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you know a few people had to stand around. they could not go flick with something and change it all in an instant. I hope some of them actually talked to the person standing next to them.
talking about flick no body is anybody in New Zealand unless they have something like a big dog, or a hot rod, or a hardly davison or a leaf blower to piss the rest of the world off. Hey if I can makea big noise then ipso facto I must have a big d*ck.
anyway there is a bloody awful sqat canine down the road that the owners use to intimidate the passersby with. A thing like that can only be bred for fighting. hAVE NOTICED RECENTLY TWO OLD CODGERS PULL UP IN THEIR UTE ABOUT 3 O'CLOCK WHEN THE KIDS are on their way home from school and they park just down the road a bit.
All I can say is if that beast had a go at me I'd wreck the friggin thing on the spot with no questions asked.
So back to interrogatives. Kathryn Ryan is almost manic these days and she has to know more than the interviewees on her programme. I thought she was there to ask questions but no she has to keep interjecting and then adding interrogatives. Then this morning she made a pure conjecture about the role of newspapers. Originally they were published for news. How surprising! News being when the latest ship had arrived from the orient. The original publishers would spice them up with tales of fabulous monsters or other strange oddities for the titillation of a credulous public. It wasn't until Northcliffe and Hearst that modern newspapers took shape and the whole thing turned into a morass of mainly nonsense as the real users of news began to get theirs off private wires and not from publicy available sources. Around this time newspapers took for themselves the role of guardians of public morals and other stuff that they thought we should know. Only they left out the most important stuff because it was politically inexpedient to the advertisers who substituted for the original subscribers.
So pretending to have a higher purpose is a nonsense unless you can prove it. And that means every day and not just once every thirty years when a deep throat comes along.
And it doesnt mean semi-hectoring everyone.
She probably thinks I am on her case and she would be right. Radio New Zealand should be consulting me and paying me for lessons in adult maturity instead of shoolyard puerility masquerading as journalism.
At present the populace is subject to a whole hordes of little j-school glamourpusses who want their byline in any rag that will have them and will use any smarmy little trick to obtain momentary superiority over the person from whom they are supposed to be eliciting information. We are in the grip of knowalls who think they know everything that their production staff can dredge up.
Whoooeeeee. Walked home before and the black clouds were threatening. Out the window its hailstones the size of pineapples (just kidding folks) and streeaks of lightning and peals of thunder. Hey I forgot. the post modern spelling is lightening. yeah right.
Gonna flog the 6 string tomorrow and get a little drum machine to plug into the NU-X which hums along due to the marvellous chinese chips in the reverb tank. yessssssssss! The accoustic is hard work.
At the moment am going thorugh old andrews sisters and gene autry LP's looking for songs.
ooops. let you know when I find them.
Someone with acid reflux keeps looking at the blog. Just buy something will ya. I need the money.
In the meantime acid reflux is a corrosive and corrupt attack on the body's metabolism and anatomy. If the hernia cannot be operated on then its grin and bear it and swallow the crap that 'bigpharm' has conjured up to make life bearable before you wear a hole in the oesophagus and hallelujah time. None of its nice but in day and age when prolonging life seems to be the only objective then ya gotta do it if ya wanna keep on consuming.
dig?
talking about flick no body is anybody in New Zealand unless they have something like a big dog, or a hot rod, or a hardly davison or a leaf blower to piss the rest of the world off. Hey if I can makea big noise then ipso facto I must have a big d*ck.
anyway there is a bloody awful sqat canine down the road that the owners use to intimidate the passersby with. A thing like that can only be bred for fighting. hAVE NOTICED RECENTLY TWO OLD CODGERS PULL UP IN THEIR UTE ABOUT 3 O'CLOCK WHEN THE KIDS are on their way home from school and they park just down the road a bit.
All I can say is if that beast had a go at me I'd wreck the friggin thing on the spot with no questions asked.
So back to interrogatives. Kathryn Ryan is almost manic these days and she has to know more than the interviewees on her programme. I thought she was there to ask questions but no she has to keep interjecting and then adding interrogatives. Then this morning she made a pure conjecture about the role of newspapers. Originally they were published for news. How surprising! News being when the latest ship had arrived from the orient. The original publishers would spice them up with tales of fabulous monsters or other strange oddities for the titillation of a credulous public. It wasn't until Northcliffe and Hearst that modern newspapers took shape and the whole thing turned into a morass of mainly nonsense as the real users of news began to get theirs off private wires and not from publicy available sources. Around this time newspapers took for themselves the role of guardians of public morals and other stuff that they thought we should know. Only they left out the most important stuff because it was politically inexpedient to the advertisers who substituted for the original subscribers.
So pretending to have a higher purpose is a nonsense unless you can prove it. And that means every day and not just once every thirty years when a deep throat comes along.
And it doesnt mean semi-hectoring everyone.
She probably thinks I am on her case and she would be right. Radio New Zealand should be consulting me and paying me for lessons in adult maturity instead of shoolyard puerility masquerading as journalism.
At present the populace is subject to a whole hordes of little j-school glamourpusses who want their byline in any rag that will have them and will use any smarmy little trick to obtain momentary superiority over the person from whom they are supposed to be eliciting information. We are in the grip of knowalls who think they know everything that their production staff can dredge up.
Whoooeeeee. Walked home before and the black clouds were threatening. Out the window its hailstones the size of pineapples (just kidding folks) and streeaks of lightning and peals of thunder. Hey I forgot. the post modern spelling is lightening. yeah right.
Gonna flog the 6 string tomorrow and get a little drum machine to plug into the NU-X which hums along due to the marvellous chinese chips in the reverb tank. yessssssssss! The accoustic is hard work.
At the moment am going thorugh old andrews sisters and gene autry LP's looking for songs.
ooops. let you know when I find them.
Someone with acid reflux keeps looking at the blog. Just buy something will ya. I need the money.
In the meantime acid reflux is a corrosive and corrupt attack on the body's metabolism and anatomy. If the hernia cannot be operated on then its grin and bear it and swallow the crap that 'bigpharm' has conjured up to make life bearable before you wear a hole in the oesophagus and hallelujah time. None of its nice but in day and age when prolonging life seems to be the only objective then ya gotta do it if ya wanna keep on consuming.
dig?
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