Monday, August 28, 2006

Highly Imperfect species

Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand?
Thinking too hard about the way you stand?

No, me neither... I never overthink minor details!

I' m not sure where this is going anymore...
It will go somewhere though, that is for sure!
Mark my words...
its not just the mental
masturbation, it pretends to be.
Getting the virus out before it kills the host
poisons his crops a
nd hops on a plane to somewhere else.
Down the rabbithole, as we delve deeper
into the inner working of an itimate clown
...with issues.), who chooses social graces...
Just be sure that it is going somewhere...

I dug another hole... (did another puzzle... told you they're addictive!)

Hate is a strong word...

Keep staring like you 've never seen the stars before...
If you need me to remind you who you are?

Monday, August 21, 2006

Stating the Obvious

Free yourself… Rise up… Overcome….

Or whatever!

Facts are meaningless: you can use them to prove anything remotely true!

Weekly summary:

This week I saw at least two movies, they were:

Waking life” (2001)

Troy” (2004)

Both worth a look if your into that kinda thing… “Waking life” is a bit more conversational (maybe even controversial) and thought-provoking while at the same time visually... good, and different. A lot of discussion about subject matter that has no definitive answer, so right up my alley!

Here’s a quote (nah make it two: )

“The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything.”

“What a bunch of garbage; liberal, democrat, conservative, republican. It's all there to control you! Two sides of the same coin. Two management teams bidding for control, the CEO job of Slavery, Incorporated! The truth is out there in front of you, but they lay out this buffet of lies. I'm sick of it, and I'm not going to take a bite out of it, do you got me?”

Troy’ is a bit more of an epic war piece, with big budget stars and huge locations. But it ain’t too bad, gonna look a bit more closely if I ever get a giant horse from the Greeks.

Here is some (ironic?) trivia about said film:

Brad Pitt, who plays Achilles had a mishap during the production - he tore his left Achilles tendon.
(is that method acting?)

Weekly summary: Part deux!

Went out and saw a nice wee gig, it was:
Sam Flynn Scott (and band) & Voom! At the dux….
Real bloody good eh! Worth leaving the comfort of home...

I like fire, but not enough to be a pyromaniac…
I like churches, but I’m not involved in organised religion…

So that’s the weekly wrap up and shake down….

I came a bit unprepared for bloggin’ this week, so I’m sort of falling back on the sort of chain email crap that people send out with a message saying “Just send this to people and see what happens. Do not break this, please” or “once in some country you’ve never heard of a man broke the chain and his successful typewriter business was gone less than two decades”. So yeah, yeah you’ve heard it all before, Chuck Norris is tough and it’s basically an insult to your intelligence to read the rest of this post….

Everybody loves jokes and everybody finds them absolutely hilarious, it’s a ‘scientific® fact*’. Even if the joke is not particularly funny people will be happy with the knowledge that someone has taken the time to think up something to amuse them. For example....

1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of crap.
2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
3. How about never? Is never good for you?
4. I see you've set aside this special time to publicly humiliate yourself.
5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
6. Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
7. I'm out of my mind at the moment, but feel free to leave a message.
8. I don't work here - I'm a consultant.
9. It sounds like English, but I don't understand a damn word you're saying.
10. Ahhh. I see the stuff-up fairy has visited us again.

“Not a hoax, just a publicity stunt…”
“There's only one instant, and it's right now. And it's eternity.”

*May not have been proven at all, but merely serves to give sentence more power…

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

On with the Show!

New Lease on Life after brush with death!

Just to show some of my other talents/interests...
here's a pic of a 1000 piece Jig-saw I finished in less than a week!
Ohh what a week that was... a full-on jig-saw fest, the carnage.
Man fast cars, movie stars and jig saws... such a vicious combination!
So many have fallen into this trap.
Belushi, Phoenix, the list goes on…

Can I get out before I'm in too deep?
I'm thinking of starting another one soon...

Can you spot the missing piece?

Yeah , well we can't find that piece so if you see it send it in...

Honour is only among thieves... only hurts when I laugh!

Monday, August 14, 2006

Getting nineties on yo' a$s!

Post-Fatality Horror Show

(Lest we forget
the tragically departed Nineties)

After something like that you need to wind down.... relax... have a Nineties Party! well whatevers in dunners really...

You don't need to crash your car... to know a car can be totalled.

That was a car (once)

Follow up:
stuff so Important it requires further information!

This picture was sent in by an observant reader from Dunedin.
he has won this week's book voucher for his essay entitled:
"Totalitarianism: Not as fun as it sounds?"
Don't drive drunk in north Otago late on a friday night while crossing the centreline!

By the way... can you see my Galant in that photo above?
Well here is the extent of the damage to that car....

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Crossing the line...

Head On Collision

This is probably the one and the only time that I will ever seriously write about something that happened specifically in my life, and not be talking absolute garbage… so officially: guard is to be let down, for better or worse, please yourself…


So anyway, nice wee drive down to Dunedin, leave Christchurch around 6:30pm or so, go through all the usual pass through towns (sometimes calling them a town is a bit generous) tried to find a KFriedC in Timaru (upper roo), spent about fifteen minutes driving around, that was long enough, so we left Timaru feeling cheated knowing that we would have to wait until Oamaru (lower roo) to obtain adequate sustenance. So we made it to Oamaru KFChic about 9.50pm approx., (trust me the story gets better... well more interesting anyway). After they mucked us round for a while getting our faux-chicken pieces, we finally left Oamaru around 10:25pm intent on reaching Dunedin (Dunners) by at least 11:45 or so, this was not to be….

coulda been a minute either way... blows my mind
I was driving by the way, and the light truck I had been following South for a good few Km’s was nicely rounding each corner at around the speed limit or just below, what I would describe as good driving. As it was going at a good speed and there had been fog earlier in the trip, I was using the truck and its lights like a pace vehicle 15 to 20 metres in front of me, so I could see all the turns in the road before we reached them.

About three Kilometres before we reached Palmerston (a sort of town 57km north-east of Dunedin.) at around 10:55pm, we saw an unusual sight. That was the sight of headlights crossing the centre line in front of us and ploughing into the light truck less than 20 metres in front of us. What happened directly after the impact I’m not entirely sure, due to both the speed of what occurred and the fact that it was night time in the middle of cow paddocks (on state highway one). Pretty much your eyes play tricks on you. But the facts as we’ve been told by police who examined the crash sight, and have worked out for ourselves are this: the truck rolled at least once ending up sideways, upright on its wheels, the scaffolding the truck was carrying was spread around the road a bit, but miraculously none hit my car. I fully locked up my brakes and managed to stop after passing through the impact zone, and going over some debris and stopping on some car parts. The car which crossed the centre line hitting the truck ended up landing about 25 metres behind us, which basically meant that directly after impact it either flipped in the air over my car, or along the ground very near. When I say it ended up 25 metres away in a ditch, with the sole occupant being ejected from the vehicle and dying pretty much instantaneously, I mean most of the car did. Other parts were underneath my bumper and pretty much all over the road. Luckily none of the occupants of my car (there were four including me) were harmed at all, only a bit shaken. The only damage to my car was a slightly smashed and cracked windscreen (still drivable though), a bit of a dent in the bumper, and other assorted dents and scrapes from flying debris.

As my car was basically in the middle of what the police referred to as a crime scene, I had to leave it there so it could be photographed (and spray painted) by the crash investigation team. At approx. 2.30am or so we we’re given a lift to the Palmerston police station/kiosk/room (had cool firearms poster), then after a few weird conversations with 'victim support' and a coffee/tea, we were given a ride in a police van the rest of the way to Mock’s flat in central Dunedin (making it there around 4.00am), where we proceeded to tell him the story and ingest some alcohol and cannabis, to calm the nerves.

The next day we found out, both drivers were intoxicated. The police had received several complaints of erratic driving about the car travelling north directly prior to the accident. We we’re really, really, really, really fucking lucky to get off, the way we did.

Here is how this incident was described the next day in the ‘Otago Daily Times’ (motto: Accuracy, what’s that?) thusly: (by the way Car 3 was us...)

As there were at least nine other deaths on New Zealand roads that weekend (usually there’s only one or two) the story was combined with the other road fatality news and shortened down to three lines, they read:

“Tautatao Taiti, 46, of Oamaru, was killed when the car she was driving crossed the centre line and collided with a light truck travelling south about 11pm Friday near Palmerston, 57km north-east of Dunedin.”

This was in The Christchurch Press on Monday:

We were the ones described as a "carload of youths", (first news article I've ever seen that portaits 'youths' in a positive way) it doesn't mention that the other "carload of youths" was a bunch of drunk 16 year olds from Oamaru, who pretended to commit sodomy (quite loudly) at the crash site.... this is sorta therapy who/how do I blame? what went wrong... did I put people at harm or save them, what if we'd been hit we'd be dead... coulda been so differrent... like I don't know...Guess that sums it up pretty well. Might fly next time… i just don't quite know how to feel about it all now, especially the dead lady..., like ya know do I hold it against her in any way at all? can I do I have the right to, I m not dead but did i bring my mates close to harm... how do you deal with that shit on a friday night road trip ... fucken fucks sake really, shocked was half the story....