In a similar situation here in NZ. On a perm resident visa through partnership, can’t vote, keenly interested in being on my best behaviour here. Labour wasn’t amazeballs, but the current coalition is like watching a pack of dogs with diarrhoea tear through a quiet town. You just know it’ll be on someone else to clean up after them.

That’s one thing I noticed about NZ, during my first trip: the speed limits are generally sane. If anything, the rural speed limits have a genuine sense of reality to them.

In stark contrast, driving in Canada (Toronto area) and the US (Texas) most times I felt I could safely go faster, were it not for the constant threat of speed traps or random / stealth cruisers.

In NZ if you’re doing a long drive and you don’t heed the slower speed limits as you enter a bend in the road, you may have just fucked yourself. Especially if the roads have a layer of moisture, which is likely.

And the more built up areas have a decent amount of traffic calming, which is nice.

Toronto and really all of the GTA need a severe dose of NotJustBikes to get sorted.

Give us this day our daily bandwidth,
And forgive us our connectivity issues,
As we forgive those who disrupt our signal.

How bloody insane. I can’t think of too many indoor occupations that would require someone to stand in order to be better at their job.

Even surgeons should be as comfy as possible. If someone needs to cut open my skull to remove some badness, I’d really like them to be comfy the entire time.

Time for chair pants aka ‘chants’ to gain some popularity.

Petty. I love it :-D

A fellow Marlboro Coors Lite Ford Chevy SUV pickup banking insurance sportsball enthusiast, I see

Reminds me of the Abbot in Sir Terry Pratchett’s Thief of Time.

Back in the 80s one of my first jobs out of university was working downtown Toronto. One of my coworkers was this effervescent woman of Japanese-Canadian descent.

She would talk about what it was like meeting guys in clubs.

“So, where are you from?”

“Scarborough”

“Uh… no, I mean where are you originally from?”

(feigning an “oh I getcha now” moment) “Ohh okay, yeah… Saskatchewan”, since that’s where she really was from, previously.

2 years later, somewhere in their sales and marketing departments:

“Hey, you know what would make us even more money?”

“No, but do tell”

“Advertising”

“Genius - how is it nobody has ever thought of this before?”

Roku somehow thinking that the Ferengi rules of acquisition was a how-to guide book.

Jeff Geerling discusses having done the same, in one of his videos.

Knew it would be NJB before clicking :D

• JJ Jameson

Let me preface this by saying that I’m old. 

I was out for a long run yesterday. Playing the Hype Running List on Spotify. Enjoying most of the songs/artists being played thwre, eg, RATM, Beastie Boys, even some older stuff.

One song I was a bit meh about was The Boys Are Back In Town by Thin Lizzie. But this time, the lyrics made me stop and have a wtf moment. Here’s what I’m referring to:

You know that chick that used to dance a lot Every night she’d be on the floor, shakin’ what she’s got Man, when I tell you she was cool, she was red-hot I mean, she was steamin’

And that time over at Johnny’s place Well, this chick got up and she slapped Johnny’s face Man, we just fell about the place If that chick don’t wanna know, forget her

And I was like “hold up, are they saying what I think they’re saying?” Like, why would she slap his face? And why would you guys be dismissive of her and cool with Johnny?

Being hot/attractive doesn’t give you license to assault someone. So fuck off with that shit.

I have a friend who is graphic designer for a small shop. Customers drop off work at the front desk, and depending on how much effort it works out to be, it can land on his desk.

Some customers insist on explaining to “the designer directly”. They get told/warned that it’s more expensive (hourly) and that the clock starts as soon as he walks up to the counter. And some customers agree to these terms.

It’s always entertaining to hear his stories.

Ditto the keys per keyboard.

And the keys look like lightly toasted marshmallows.

Kicked out of an SX-70

Ruh roh

Something something superior siege weapon

I’m personally more a fan of curses of wicked inconvenience.

Eg, “May you never find the pebble pressing into the sole of your foot, even after you’ve removed your shoe and your sock”

or, “May you always run out of toilet paper when you most need it, every time, no matter where you are”

continues to fantasise about other such curses