Years ago, (2012 if we’re being exact) before I had a child, I had a bunch of free time on my hands and spent some of it scrolling through the online collection of Christchurch Art Gallery.
A picture of me in the same place at three different moments in time. Feb 2011: After the 6.3 magnitude earthquake on 22 February 2011, immediately after we had left the building, my friend and workmate took a photo of me with her phone. The expression on my face probably says everything. I’m looking towards…
I took a photo of this car for sale at the side of the road yesterday and then showed it to my fiancé, saying that as it’s a station wagon it would make a great family car. His reaction was to question the state of the mileage.
Apparently it’s “an Ian Athfield”. I know you’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but what the fuck was he thinking?
Is tape the new tagging? Is this what the kids are into nowdays?
Twitter is marvellous for a number of reasons not the least of which is that sometimes you get invited to events happening in your town if you happen to follow people who are involved with said events. This is how I (and the fiancé, and the baby) ended up being invited to a press conference…
This was a drawing I meant to include in my original Spurious science of baby post but forgot about for some reason. So I thought I might draw it anyway. There really is no parental joy like that of being bludgeoned on a daily basis by a supposed “helpless” infant.