It’s not easy being Green
Buses truely suck.
I mean, sure, they’re better for the environment than every one having cars.
But I just hate waiting for them. It’s horrible. You just stare down the road, eyes constantly searching for an oncoming bus.
And then… looks like… pretty sure… yes! It’s a bus.
Better get the ticket out ready so I don’t have to fumble around when I’m getting on.
Look up again, it’s still ages away. Has it even moved? Probably.
Slowly, it comes towards you… and you squint at it, and you realise that it’s not your bus.
So you start the procedure over.
You might take a break every now and then to check your phone, or examine the graffiti around the bus stop. You might play with your ipod a bit, and even look the other direction to see what’s happening down the street. You might kick some stones around, try to check out the hot girl sitting on the bench without being too obvious, or peer into the corner dairy and wonder if there’s something need.
But none of these last more than 15 seconds. Because in that amount of time, anything could have happened on the road. And the bus is probably on its way. (This also prevents you from ever going into the dairy, because you know that as soon as you do, the bus will arrive, and leave before you can get back out.)
Worst is when you get to the bus stop just after the bus left and you don’t know.
And you’re hanging around, waiting, waiting, waiting. Watching as bus after bus arrives… but yours doesn’t.
Happened to me today. I was waiting in the rain.
I actually gave up after five minutes because two buses came and took everyone away with them. There’s always a few people going to Uni at 8.30. So I must have missed it. Decided to head down the road to get coffee.
Get it I did, and then restarted the waiting procedure outside the coffee shop.
When my bus finally arrived, a good 8 minutes late, it arrived in style. It practically limped up, this impressive thumping sound coming from the rear.
True enough, ten minutes into my journey, the bus breaks down. The driver radios for a replacement bus, which takes its sweet time to arrive.
We all clambour into the new bus - well, it’s more a half dash, it was pissing down by this stage.
After what seems like an excruciating wait, the bus driver starts off again. And very nearly crashes into the broken down bus as he turned onto the road. The guy sitting in the front seat actually jumped up and across the aisle.
Finally, in the middle of town, the replacement bus breaks down.
I mean, what the fuck. How hard is it to get a bus which actually works? So we clambour into yet another bus - ironically, the bus which was meant to have come after the one I took, which had by that stage overtaken us.
Got to uni a good hour later than I had planned.
Moral of the story - get to the bus stop on time. Or buy a car.
Ch-ch-ch-changes
Yup, theme has changed. Provisionally.
There were always problems with the other one. People often told me it was difficult to read. I knew it. I was just waiting to find something to change it to.
Giving this one a try.
Not sure yet… it’s readable, that’s for sure. And there’s no stupid thing down the bottom.
But, I dunno. Seems almost too simple.
I haven’t quite decided…
What do you think?
Am I a traitor?
So.
The French beat us. 20-18… and NZ is out of the Rugby World Cup. In the Quarter Finals. I don’t think many people thought that would happen.
And to think I got up at 8am to watch it… dragging Shannon with me. Who only realised quite near the end that it wasn’t actually the final of the world cup - and then couldn’t comprehend why we’d gotten up so early to watch it.
I was ready for us to win. Had a load of witty remarks about how disgusted the French must be with the presence of the NZ Rugby ball, or countless posters of Dan Carter all around Paris.
But no. We’re out.
A repeat of 1999, we won’t hear the end of it for a while. As one (foreign) workmate said on Friday, he’d hate for New Zealand to lose because then the whole country would go into mourning for months.
He’s not too far wrong.
I realised only once I got home from the supermarket that my choice of lunch wasn’t overly patriotic - a loaf of French bâtard bread, and a roll of camembert.
Ah well.
Complete Clapton
I’m not the only one that worships Clapton. IG Blog has a post up talking about Clapton’s forthcoming release, Complete Clapton, which is, as you guessed, basically a “best of.” From what I understand though, it’s not so much a greatest hits, rather it’s a collection of some of his best work spanning his entire career, including songs which were and weren’t hits.
A true representation of who, exactly, Clapton is.
To go with it, he’s releasing his long awaited autobiography, entitled, also Complete Clapton (Or, Eric Clapton, the Autobiography depending on where you look.) As IG nicely enough shared with everyone, the Times Online has an excerpt from the book, covering his affair Patti Boyd and his slip in Heroin abuse. He’s led, without a doubt, an amazing life.
There’s even an official trailer up:
That trailer is bloody well put together.
I’m excited about it.
It’s all being released on October 9 (in the UK.)
I can’t wait.
I only had three beers, honest!
Can I smell paint?
Nah, must be imagining it.
*Time passes*
Wow I’ve got a headache. And I’m still smelling that paint….
*More time passes*
Hrmm. I probably just need a drink of water.
I lift my feet from their resting place on the coffee table and- ah shit. I’ve knocked Jordan’s model glue over.
It’s all come out in a nice pool on the table. Oh, and on some keys. And around some bottles.
*Prod*
Yup, it’s glue all right.
Oops, fast drying super strong model glue.
*Washes hands*
Better move those keys, clean them up with something. And move the bottles. And the other crap before it gets permanently attached to the table.
Damn, more glue on my hands.
*Washes hands* Hrmm, fingers… sticking… getting tougher… shit, why is the water cold?
*Turns water up, adds way more soap*
I have dried glue all over my hands. But, luckily, they’re not glued together.
Hrmm. How should I clean up the pool?
Paper towels of course! Nope, none of those. Maybe some toilet paper. Holy crap we’re out (I’ll spare you from the rant about how annoying this is).
So. I can wipe it up with a burger box, a paper bag, or a tea towel.
None seem like a brilliant idea.
I might just let it dry.
The house smells 
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