Hoisting them puppies
I have big boobs. This is not me skiting, it’s simply a fact. I’d prefer that they were smaller, truth be told, but after years of wishing them other than they are I am now at peace with my buxom status.
You’ve heard of tape worm? Well, this is tape p*nis.
Is tape the new tagging? Is this what the kids are into nowdays?
Christchurch is Pawnee…again
A couple of years ago, Christchurch pop culture enthusiast (among other things), James Dann, noticed that the TV show Parks and Recreation was using a map of little old Christchurch as a stand in for Pawnee.
I somehow got invited to a NZ cricket press conference
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…
The spurious science of baby: Centripetal force
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.
HAPA design store: Loving the local
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…
Where for art thou, Easterly?
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.
Hollywood Awkward Wars
Unfounded Theory. In recent years Zach Galifianikis has ruled as the king of Bearded Awkward whereas Michael Cera holds the crown for Skinny Awkward.
We’re not buying
Plagued by door-knocking insurance salespeople? Fed up with Avon calling? Those lovely folk at the Consumer NZ have the solution.
Mother knows best
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?”…