Monthly Archives: April 2006

This is what happens when I’m on the late-late shift

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I realised I hadn’t done a haircut post in a while – one of those, “Hey, check out my choice haircut that a) will never look as good as this again, and b) cost me a million euros so I want to get my money’s worth” posts.

But this time was special – I had my camera with me.

Foiled

My hair is full of foils, and I am waiting for the colour to develop. Kokomo has an excellent selection of magazines. I always make sure to read the latest issue of Flaunt, which would otherwise cost $25 at Magazzino.

I’m surprised at how well this one photo turned out. I put the camera up on the back of the couch, stuck the auto-timer on, and hoped for the best.

Afterwards I went to the cafe formerly known as Atomic and had a double-shot latte.

Hair done

At the hairdressers I’d had two other cups of strong coffee. All up, I’d had about six shots of coffee in about three hours, and it got me high so I walked along Ponsonby Road delighting in the loveliness of it all.

Other photos from my Ponsonby excursion, including some cool stencil stuff, can be found here.

Baby, I just can’t get enough of your sweetness

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Flu vaccination
1. Work had free flu vaccinations.
2. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had the flu, but it seemed like a good opportunity to take.
3. The injection itself didn’t hurt. I’m OK wit’ needles.
4. But now there’s a lump where the needle went in.
5. And I have hives on my legs, which is what happened last year, dammit.

Yoga
1. I was getting a bit of the old RSI in my hands and arms from all the typing I do at work.
2. To help with this, I’ve started doing hatha yoga, which is the gentle(-ish) stretchy one.
3. Immediately this has made me aware of my lack of strength and flexibility.
4. But learning all the new stuff is fun.
5. I did a shoulder stand on Thursday, which was very cool.

Bus
1. There’s a homeless guy who gets on the bus at the terminal.
2. He has a big bag of stuff that he puts in the aisle, blocking it.
3. He gets off at the first stop, only a few hundred metres up the road.
4. He shouts loudly when he gets off the bus, possibly to let the driver know.
5. He disappears into a dark empty lot on Anzac Ave.

Netguide Awards
1. I managed to get a free ticket to the Netguide Awards last night.
2. I arrived late and saw Trade Me win a bunch of awards.
3. I hung out with both winners and losers. Neither were sure if winning/losing was a good thing.
4. The salmon was really good.
5. Free booze and good people is an excellent combination.

Gang warfare

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Regular readers will know that I belong to a bad-ass gang, the N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S. 630, who roam the streetz of Mt Eden doing bad-ass things like asking for a plastic fork from the kebab place, even though the kebab guy knows we’re going to eat our felafel on rice at home and that we have our own forks there.

But the trouble is, no one else has actually joined my gang. I’ve held several recruitment drives, but it seems that Edenites are too busy going for power walks with their pushchairs and dogs to want to join my gang. WTF?

Anyway, my gang is called the N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S. 630 after the first three digits of Mt Eden phone numbers. This was pioneered by the good people of South Auckland, who took 275, the first three digits of most phone numbers in the area, as a symbol of pride. After all, it wasn’t too long ago that residents of a posh housing development wanted different phone numbers lest their friends think they lived in Otara.

So when it came to naming my gang, it seemed natural to call it after the 630 of Mt Eden.

Well, apparently I was wrong.

This morning I caught sight of some stencilling that that been sprayed down an alley. It was surprised and delighted to see that it read:

Mt Eden 274

That’s right – 274. It’s a devious bus-going gang.

274 is the number of the Three Kings to Britomart bus that travels the whole length of Mt Eden Road, taking people to and from the city.

There’s actually a 275 bus (which starts at the Roskill bus depot), and also a 273, (which starts from Balmoral Road) 277 (which starts in Waikowhai, and I do not know where that is), and – my favourite – the 270 (which starts at Mt Eden village at peak times, so it’s always empty).

So as there now appears to be a pro-public transport gang in the 630, I think I might have to retire my gang. I trust that the Mt Eden 274 will continue to keep it real.