With a choice selection of quotes (each of which informs my points better than I did myself) to accompany them, I present to you, Arran Hunt and Matt O'Brien, your required reading, (precedence given, of course, to the unforgottenest quote of the night): "In the pseudoiterative, one performs the ritual of the day, attentive to both the joy of the familiar and the shiver of the accidental.”―Kim Stanley Robinson, "2312" Your reading list is thus: http://bit.ly/1JdlZJC, “Historical analogy is the last refuge of people who can't grasp the current situation.” http://bit.ly/1ePqfoX's_Children, "Cut loose the past; it is dead weight. Let the Extirpation continue. Let it never end. (Somewhat ironic.)” http://bit.ly/1Jdm1kK, "For the first time in his life he felt that edged and spicy mixture of anger and amusement called 'pique'." (Not strictly relevant, but I really like the quote.) http://bit.ly/1ePqfFj, “Every stink that fights the ventilator thinks it is Don Quixote.” http://bit.ly/1JdlZJF, “I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep, that they are most awake, because the sun is gone and they are addicts without their drug, sleeping restlessly and often waking, walking the dark corridors of forests searching for the sun.” It should go without saying that this list is far from complete.

I watched this and thought of you, Ryan, and your big, complicated, prioritizing machine. My favourite part is in the last few seconds. :)

I watched this and thought of you, Ryan and your big, complicated, prioritizing machine. My favourite part is in the last few seconds of the video.

Bwahahahaaa... Aaa-aaahahaha!

But teachers like you, Josh, will forever be greedy and evil—as any fule kno.

It took me much longer than I should have expected to figure out that reedy and soporific Muzak I heard playing as the outro to last night's episode of "Sounds Historical" on Radio New Zealand was, in fact, a cover of Anne Murray's "You Needed Me". This is the song which those Boyzone fans among you might know better as "You Needed Me" by Boyzone. (And just in case you were wondering: yes, I did check and, no, the crappy clarinet cover isn't by Acker Bilk. Sorry.)

It took me longer than I should have expected to figure out that reedy and soporific Muzak I heard playing as the outro to last night's episode of "Sounds Historical" on Radio New Zealand was, in fact, a cover Anne Murray's "You Needed Me". This is the song that Boyzone fans might know better as "You Needed Me" by Boyzone. (And just in case you were wondering: yes, I did check and, no, the crappy clarinet cover isn't by Acker Bilk. Sorry.)

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NURSERY END—Not even Anderson's or Watling's chickens could prove fancy enough on the pitch today. Of Taylor's chicken, Blofeld remarked, "It is a pusillanimous and self-important, myopic dinosaur!", while Boycott's take on Guptill's chicken fair turned the air in the commentary-box blue. A magnanimous McCullum, meanwhile, observed with some whimsy that there will always be "plenty more eggs in the ocean."

For out-of-context quote and purposively obtuse introductory comment, please refer to previous posts passim.

"The only reason you've escaped guilt... is because you were born in an era after other people had already done a lot of the hard work rooting out that shit. You know what your great-grandparents didn't."—David Wong This is a worthwhile read whose truths inform my own outlook.

"As it stands, per-student funding at Pacific Advance is around $25,000. An average state school is $7600 per student." You see, what people fail to grasp is that the Invisible Hand begins its life as a delicate thing and must first be proved in the crucible of the taxpayers' pocket before it can stand the rigours of the Market. After that point, however, its equitability and elegance is manifest in fuck you I got here on my own merits I don't see why you can't do the same.

Witness the poise and civility of the motorcyclist. See how enterprising and considerate he is to save police time and effort by killing his confrères himself. No truncheon was blunted as he hewed his way across that carpark, no riot shield spattered with the matter of his late adversary's erstwhile innards. His playful cannonades went unanswered. The light hand of the constabulary is a privilege afforded the motorcyclist on account of his love of community and forswearing of intoxicants, his respectable role models and responsible father. That is all. The people of Ferguson and Baltimore would do well to learn these lessons by heart, as these—and only these—are the principles of civilization that separate the internecine hellholes of their hometowns from the scene of serenity that is Waco. #RevdHosking #eyeplank

Put your torches and pitchforks away, ya bunch o' idiots.

Cripes. I suppose it's kind of like being a man sitting alone on a bench in Western Springs Park on a Saturday afternoon, trying to do your crossword in peace. (In case you're wondering: 15 down was PISTACHIO.)

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I should hope, VaCatering Vector, that my—as this pair puts it—"strong political points of view" have never hindered me in my work and that you see the discretion and forbearance I have exercised while in close quarters with the PM on his sometime visits. Likewise, as a good and trustworthy employer, I know you would never belittle or whitewash any bother done to me or my workmates—no matter the botherer's standing—in the shameful way these two have done to this poor woman. #tailgate