hard yards batting allowing for magnificent Marshall and McCullum to play out a magic 22 run over to allow for the win with 2 balls to spare. Brilliant. Faith restored.. till McGrath and Gillespe line up next time...

Here's a classic blog I came across. Its a paraody of a 'trailer trash' family. Just wickedly funny. No Ipod users in that family I expect.

A posting with no mention of an Ipod I swear

A young man named Rocky received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Rocky tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to "clean up" the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, Rocky was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. Rocky shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder. In desperation, Rocky threw up his hands, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed and cursed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute. Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, Rocky quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto Rocky 's outstretched arm and said,
"I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

Rocky was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued,
"May I ask what the turkey did wrong?"

Fun with anagrams

The Fundy Post is pretty unhappy with the folk at Maxim Institute .

Both groups clearly have different ideologies about how the world should function. One of the goals of the FP 'to promote a tolerant, responsible, and open society'. In contrast, Maxim does not believe prostitution should be legal.

NE way, one particular gripe the FP has of Maxim is that it is offically registered as an "educational charity" but that it doesnt really measure up in this regard becasue of its politcal activity (such as campaining against the Civil Unions Bill which is before Parliament.) Thus the FP is questioning the true status of Maxim as a charity.

The FP considers that "We uneducated members of the public are paying tax so they don't have to."

So I threw 'Maxim Institute' into an anagram solver and the best result was:

(T)Tax Immunities.

FYI - The Fundy Post is a web publication by the NZ Association of Rationalists and Humanists

Have you tried Ray's Sauce?

So like I went to the Races at Trentham yesterday. Not one freaking collect. One trifecta I picked came in 1st, 3rd and 4th. Damn you, Sharka Zulu! The highlight of the day was therefore probably when it was pointed out to me a horse called 'Rays Sauce'. If you're slow like me say it aloud.

Took Dad to the Feathers to play the evil , evil pokies and they kicked us out before we could even get a drink!! Damn you private functions.

Dinner with Dad and B at Anise in Cuba Street was pretty damn good - we shared the meals around. The chicken something a rather was a delight to eat. Its a step up from the usual fair I'm used to!

Then I gatecrashed Flatmate's work party. It was fairly wild from then on, home 4am ish, my wine soaked suit needs at visit to the cleaners. Full credit must go to Flatmate for puking only after he had hastily exited the cab and not inside.

I wonder if Ray has an Ipod.

Remuera is Maori for Uptight.

Newsboy pulled out a classic Eating Media Lunch last night. He took us on an ‘Insipid Journey’ which TV1 had refused to screen. The destination of Remuera was inspired. He took the piss of the rich people -that’s always fun innit? The visit to the gun battlements from World War II (?) was wickedly funny. The gun battlement had been built to defend Auckland from the invading Japanese and Newsboy explained how the guns had never been fired in anger as the Japs never showed up to play. Newsboy pointed out the irony that the battlement was now overrun by invading Japanese tourists everyday.

Maybe the red wine made it funnier than it now seems.