Internet-based snark since 2007.
Twitter is marvellous for a number of reasons not the least of which is that sometimes you get invited to events happening in your town if you happen to follow people who are involved with said events. This is how I (and the fiancé, and the baby) ended up being invited to a press conference…
This was a drawing I meant to include in my original Spurious science of baby post but forgot about for some reason. So I thought I might draw it anyway. There really is no parental joy like that of being bludgeoned on a daily basis by a supposed “helpless” infant.
To step into HAPA design store is to enter an Aladdin’s cave of beautiful, covetable things. You know, if the cave were actually a converted shipping container and if instead of saying “open sesame” you just hand over your credit card. If there’s a problem with the place, it’s that you find yourself wanting to buy…
It is too hot for me to be writing this. It is too hot to be doing anything other than sitting under a garden sprinkler eating an iceblock. This is not a problem you often have in Christchurch where many a BBQ or picnic has been rendered chilly by an easterly wind.
Unfounded Theory. In recent years Zach Galifianikis has ruled as the king of Bearded Awkward whereas Michael Cera holds the crown for Skinny Awkward.
Plagued by door-knocking insurance salespeople? Fed up with Avon calling? Those lovely folk at the Consumer NZ have the solution.
Mothers. All knowing bestowers of wisdom. As children we expect them to be the font of all knowledge. How glad I am that unlike previous generations I have the Internet at my disposal. For eventually The Master will get old enough to ask curly questions like “why is the sky blue?“, “why do cats purr?”…
Is there anything you can hang on a living room wall that screams mid-century, middle class suburbia more than a trio of ceramic ducks? I’d argue no. But how did this come to be? Where did these mysterious waterfowl originate and why do they still hold such appeal? Kitsch History It all begins in the…
They warn you before you have a kid, or at least they try to, about the degree to which their bodily wastes will take over your life. The quality and frequency. The successful containment. And in some very unfortunate cases velocity, yes velocity, comes into play.
Hello there, and welcome to another year of Blog Idle. What 2015 holds for me and this blog is yet to be revealed but I think it likely that there will be a healthy amount of smut, several minor catastrophes, some mild staining, and more eyerolling than is strictly necessary.