homophone of the day

June 29th, 2009 0823

an allergy

analogy

an allergy is when your skin itches every time you get dragged in to a wool shop by your mum

an analogy is quite different.

lets have an example of an analogy. an-ell-oh-gee. analogy.

every week i tell nick not to come into my room at 3 a.m turn my light on and jump on me. and every week he comes home drunk, comes in to my room, at 3 a.m, and jumps on me. every week i say nick, you said you wouldnt do it again. and nick says i know i promise i wont do it again. and so on and so on and so on.

thats an analogy of

every week i say to my made up girlfriend i promise i will spend time with you this weekend, and every week i dont. and she says but you said you would. and i say look i know darling i promise i wont do it again. and so on and so on and so on.

you see what we did there? my story about nick is an ANALOGY of the girl story. an ANALOGY.

say analogy.

join in tomorrow when we learn the difference between a metaphor, and a hammerphor.

i’ll give you a clue…

you use a metaphor to picture one thing as being another.

and you use a hammerphor hitting in nails.

who saw that coming. come on. be honest. no one. im the al-qaeda joker.

the smell of napalm in the morning

June 29th, 2009 0712

lee used to go to the aquagym on cashel street every morning in 1992.

and every morning she’d come back to my waterbed smelling of chlorine.

i like the smell of chlorine in the morning.

im not sure why it didnt work out with lee. 26d8a7c80

it certainly wasnt cos of the chlorine.

im pretty sure of that.

i used to pretend lee was anna swimquick.

maybe she didnt like that i kept calling her anna.

maybe that was it.

maybe it was the waterbed.

maybe she didnt like my waterbed.

or maybe its cos i moved to dunedin to go see about a girl.

anyway lee, i dont have a picture of you to put here upside down, but i’ll email charmaine or jason and see if they have one.

How to fly

June 29th, 2009 0651

Q1. What can we deduce from this photograph?

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1. The mountains in Queenstown are too close to the swimming pool.

2. The gates to the swimming pool have carelessly been left open.

3. The girl in the togs doesn’t have a boyfriend cos she has wings growing out of her.

4. The girl in the togs thinks she can fly.

5. The girl in the togs doesn’t like pies.

6. The girl in the togs likes lettuce.

7. I can fly.

8. I fucking can.

9. I’m telling you right now, that I can actually fly.

my only friend, the end

June 28th, 2009 0502

look im gonna go ahead and ruin knowing for you cos im still at a loss for bloody words about it, and in the greater good i will spare you the 1 hour 50 of your life that you wont get back.

at 1 hour 50 in… aliens.

now im as sci fi as the next fanboy, but fucking be upfront about it. could ya.

see, star wars, star trek, bit of a clue in the names there that youre in for some sci fi.

this is worse than when lucas gave indiana jones a rodgering with an alien omnibus in the lost crystal or whateverthefuck its called.

its like when your 9 and youre writing a story in your class and you cant quite wrap it up, so you pull out one of the following classics:

… and then i woke up and it was all a dream. the end. si. age 9. abbotsford primary school.

… and then the aliens came and took everyone away. the end. si. age 9. abbotsford primary school.

bolt has the best alien ending ever.

the lord will provide

June 27th, 2009 2033

how to make fettuccine bloggernaise

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  • red wine
  • a three day growth
  • tomatoes
  • basils
  • salts
  • home made fettuccine
  • internet access
  • garlics
  • free will
  • edmonds cook book

first, get edmonds cook book and throw it the fuck, away. its only good for looking up how to cut meat when your wifi is down and your ipod is lost. every recipe in it lacks what we from the london city and guilds chef school call, FLAVOUR.

actually no, i think there is a good scone recipe in there, for when gran comes over. but she’ll have her own recipe anyway. so best just let her do it.

anyway, when you get home from the pub, you will still have to make the bloggernaise sauce. it doesnt cook itself you know. so bring someone home from the pub that knows what order to put it all in the pot.

it can be your job to pre heat the oven to gas mark 4.

you should be able to manage that.

a drunk man looks at the thistle

June 27th, 2009 1013

let me just explain whats happening here:

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the building immediately behind the robbie is where tvnz has its camera for the dunedin weather shots on breakfast tv. the camera has been broken since 1988 however, so they just show 4 stock pictures of the regent theatre, and rotate them each season.

the building on robbies right, your left, is the octagon picture theatre, and underneath it is big daddys takeaways. big daddys gets a cameo in goodbye porkpie, and they have 3 20c video games; defender, pacman, & elevator action. there is also a 6 million dollar man pinball machine. i can recommend the cheese and egg burger at $1.20.

robbie has never been to dunedin. but, he is scotlands favourite son. it turns out that im dunedins favourite son, and they are going to build a statue of me in scotland one day.

lotd, from robbie:

because im scum, and im your son, i come undone

the brazil nut effect

June 27th, 2009 0250

the brazil nut effect is a lot like life, .. tall poppies get eaten first.

under the radar, thats where you wanna be. a sneaky little peanut hiding under the cashews and the almonds.

someone should invent a thing like a little flat piece of wood, and glue some different nuts in their shells on to it and then draw smiley faces on them, and write on it with the wire burner tool from their woodwork class you dont have to be nuts to work here but

no wait

things to do this weekend:

  • something constructive
  • something destructive
  • arrange my divx movies in autobiographical order
  • buy some brazil nuts
  • and some ginger ale
  • and some chips

glenys at work says i need to lose some weight. thats right glenys i said. thanks for that glenys. i’ll start with my brazil nut and chips diet.

i said hey the chicks dig the seymour hoffman jack black effect

and shes like, who are they

and i said fat americans, that floated to the top

it doesnt fit

June 27th, 2009 0158

my funny little friend rudy won the 48 hour film competition. thats not bad for 700 entries. the theme they got was m. night shyamalan. i.e. it had to have a twisty ending. like 6th sense. not like twister. on the plane flight on the castle they played twister. then jumangi.

they also had to include a prop of a rock, have a character called alex puddle, and include the line it doesnt fit.

i didnt enter it. i dont have a camera you see. or enough ram to run final cut pro. or a spare blank 8 mm hd tape. or a spare 48 hours.

i’d have a couple of those hours though if i hadnt spent them watching knowing. knowing started off ok and its got the funny dude from idiot box in it. but then it tailed away somewhat. and by somewhat i mean completely and totally tailed away. more tailed away than a minxy manx.

anyway rudy has a drug running hooker asian gf that fleeces him of everything he owns. rudy talks of moving to christchurch to be with his true love. and i think thats exactly what rudy should do. mind you. theres no telling some people.

thats just what jesus said.

amen

mj top 5

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5. thriller

4. smooth criminal

3. ben

2. dirty diana

1. billie jean

bye mr mike. sorry that you died.