Ultra slow ultra runner; Election loser; Eating contest winner; Doting father; Sometime: Podcaster; Filmmaker; Biz starter.
Took George for the last of his shots today, so in a week he starts puppy classes. Afterwards we took a walk down to the gallery, all I can say is some peoples art is other peoples stupid crap.
Apparently it’s the twenty-somethingth birthday of the PC about now, this was my first.
Before I forget, Heloise & Yojimbo gave me and the hot one a tour around some of the TVNZ studios on the weekend, here are a couple of the photos:
We’ve been trying to teach George some tricks, started simple with sit and lie down, and now he’s pretty much got ‘play dead’ as well. Not bad for a little baby.
His favourite flavour for today is fried bread (from The Bake Haus on Ponsonby Rd).
The new Pizza Hut pizza boxes suck arse. They’ve started using 100% recycled cardboard… They’re readily distinguished from the old ones – they’re grey. And they sag. And therefore they don’t protect the pizza.
You’d think they could have tested them a bit, yeah?
Okay, so I said there were 7… Now there are… None.
The Vector shoe gnomes have been and gone, and stolen all our precious shoes.
Apparently it takes four men, and two cherry-pickers, to take 7 pairs of shoes off the line. I guess this is where your line maintenance dollars go.
I wonder who complained.
Maybe ‘the man’ is reading my site.
No sooner do I mention the shoe line, than another bloody pair of trainers appears. So, now there are 7. Eat your heart out bra fence.
I’ve added a new section: Panoramas. They’re pretty big, and maybe a bit boring for most people, but I wanted to play with them, so there you go.
Also, George’s absolute favourite flavour of the month for August is cardboard.
No change to the six pairs of shoes on the powerlines across the road from my house, the popular explanation is usually that they’re advertising a tinnyhouse, thing is, with so many shoes, so poorly targeted, how would anyone know which house to go to?..
I guess it’s better than graffiti.
I’m spending all my savings on a trip to Vietnam, I’m going there to eat a dog, a rat, and a kitten… I’m hoping to set up as a tour guide, I’m going to call this tour the ‘Eat your pets, you sick fuck, but do it overseas so you don’t feel guilty, or realise that I’m gouging you like an-angry-Spanish-bull-in-Pamplona on the prices’ tour.
I’ll see you guys when I get back.
It turns out that beer makes politics fun.
