scariness

on monday we have ERO...at the risk of the wrath of the boss...meh...WYSIWYG. i'd like my life back please.

i'm reading robert muchamore as recommended by my aunt. i'm loving him...as are my nephews and sister in law and four of my students...yay for reading!

and i'm back

which makes me wonder...i've been without the internet at home for three weeks. in that time i did not die, i did not lose any friends, i read some books. so do we really need it?...there are some learning things i'll hook up with...but in the 'weekend'.

and another thing...nonu and hore get sacked...meh. nonu is a cock...hore is honest...opinions are divided about the hammer...

hands up if you feel ripped off

it'd be lovely to have anzac day as a holiday...just like our cuzzy bros in aussie (i know i know...i am technically 'on holiday' but just so you know, i am going in to work tomorrow before a combat class at 12.15).

names

they're very important. they define you.

i have this theory (and i know i'm not alone) that if you give your child a crap (ie made up or non-standard) name then that means trouble. there are also names that seem to routinely crop up as belonging to children who are trouble. and i've discovered this year that there is a name that rhymes with my least favourite boy's name that also applies to a child who is hard work. there are certain professions that find it a challenge to name their children cos there are lots of names that remind you of children.

the other thing is spelling of names when a spelling pattern is misused. eg. cayenne is not pronounced cheyenne and shannia is not pronounced shania (no matter what you say).

(p.s. there are some paragraphs in here but for some reason they aren't coming out as such...i don't know)
(p.p.s. i came back and edited (editted?...just doesn't look right and as a chinese speller that's what i go by) them back in)

cricket 80s stylez (with name drop alert too)

the recent fund raising match for christchurch at the basin has stirred some memories.

once upon a time we could actually play cricket. chats was there…still trim and taught at 60 and with that unmistakable action.

edgar opened. what a pretty cricketer to watch. very much underrated. he was at the other end for THAT delivery (and as a side note, i never noticed he had such hairy forearms) and he looks like a librarian (no offense to librarians).

andrew jones did well too. he was also underrated. he was martin crowe’s foil. he was at the other end for the record partnership. he scored 186, i think, when crowe scored his 299. upon crowe’s dismissal he (hogan that is, not jonesy - not the most interesting of nicknames i must say) took to a coke machine (which probably deserved it). i was there. he also took out the knob end of the picket fence.

roger twose has beefed up a little, but not to stockley’s florid proportions. or even geoff allot who looks like he has spent his entire retirement eating pies. macca (the cricket one) also needs to watch out. he’s beefing up too. but back to roger. what a beautiful player to watch. what grace and poise.

i enjoyed seeing paddles bowl again. i was surprised he did. i’d heard he was only there to rattle a bucket. he held the world record for the number of wickets once. he took 9 wickets in a match and caught the tenth. he still has it. (i’ve met him too).

loved listening to adam parore this morning saying that he accidentally stumped andrew jones and that jonesy was pissed off. i was left wondering why the ‘real’ game is so uptight. imagine if we had a she’ll be right attitude. it would be so much more fun.

that game was a testament to fun-ness. it was a great game. how amazing a sporting talent is tana? in trying to avoid a ball he takes a ripper of a catch. he’s never bowled before but takes a wicket. is there anything sports-wise that man cannot do? i’ve met him. i’ve played golf against him (yes i have played 3 rounds of golf, very badly). two impressions prevail. he’s shorter than I expected and there is not one ounce of fat on him.

i enjoyed that game. i’m also pleased that my cricket mad nephew can catch a glimpse of what we used to be. today i heard the black caps (stupid name that!) described as almost minnows. i have to agree.

once we were awesome.

so much ado about nothing

sorry about misquoting wills (shakespeare, not windsor) but the recent tsunami alert amounted to nothing. i unpacked my bag.

i think i'm into the boring and meh and overwhelming (all at once) stage of term. plus the dreaded ERO (dun dun dun). we've been hearing for a wee while now (ie at least 18 months) that if we get a bad review it's our fault (not the boss's). ok. whatever. and before you all ask, there are no jobs.

plus i'm not sure how to fully use all the expensive (as we're constantly reminded) new equipment we've had installed. so that's a good enough reason to stay. and i'm pleading the 5th and deleting this if it gets out (but i'm sure there's a geek out there who will resurrect it...once it's been published it's there forever...)

i'm pushing publish...repercussions be damned!

p.s. this post is dedicated to the bracket.

so who pissed off the quake gods?

now japan has an 8.9...that is a seriously HUGE quake. and the tsunami that followed, while tragic and devastating, was just spellbinding to watch. do we applaud or curse instant pictures? the scientist in me (and in geologists judging by what they were saying) is greatful that we can study this stuff and understand it more. but you still have to think that you are watching people being swept to their death. and their houses being swept away.

something just fleetingly crossed through my mind...and i've forgotten it. if it was important i'll remember it and add it in. and the remembering will possibly happen just as i post this. or it won't.