Posts by Emma Hart
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she was in her room with all her All Black figurines lined up, and she was knocking them over one by one.
This made me actually *horrified gasp*
Then I realised how many naughty corners you'd need to put them all individually in Time Out.
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Now I have an image of a policeman literally on Dan Carter's shoulders, perhaps unbuttoning his shirt to flash another player.
Is that the policeman from the Village People?
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As for Christchurch, when will we acknowledge that it is our own Alabama?
According to Sports Radio, there are a couple of hundred people out at Chch airport right now, to welcome the All Blacks back and reassure them that they're not going to get lynched.
And I still have a few days where I can say, you can call us Alabama when we actually ELECT a nasty little man like that Mayor.
But Stephen, and Anjum, you'll just have to accept that many people sincerely feel differently: love the game, get excited about it, and feel a sense of cultural attachment.
I love cricket. I love it to the point where my partner has told me not to describe to people how I feel about it. I own the clothes, we go to the games. But when we lose, when we cop a bad umpiring decision, when line calls don't go our way... there's none of this group hysteria. And while PA has once again been an island of reasonableness, it ain't like that everywhere.
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Interesting stuff on forward passes:
Wow. That's the end of me EVER calling a forward pass from my recliner again.
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I guess that makes me une blogueuse.
Better than being a bloguette.
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Ah, but it wasn't a blog, it was a blessay - a blog essay, so it's allowed to be long.
But, yeah, perhaps it takes a certain state of mind to write that much. I run out of steam at around 1000 words.
This led to one of those pointless 'what makes a blog' philosophical discussions with my partner while making dinner when I found the Fry blog a while back. I was interested in my own gut reaction that it couldn't be a blog because it was too long. Now I know what to call it. Fabulous.
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From not-so-sunny CHCH, over and out.
Oh, quit your whinging, it stopped sleeting.
Removing my tongue from my cheek for a while, what I found really embarrassing was Hamish McKay describing the All Blacks/France match requiring a coin toss to decide who wore which jersey as 'French shenanigans'. FFS, France wasn't even expecting to be playing this game. Every time somebody rolls out this dreadful conspiracy theory bollocks, that's when I get cultural cringe.
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Bugger me days, but it's hard being a luddite these days. Have any of you thought of hiring yourselves out a la hire-a-hubby?
Oh, Jackie. People don't want to PAY for geek expertise, they want it for free. At parties. In the supermarket. Over the phone during dinner. I'm beginning to understand what it must be like (on this one particular point at least) being partnered to a lawyer. I want to buy my partner one of these. The best part, the absolute best part, is people who whine about how boring uber-geekery is, but still want free advice.
On the up side, I'm really nice to our mechanic these days.
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Because of course it's okay if you put it in italics.
You can say anything on the net if you follow it with a smiley. Bitch ;-)
I have this idea that teenagers might be quite open with their internet presences because a) teens often have fierce egos and want everyone to know how truly awesome they are, and b) authority figures have warned them against revealling too much, so they rebel.
Yeah, and I think there's also an element of 'yeah, but it won't happen to me'.
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From the 'stil, it could be worse' files...
A former boxer turned mayor in Romania is facing legal action after beating up five councillors who disagreed with his spending plans.
Mayor Iulian Florea, from Teslui in south-west Romania, attacked local councillor Mircea Chirita after an argument over the town budget at a council meeting.
Florea, a former professional boxer, then attacked four other councillors who tried to stop him, knocking out one with a left hook.