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Worse probably - a dobra...
This childfree aunt admits to teaching siblings' offspring to fish(in those instances where their parents havent provided this essential lifeskill), eat properly with their fingers,collect fireworks for auspicious occaisions (*not* Guy Fawkes), enjoy outre foods from huhu to tofushakes to roes, and make umukai/hangi. And has passed on as gifts the basic principles of yer average molotov cocktail, how to uncap champane (sic), and smoking (roes, fish, meat - it's really difficult in a pipe...)
I have given exuberant ynglings boxgongs and swung-drums..they really like/d them.
Hey, my sibs are strong & resilient people and I think part of my family job as eldest is to test that they still are-
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1992. The year a good friend died, and I stupidly broke my pelvis. The year I bought a PC via American Express. The year I could actually afford to do such a crazy thing. It arrived in 3 large boxes. There was a heap of instruction manuals, all in...notquiteEnglish. It took me the best part of a day to translate those; organise the components; insert the programming floppies, and switch it all on-
in big red letters filling the screen: INSTALLATION FAIL-
2 PCs later (both of which - despite preventitive programmes - became heavily infected with viri - including one which randomly emailed out portions of my supersecret writings to my email correspondence list-who were understandably astonished) and I read about the Apple iMac...I still have the little Luxo. Damn shame you cant upgrade it...speaking of which, I am seeking the winning Lotto ticket so I can upgrade my now rather battered 2005 iMac (aue! it turned out to be one of the lemons!) for a shiny new 24inch aluminium job...
my day begins with music (generally classical guitar,) B-Boost, coffee, and a selection of news sites. It isnt a coincidence that I no longer listen to radio news (except on RSS feeds) or watch tv news
(except as youtube extracts or on the BBC or CNN websites.) And may I mention sites like Amazon & Abe books whereby my cooking & fishing libraries have been considerably enhanced?And as for communication! Waua! Everyone from my mother, to my family in Oz, to friends I'll never meet, to friends I havent met for years, hell- even my neighbours! (Whom I like incidentally!)
I'm not interested in any kind of prize for commenting - I'm very interested/entertained/lucky to be *able* to comment here (and elsewhere.) And, without the 'net, I'd never have discovered my sexuality...
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Or the fundamentalist parents. Note I dont limit these to christians-
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Well, getting seasonably warm again - cool!
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O, it doesnt respond?
*What* a surprise! -
Apropos West Coast & Otago independent papers - my take is precisely what Matthew said - local audience. I have family and places in both areas: we are passionate about those areas, and they loom - in the national sense of coverage - like a flea in a blanket. Itches occaisionally...
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Interesting that 5 of those papers are South Island-based (and I subscribe/buy 4.) The ODT, especially, is a daily (6 days a week) newspaper worth anyone's money-
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"It should be never OK to murder, rape, steal and kidnap."
Sayeth the Grunt.
How about
*assault (including beating up children & torture)
*profiteering (yeah, I know that's going to yank the leashes of some)
*racial or gender discrimination
*extortion
*environmental destruction or deliberate damaging thereof-
*species murder (hello amphibians! I'm on your side! Not to mention primate cuzzies-)?While I'd prefer to continue to offer the troll chunder just *sometimes* you get interested in what it would respond with, y'know? Tho' I rather think I know already, judging by it's past posts-
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"what makes you remember"
fresh wee open brains
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Heh!
My mother and self were dared to try a fried Mars Bar whilst in Dunedin of the North. We bought it. We took it back to our room and unwrapped the thing.
The batter was deep golden, carcinogen-rich. There were little globules of pure fat scintillating on its surface. We looked at each other, silently rewrapped it, and interred it in the rubbish bin. We happily paid the dare-forfeit...