Posts by Emma Hart
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finding good playgrounds (Ashburton has a great one at the domain)
Seconded. The Ashburton Domain playground is just the best.Our kids have outgrown it now, which is a bit sad.
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it seems I'm capable of giving the impression of being hairy-chested, even if I'm not.
Hey, me too!
Also, did anyone else do that 'taster' experiment in high school? Of course I can't know remember what the chemical was called, but my beloved biology teacher went round and gave us all a small piece of paper tape to put on our tongues. Half the class went 'OMG dude, you trying to kill us?', and the other half went 'what?'. It was absolutely foully bitter for the Tasters, and the non-tasters couldn't taste anything at all. Simple genetics.
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Am I loading too much on to my geographic argument?
No, I don't think so. That lack of dangerous wildlife thing is a factor (I spent a couple of summers in Oz as a kid) and also it almost never gets too hot to not wear shoes in summer. I've been reminded of this because the last two days it did, and the asphalt was burny.
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I'm so scared of alcohol, so I don't drink it. After 14 years tea totaling, I'm starting to realize that I'm going to have to eventually find some way of teaching my daughter how to deal with the stuff. I can't lead by example because I don't actually know how.
Now I have a minute, I want to go back to this.
My partner and I are both the children of alcoholics. We grew up in houses where there was no 'responsible drinking' example set.
We're both concerned about mitigating whatever genetic tendency there might be with a solid environment. We're conscious of modelling drinking with meals and, with social drinking, drinking in moderation.
We also let the kids have a shandy with a meal occasionally. I have no problem with that.
I have an acquaintance* who believes she and her husband model responsible drinking by never drinking at all. I can't get my head around that. For years after she left my dad, my mum kept a dry house, so the only example I had was his.
*meaning, person I've had a lot to do with whom I can't stand -
I just hope Emma isn't too upset.
She's staunch as.
True. I'm over it. Thanks for the concern, but.
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I might have been one of those people. There's also the infamous 'who ate all the pies', and the incredibly lame, but addictive "give us a wave _insert name here_ give us a wave'.
It was you! (They finally crack, turn around and wave, everybody cheers, they go back to fielding, and the whole thing starts again.)
Anyone know where that clip of the crowd warming up behind Merv Hughes is?
Devonshire teas, anyone? And I'm sure there's a way to smuggle in a jug of Pimms No. 1.
Alright, that does it. CALL ME when you do this.
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Calm down, and quit it with the faux outrage.
Ben, I'm not going to continue to argue with you. But if you believe nothing else I've said today, please believe that I would never fake being angry on a PA comments thread. If I'm ever caught doing that Russell can take me out to the woodshed.
2) Who cares why you like something? If I like a particular flavour, sporting activity, author or sexual position, why on earth would it matter how that liking came about?
I don't, really. What annoys me is being told that I'm wrong about why I like something. This comes up in discussions of non-vanilla sexuality quite a lot - you think you like it, but in fact it's just that something traumatic happened to you as a child and you just need to examine more blah blah blah. Ironically, people often try to get across the gap by using food and drink likings as a metaphor - nobody tell you you're wrong if you say you like jam better than marmite, so why is this different?
Now I find it isn't. It's a bit depressing.
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<quote>Nothing to do with getting their women drunk, then?<quote>
In Egypt at least, brewing was women's work, just like baking bread. So yes, probably for getting women drunk.
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I'm not at the level of Emma or some of the others who comment here
Urge... to smut... rising...
no one really seemed to be yelling at the cricket (except the folks trying to start the Mexican wave). Is that normal or did the low score have something to do with it?
The low score and never quite a contest element will have sucked out a lot of the energy to be sure. But there's less yelling at cricket than at, say, rugby. I did spend one game behind a group who spent an innings trying to make Alan Donald cry while he was fielding in front of us.
That's when I saw Dan Vettori, the man's got an actual fucking swagger, an arrogance that belies his boyish face and glasses.
I've been shocked - shocked! - since he became captain by what a aggro little shit* he can be sometimes. He always seems so calm and controlled when he's bowling.
They serve G&Ts and cucumber sandwiches at the Basin, right?
You have a thermos, right Tom? Anyway, you wanna get in before they build that motorway fly-over right next to the terraces.
*I mean this in an affectionate way. -
Oh, wait...
At any rate, despite his dubious taste in music, Bob appears to be otherwise normal. Between bouts of screaming (which are gradually getting less frequent), he leads a busy and action-filled life.
Perhaps his happiest moments are spent rifling through the recycling bin in order to drink the dregs from my beer bottles...
Though I'm not sure whether this strengthens or weakens my argument, given the Nature of Bob.