Doug and Fran have headed off to do volunteer work in Tanzaire. This is their reward. Check out The Mantee's blog, This Aint No Toto Song!
Not that I'd want to see a giraffe being eaten by a lion but seeing this beast reminds me to remind you to check out my Animals Eating Animals website. I swear no giraffes have been hurt in the making of the site...but maybe a zebra or three got ate up by a lioness.
So like the Moody Coops proudly supported Chucky at his and Deb's Wedding. I think we played okay - we'd practiced heaps.
Was a bit nervous and nearly missed the intro queue but it was pretty fun to rock out at the end. Not bad for my first 'live' performance I reckon. Had heaps of fun with the players, before, during and at the after match function!! Props to Manatee for a great speech.
I am scared that the guy on the right appears to have semblance in looks to Quentin Taratino...
And all this reminded me I forgot to ask in the last post - did anyone else notice Bono come into early for a verse during One? I thought it was only me but the Manatee thought so - like the Stones did in Easter when Mick Jagger missed a cue, the band played around it and it sounded sweet - a testament to good musos everywhere.
Amusing question from Charlie Chicken after the gig, "What was the name of the song with the Kite?"
Hmm guess I'm still buzzing.
P.S. Go fuck yourself Tom Cardy.
According to blogger this is my 701st post. I'm catching u DPF!
Well I refuse to pay for a fix it man to come round till I have had a chance to make sure it is completely fucked.
So the washing machine is full of water on the top floor of a 2 story house. I shoplifted a hose from the Warehouse ($8.99, would have been a bargain!) and use it to siphon the water out the window. Who knew gravity could be so helpful? (Newton - Ed)
Then I up-ended the washer and removed the panel. And there was a fucking green flannel in there! How the hell it got in there, only the God of Washers and Plungers knows. The flanel had decided it was in love with the spinny thing attached to pump thingy.
Careful adherence to the theory of 'if it doubt give it clout' freed the part. The 17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th washes of the week quickly followed. The universe was quickly restored to its normal working order.
For my troubles I got a freshly made batch of cheese scones... pay for a lightbulb change indeed.
'Walk the Breaker'
Johnny Utah a disillusioned country singer infiltrates the dead musician's brothers bank robbing surfing gang. He falls under the spell of Boodie Carter a mysterious surfing guru played by Reece Witherspoon.
Gary Busey plays his manager. Johnny gets addicted to riding the waves and lets Boodie crowd surf the super country western event in Australia to oblivion. The End
Or Walk the Line and Total Recall 'Total Line Dancing'
Johnny Quaid a disillusioned country singer doing GIS on Mars remembers he is a secret agent. Sharon Stone plays June Carter the romantic interest who is also a pyschotic planted actress.
Cue lots of snappy one liners in a thick austrian accent 'Dat explosion was Folsom Prison Ka-blue-ey!!'
Or Walk the line and Waynes World
'I can sing better than Johnny Cash....not.'
or Walk the line and Thriller
'Cos this is Country.....country night and no ones gonna save you from the singing about to strike'
Or Walk the Line and Ray. Jamie Fox would just slap Joacquin Phoenix in the face and then walk off the set. The end.
Summary: Set in 2345, Ann Darrow crashlands on Mars to find green aliens are living in harmony with peace loving mung beans. They fix her ship and give her some cake. The End.
Erm, not exactly like that but the point is that it is sent in this most unbelievable world where Weta are scary and dinosaurs are second in command to one phat gorrilla.
This movie is freakin scary, funny and exhilirating all at once. Jaybee broke three bones in my hand from crunchng it tight at various times. The highlight for me was the t rex (pl.) vs Kong. A never ending rumble in the jungle. Bonecrusher would be a suitable nickname for the hairy back. The cooks death by giant worm was pretty cool too - trademark jackson gore.
This movie makes Jurrasic Park look like a stale cake walk in which you win some mouldly bannacake. Interestingly, I didn't spy one bannana in the whole movie but I spied with my 20/20 eye some subtle references in there such as the box in the cargo hold saying 'Sumatran Rat Monkey' which I think refs Braindead.
The climatic assault on the atop the empire statebuilding was pretty thrilling. When Kong jumped and smashed a pesky plane I cheered. When they shot him in the back I jeered. All this while, the women folk checked that their tear ducts were still working.....beautiful.
Then we went and spent our ready readies at the Time Out arcade. Who knew Pod Racing was sooo addictive?
That's it. Get back to work!
In what turned out to be a high school reunion of sorts the us lads sunk a few beers, spun a few yarns and had a merry old time - I guess this is one of those had to be there things. Aye manatee?
Headed off to Havana Bar - too full, couldn't be assed waiting in the line. Went to JJ's - boring. Found a G.L.L. at Tupelos and we were away.
My simile of the evening was "Come like a train". I'll leave the meaning of that to your imaginations.
The dude that thought it would be funny to casually swing an axe around in the middle of a crowded room turned out to be quite the comedian… if my lemonade addled memory served me correctly the following exchange was kinda funny.
Crazy Guy (with sarcasm): Dude, you have more pick-up lines than the Pope.
The Manatee: Umm the Pope’s dead bro.
Crazy Guy: Yeah.
Cue Manatee reduced to tears. Or was he just wet because I accidentally spilled a gin and tonic on him when he was break dancing. I can hardly recall.
|JJ and Mount Ngarahoe|
Us crazy kids headed off in two cars shortly after 7ish. Destination: National Park.
Me and Hey Bert! in the back, The SAS and a TiJuana stray upfront in car one, The Manatee, E, Fran Fine (the other one!) and Ms M in the other. The Speights was strictly rationed for me and Bert because I’d give you a beer but I’ve only got six.
NE ways the four hours of road trippin’ with my allies consisted of J5, FHM, Speights, V, insulting txt messages, Manic Street Preachers and a lil bit of chit chat about whom is doing what to whomever….
Arrive at Back packers sans beer. There is no equivalent of the Feathers in sight. This is not good. Not to worry the Manatee kept us well entertained…
Cut to 6.30am. Raw Spaghetti for breakfast and off 2 the mountains. Destination: Tongariro crossing.
The Fellowship started out a happy crew, eager to break on thru to the other side. A happy jaunt across the country side? A stroll through the park? Not quite.
Early on we thought we saw Gollum once, but it was just a manatee out of water. Eating a raw chicken. Go figure.
We come to the first lil hill after about an hour. Its straight up and it aint no use complaining. But everyone did. My lungs put in for a transfer and my knees demanded surgery. Wicked view at the top. Mordor in all its glory. Whatever.
Through a moon like crater and up the Ridge. That was one mean mother. Very strong cold winds made for a freaky time for some of the less experienced of the Fellowship. It was quite testing for some of em but I just loved it. Nothing like frezzing yo’ ass off for a challenge. Our trial was well rewarded with perfect views of Mt Ngarahoe, and the Emerald Lakes. Freakin Brilliant.
The crazy thing about this whole trip was all the god dam tourists. Not that there’s any thing wrong with them - it was the way they approached the trip. Take for example the English Tourists. A certain operator had clearly sold them the day trip package as a sweet jaunt to see a pretty lake. About 40 (?) young pommies turned up in jeans and sandals for an 8 hour hike. Freakin ridiculous. The tourist operator that let them go was taking a risk. If it had of rained when it was tough going many of that lot would all have had hypothermia in 20 mins. Seriously, these guys were under prepared for the trip.
NE way the otherside was all sun, sun, sun and fun, fun, fun so they were lucky. But I rant too much.
LSS made it to the otherside by 4pm. Great vistas all round. A bus picked us up and took us to our lonely cars. I found 2 speights under the seat. Bert and Eye celebrate. Us men deserved a DB. Or not. Who drinks DB? I'd give you a beer but I've only got two.
We hot footed it (or is that hot tired) to Taupo. Checked in at a backpackers and went to De Bretts Hot pools for a well earned soak. Absolute Bliss. Just the ticket for our heavy legs.
Then off to dinner at erm.. Cob and Co… Oh the shame! Nah we just wanted a cheap meal before we hit town. I had the roast beef and I think I ate it in 4 mins. Nothing like a well earned meal!
So to town it was. Or not. I crashed big time after dinner. 3 beers in the evening and I was done. Home asleep by 10ish.
Sun – Breakfast on the Taupo lake front and then the big old drive back to Wellington.
Thanks to the SAS for all the organising. And stuff.
And there endeth the story.
I’ll post some photos later.
Update: Did the Tongariro trip again in 2011, still good, and still handsome!
In a nutshell its the story of one man struggle against the oppressive ruling Party to which he belongs. Its an attack on communism and a search for personal freedom. The lives of the people are run and dictated to by means of propanda, surveillance, torture and maxims like War is Peace. Or Freedom is Oppression. I think I just made that one up, but it sounds Orwellian as they say.
I'm up to where Winston is in Room 101 and he's being tortured. Its a brilliant piece of writing. By that I mean not only are the concepts original* and relevant to life but the style of writing its top notch.
Orwell has something to say about humans and life and how we live it on everypage. If you're into personal freedoms this could be the book for you.
Back in third form at High School (all those years ago) we were force fed Animal Farm by Orwell. I remember it being a great story about pigs.** March you fuckers! (Ok on a reread no one will get that ref - its to Nine Inch Nails ....) I fear I'll always remember that the Raven/Black Bird was a symbol of religion and it flew away when things got tough and corrupted and absolutely corrupted.
I wonder how the Raven will fly now that the Pope John Paul has been given the sacrament of Last Rites.
*To me anyway
** Hey Manatee - Remember Pig Power and the Pig Party?????
"Fuk I need a drink. I would sell my greasy soul for a drink. Crickets been dull too. Horrses still racing. Thats my blog."
So he can't count nor spell, but cut him some slack will ya? He is an endangered species after all.
Had a great night out (in) at The Manatee and his wife's place last night. The usual suspects were there. After drinking Steinlagers at the Feathers I switched to Speights. 'They' say 'if u drink Speights, you lose your mates' but that aint true. We all know it means Superior Piss Enjoyed In Great Hotels Throughout Southland. Too random for ya?
Test cricket - So Micheal Clark and Gilly are giving the Black Caps a bit of a pasting ... bout time the Aussie Juggernaut switched on... Stoked Shrek got a century yesterday. Is he really the new Chris Cairns? Maybe if his bowling gets a lil bit better...
New U2 album out on Monday. Wicked.
This was inspired by myfriend the The Manatee.
Enjoy ... Or not.
The administration of life
Of an existance
The administration of life has got me down
Life lies listless
I smile upside down
Head not thinking clearly
Out for the count
Bloody on the canvass matt.
The beaucracy of life has got me down
My feculent frown