Posts by Danielle
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As The Main Ingredient so accurately sang, some years ago: 'Everybody plays the fool sometime/there's no exception to the rule'.
(BTW, my husband, also not-truly-invested in rugby as an American, noted to me that he was really surprised by how much insecurity NZers have about how well we play rugby. So, depending on the nature of the observer, we're either totally arrogant dicks, or angst-ridden sad sacks freaking out about all our failings. Jury still out...)
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I want a vintage Nixon campaign pin - the ones that say 'Nixon: Now, More Than Ever'. I suppose now that George II is on his way out, the joke is less funny. (Depending on who they/we get for president next, of course.)
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So, on Rehab she sounds less like a liquored-up Fran Drescher, and more like a bee, but still... blegh.
Oh jeez. I don't think she sounds like either of those things - her vocals are informed by lots of old-school soul and girl-group stuff. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a nasal-sounding singer in pop music, either - look at Ronnie Spector! She had crazy vibrato and was singing directly from her adenoids half the time, and she sounded badass.
I too am all about Back to Black (heh, I almost called it Back *in* Black there, which would have been a whole 'nother musical argument. Bon Scott forever, man!), and I have no idea what any of the lyrics are. I couldn't care less if they're shitty. I am just so deeply in love with those ultimate-retro soul-pop arrangements. I heard that record and fell in love with it *immediately* because of its 'sound'. (I did pay ten American dollars for a nondescript brick from the old Stax building when I was in Memphis, so that does mean that I'm a little biased on anything soul-related...)
(I have also realised that I am thoroughly camp, since 'it's good because it's awful' is one of my guiding television-watching philosophies. Flavor of Love Reunion, goddamn right!)
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I am a huge, huge fan of the riroriro/grey warbler. I am very pleased to see that other people like it too!
When I was living overseas, that was the birdsong I missed the most, and I never knew what that bird was called until I came home and looked it up. It's the most evocative birdsong - it just sounds like 'home' to me.
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re. my pants round my ankles on the web owing to Danyls supposedly owning me
I would just like to note that I took Kyle to be referring to the primary school humiliation of the 'downtrou' (or as the Americans call it, 'pantsing'), rather than any more disturbing 'analrapist' themes. (I hope someone is going to get that Arrested Development reference, too.)
And, um, not all southerners are rednecks, nor are all rednecks southerners. I need a Venn diagram here or something.
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And probably most of the people who voted for "JT" thought they were voting for Justin Timberlake to play at the Trusts Stadium.
And, as if by magic (thanks Robyn!) here is my chance to mention one of the awesomest things ever: the humourous attack on the giant 'JT' campaign billboard at Parrs Park in Glen Eden. Some marvellous person had printed two absolutely giant photos of Justin Timberlake's head, and pasted them over Tamihere's on both sides of the billboard. I laughed and laughed. I wish I'd taken photos. Westside, represent!
(Nothing beats the 'STOP collaborate and listen' Vanilla Ice-quotin' stop sign on Wellesley Street, but that came close.)
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Eeep! Who has the sweet and slippery lips of a cherub's bare wet ass, then?
(I think we should all find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale, too.)
Daleaway, I feel your pain. I tried in vain to get away from my mechanic yesterday. All I wanted to do was pay for my warrant and oil change, but no. I had to have a 30 minute monologue about the failings of the NZRFU....
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But we can't do any of these things because you keep electing grey, unimaginative politicians and allowing the media to get away with the half-arsed reporting that completely fails to explore important issues, while simultaneously buying wimmins magazines and fretting about our inability to chase a funny shaped ball around a field.
Yes, the lumpenproletariat are simply shocking nowadays. Can't get them to follow our smug edicts about how to live their lives at all! What's up with that? (Not that I don't agree with most of your ideas, slarty, you understand. I just don't think telling people off about their poor recreational choices really... works very well.)
(Oh, and I can also rant about the importance of the New Zealand Woman's Weekly to the formation of our national character, if you like. It was a great magazine, back in the day.)
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I/O, I was just wondering: are those kids on your lawn? And do you think that they should remove themselves from it? :)
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Here's another:
We practice all our moves and memorise the stupid rules.
(I am a big old nerd about Liz Phair. I could even do this for whitechocolatespaceegg. It's underrated!)