Moving on out.

Morgan Avery

We’re moving to the nice new place in Epsom on Saturday, we’ve booked a couple of guys with a truck to move all our heavy shit, and we’ve packed 90% of our worldly goods into cardboard boxes in the spare bedroom.

I’m always surprised by how much booze we have.  Must be 30 bottles of various things.  (Mostly wine, of course, but surprisingly much vodka.  Skyy, Absolut, and a couple of bottles of 42Below.)

My stereo is in a box, my CDs are all in boxes.  Even my books are all boxed up and hidden away.  It’s funny how you suddenly want to start listening to more music when you can’t – I mean, only funny considering how little I listen to the good stereo – I mostly just listen to a crappy little clock radio tuned to National.  It sits on the big filing cabinet in my office, while the nice Denon components are away in the lounge.

We’ve sold heaps of stuff through TradeMe, too.

We discovered that we had loads of cool stuff that we weren’t using.  Claire sold ~10 pairs of shoes, many of which had never even been worn, I sold the weight bench and boxing bag (there’s nowhere for them in the new place, and while I really enjoy going out to the garage and pushing up some weights and getting my arms all pumped up, I don’t fancy doing it in the garden shed in the new place) my old car stereo, a powered subwoofer, and so on and so forth.  All well worth while.

Anyway, I have to go to a late meeting with some clients in an hour or so, and I need to get ready and head down to Manukau, so adieu, and get out of my theatre.

Noodles? Again?

Morgan Avery

Yes, I know, I know.   Man cannot live by noodles alone.  That’s why last night we had kumara chips, asaparagus drizzled with lemon juice and butter, salad with pine nuts, cheese and a good balsamic, and a really great quiche.  But for lunch, yes, I had noodles.  Forgive me.  Nong Shim Kimchi Bowl.

Noodles.

Morgan Avery

Yesterday I had a serious jones for some noodles, so I headed on down to Kim’s Club, the neighbourhood Korean supermarket, and grabbed a few things I fancied the look of (a few different noodles, and a bag of Korean fake onion rings).  For lunch I had Potato Noodle Soup, which I reviewed some months ago, and it was really, really good.  But today I had a new pot-style Kimchi noodle, and here is the review: Nong Shim Big Bowl Kimchi.

Tagging is NOT street art.

Morgan Avery

Charmingly, over night someone decided that the wall around our property looked like a great place to shit.  By which I mean, paint their revoltingly tacky tags.  They also painted one of our neighbors’ cars, I helped him get it off with a bit of turps and some elbow grease.

Then I went ahead and turpsed off the worst of the paint on the walls and windows (the windows were nice and easy) and repainted all the walls.  There was a certain sense of urgency, as we had some people coming to look at the house to rent it at 12:30.

Who’d move into a freshly spray painted house?  Not me.

The girl that lives in there must have been delighted to go outside in the morning and find "Bitch" sprayed in foot high letters on her wall.

Our lovely gate.

Jeeze. So much painting. Bastards.

That's right, all over the window too.

If your browser doesn’t suck, rolling over the images will show you the cleaned up walls and suchlike.

Oopsie.

Morgan Avery

Turns out watching all this American television is bad for your bandwidth, last month we went 4 gigs over our cap, mostly in the last few days of the month, and this month we accidentally hit 10 gigs by the middle of the month.  So, we’ve been speed limited to 64k.  This. Sucks.

I don’t know how people live with dial-up connections any more, you can’t. do. anything. at. these. speeds.

Kids, don’t blow through your cap!

World famous in New Zealand.

Morgan Avery

With the kind assistance of the second youngest Mr Reeve, I can proudly present to you the video of ‘my’ thing on 3 News.

Everyone who saw my extended appearance on the old TV show The Drum knows that if I talk too much, I say things I completely don’t mean, and regret it for years (it would have helped if the ever lovely Jennifer Weathercenter hadn’t asked such exclusively stupid questions).

Now, well, it turns out that if you do exactly what you’re told, you just end up being boring, and probably regret it a little bit then too.

One day I’ll do it all exactly how I want, and then I’ll be happy.

This first one is just the teaser bit, which features Claire, she didn’t speak on camera, but made a much better performance when she was interviewed for Radio Live than I ended up doing for TV3.

I didn’t put it up sooner, ‘cos I had to sort out a weird problem with the player completely messing up my whole page.

And this is the whole thing as played on TV3, I’m only on for like 8 seconds.

I don’t know where that line about seeing everything came from, I didn’t see everything, I never ever said I saw everything.  I heard the crash, I saw the car and driver go around the corner, then I saw the kid on the ground.  I didn’t see the crash, I didn’t see the kid flying through the air, or anything else.

National Radio vs. The Monkey

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Today we’re doing it with audio, please forgive the experiment.  Let me know if you like the format.

(Click the image to listen.  You must have the flash plugin.)

My point with the email was, I guess, that I’m a New Zealander, this is my home – the only home I’ve ever known. And saying that Maori have been here forever is not only wrong, in some ways it’s used as an exclusionary tactic to say "we belong here, this is our land, you’re just out guest". Because the reality is that they had a head start of just 500 years, which sounds like a long time, and it is, but it’s nothing like the tens of thousands of years that are sometimes claimed.

All of the peoples in New Zealand came from somewhere else, and in this sense there are no true natives, not Maori, not Pakeha.

The point of posting it here today is less clear.  But I hope you liked it all the same.

Things and things and stuff.

Morgan Avery

I’ve been writing ‘things that aren’t this websote’ lately, you may have noticed.

The other day I put up another noodle review, another one from Trident, this time from their Sensations range – Pad Kee Mao.  They’re not very exciting.

We’re thinking very hard about moving house again – and to this end we went and looked at a lovely place in Epsom this afternoon, the garden was nice, the inside was us sized (but certainly no bigger), and so forth.  We’ll see what happens with that.

We’re considering the move thing due to, frankly, being sick of living with other people.  If it wasn’t little things like Heloise wearing cast iron hobnailed trollish stomping boots when she walked around the Paice Ave place; it was the far more revolting sound of painful shrieking anal sex (with or without horrible little toys) from our last flatmate.  Also his cooking.  Honestly, if you’re ever offered any fresh baked muffins or bread by that guy, say no.  Muffins aren’t supposed to taste like vinegar.  He was completely clueless in so many ways – but quite an accomplished bad debtor.  Oh boy but we had a lot of debt collectors dropping by, chasing him down.

So, we’re considering moving, even though I really really hate moving house.

In entertainment news, I’ve been watching a lot of American television.  Have you seen ‘My Name is Earl’?  It’s Jason Lee’s newest thing, I’ve only grabbed a handful of episodes, but it’s pretty good so far.

If you have seen it, do you remember the second episode where Earl tries to make up with his scary old psychopathic friend for letting him do two years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit, well the same actor is a crazy guy in my favourite TV show of the moment – Prison Break.

If you haven’t seen Prison Break, you’re nothing to me, and I don’t know if I’d even bother to scrape you from the bottom of my shiny shiny shoe.

Talk about your awesomeness.  I bet they blow it eventually, but 10 or so episodes into the season, and they still haven’t.

What else have I been watching?  I mentioned Surface already I think, I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but I’ll keep watching it until it really drives me away.

Oh, but Lost, season 2 is pretty good.  I don’t really care if I spoil it for you, but I’ll speak circularly here…  The thing with the others, and the someone who gets shot by that nasty skank bitch?  That was horrible with the backwards talking and all the shh shh and "they’re getting very close" and so forth.  Oh boy.

This has really devolved into little more than stream of conciousness, so bye for now.