In support of our blogging brethren over at the Civilian, we thought we’d also note some things that Colin Craig didn’t say.
And in other news...
The Computer Support Scam has been around for a while now – here in NZ it comes and goes in waves, but at my place, we’ve had a couple calls in the last few weeks so it looks like we’re back on their call lists.
After all the sullen news of the last fortnight I wanted to write a nice, positive piece this week. I was going to say something about the joys of public transport in London.
My friend, Courtney, and I share the hobby of drooling over dead guys. It sounds weird I know, but…. ok, it’s weird. I take a lot of comfort in knowing we’re not alone.
Lord Sutch tackled the celebration of death in his recent post. I’m inclined to agree with his final thoughts, but specifically in a New Zealand context.
Death’s a funny thing. We’re not that comfortable with it. We don’t know how to think of our own deaths, let alone someone else’s.
According to my mum, I’m an addict. She thinks I have a serious problem. She’s probably right.
I was in the UK when it happened. HMV and Virgin and other big music outlets suddenly rearranged themselves. One day, their entrances were enormous displays of music. The next day, the music was gone, and instead there were DVDs. Lots and lots of DVDs.
This week I learnt about the passing of Baroness Thatcher via a joke on Facebook.
I hate to say it but I think the liberal protest movement could take some tips from the conservatives.
Haha New Zealand. After months of weather-related humblebragging on Facebook, now it’s our turn.
Nigella Lawson. What a fox. Who cooks like that and looks as good as she does at 53? Hopefully me, and I think I’ve found the secret.
I have no idea how to answer people when they ask me where I’m from.
I tend to be annoyed by basic writing errors. They always seem to represent a lack of care, or a lack of intelligence, or both.
There is an episode of the Simpsons where the family, through a series of hijinks, get an elephant. At the end of the episode, they take the elephant to live in a nature reserve. Stampy the Elephant doesn’t take kindly to other elephants and starts repeatedly head butting their sides.
Feminism is badly communicated. That one little communication issue has let down every human who identifies as a feminist.
Part one of a series on Mental Health In New Zealand we aren’t very good at talking about mental illness. Or mental health.