Cricket has me in its grips
When I was growing up, it seemed that summer time meant playing outside, mostly because of the better weather but at least partially because daytime television was dominated by cricket coverage.
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When I was growing up, it seemed that summer time meant playing outside, mostly because of the better weather but at least partially because daytime television was dominated by cricket coverage.
I’ve just been at Armageddon Expo*, the annual pop culture convention. I go most years. It’s a bit of a mixed bag of which I’m only really interested in 30% but there were a couple of years after the earthquakes when I couldn’t go so I try to make the effort now
Over the summer I went slightly mad for boozy ginger beers. Not “dancing on tabletops” mad, I have a toddler to take care of and trust me when I say hangovers and demanding babies are not a good combination. Basically, I just wanted to try as many of the different ginger beers available.
In recent years I have become increasingly fond of op shops. Often I’ll enter one not knowing what I’m even looking for, only that I have the urge to “rummage”.
Earlier this week a woman was rescued by police from a car that shortly afterwards sank into the Waitemata Harbour. Dramatic photos of this event have sparked the imagination.
Remember when I got engaged a little while ago? The good news is my engagement ring is now fully insured. The bad news is if something happens the insurance company may pay out in carrots.
Once upon a time, long, long ago going to a concert was simple. You bought your ticket, rocked up to one of the many centrally-located venues in town, drank beer out of plastic cups, got your toes mashed in the mosh pit, and (eventually) went home
Late last year, via Twitter I heard of an unusual event taking place and as soon as I heard about it, even as tired and sleep-deprived as I was, I knew I was going to have to organise a babysitter
Welp, Armageddon Expo: Christchurch edition is imminent and as was fully expected I have yet to complete my cosplaying endeavours, though I have made a start on junior’s Eleventh Doctor fez.
What do you get if you cross the panel quiz show format with a handful of unabashed pop culture enthusiasts and record it in a studio in front of a nerdish audience? You get ‘The Nerd Degree’, a decidedly geeky, kiwi podcast that wears its nerd credentials on its sleeve (and that sleeve is not…