Flight of the Conchords: Think about It

It’s Flight of the Conchords Wednesday!

Here’s one for ratpony. Think about it. Think, think about it…

Rusticity

rusticity

Following the success of the recent Wellington Flickr Group‘s exhibition at the Paramount, cames yet more photographic goodness from a Wellington flickr-ite legend A Different Perspective (aka Jim Henderson).

He’s putting on an exhibition of his work down at Island Bay’s The Bach café, from the 1st to the 30th of April.

To get a feel for what you might be seeing, check out his awesome flickr photostream here.

Wellington Phoenix FC

Gah. If the stories we’re hearing tonight are true, then we are … underwhelmed.

Seriously, Black Star Wellington was the bomb.

And even Wellington City or Wellington FC were better options.

But … “Phoenix“?

Ah well.

Update. Well, it’s official, and, having slept on it, I suppose it’s something we can live with. At least it’s not the Wellington Bumblebees.

Flight of the Conchords: Business Time

Wellington’s fourth most popular digi-folk paradists are currently shooting their 12-part HBO comedy series in New York, with fellow Wellingtonians Taika Waititi directing a couple of shows, and Duncan Sarkies providing the script for one of the episodes.

All this, of course, is just an excuse to post some classic Flight of the Conchords for your listening enjoyment. Oooohhh yeahhhh, it’s business time…

World’s largest phubble

As always, the photoblog over on the right hand sidebar proves itself a rich source of short-term distraction. This morning it was displaying this photo, from where I went on a little voyage of ‘phubble‘ discovery, which eventually led me to this brilliant image of a phubble at the Basin Reserve

phubble!

The worlds largest soap bubble blown by 10 year old Mary Smith of Wellington who can just be seen at the bottom behind the bubble. It took her 7 hours and 38 minutes to get it to this size before a passing seagull flew through it and burst it. Mary was treated for Hypoxia and given a lolly.

Brilliant.

[Image by Mark Turnbull]

Bypass surgery complete. Has the patient survived?

At last, the final stage of the bypass has been opened, and the decades-long drama is drawing to an end. The DomPost reports…

At 6am yesterday, southbound traffic was directed from The Terrace Tunnel onto a one-way Vivian St via a new off-ramp.

At the same time, Buller and Ghuznee streets reverted to two-way streets.

Transit New Zealand project manager Jonnette Adams said some motorists had teething problems with the new layout, but were mostly courteous to each other. Some “tweaking” of intersection lights helped alleviate congestion on other routes linking with the bypass.

A team of engineers would be on hand today to make sure things ran smoothly, Ms Adams said.

Transit opened the northbound section of the bypass in December.

Meanwhile, frustrated Wellingtonians are turning to the Web to vent their anger at delays caused by the region’s transport infrastructure.

Aha! Haven’t they just.

So, how was it for you?

What’s in a name #2

And the Wellingtonista themselves are in need of a name for their 10-pin bowling team.

Suggestions so far…

  • Strike Force
  • Wellington-PIN-stars
  • Gutter Rollers
  • Ultra-Cocktail-Hour-Super-Bowling-Squad

That Pin-Stars is going to take some beating, but, for the sake of having a name in the hat, howzabout The Strikemasters (in tribute to the 80s Wellington heavy metal band of the same name).

Further monikers welcome.

What’s in a name #1

So, perhaps the most drawn out sports decision ever to be made by an Australasian sporting body has finally been confirmed, and a Wellington bid has won the right field a team in Australia’s A-League soccer competition.

Now all they need is a name (oh, and some players, and a home ground, but let’s not mention that).

So, what do we think. What’s a good name for our local professional football team. The guys over at the A-League discussion forums have come up with some suggestions…

  • Wellington Wizards
  • Wellington Wonders
  • Wellington Wanderers

…but, you know, that whole sports team alliteration thing is a bit passé. There’s some support for just continuing the Knights (noooo!), and, likewise, for a good old fashioned appendage like United, FC, or City. Today’s DomPost had these suggestions…

  • Wellington Thunder
  • Wellington Fever
  • Wellington Hornets
  • Wellington Blast

…of which Hornets doesn’t ring too bad, although, do we have hornets in Wellington? Surely the Wellington Killer Bees would be more appropriate? And despite the enthusiasm of the supporters on the back page of the DomPost today, I don’t think ‘Fever’ is the best idea in the world – the rich potential for headline puns when things go horribly wrong is just too much to consider.

Any other thoughts?

Those were the days…

From the newly relaunched NZ History website comes this wee gem from Today in History (actually, next week’s Monday, but I couldn’t wait to post it)…

Two Wellington lawyers, W.V. Brewer and H. Ross, drew pistols over a legal difference in Wellington. Brewer fired into the air but ‘received Mr. Ross’ ball in the groin’. He died several days later.

Ouch.

Bus Angst #32

for god's sake, move down the back!Two words: bloody buses.

Actually, here’s a few more. This particular Wellingtonista had to wait forty minutes last evening for even one bus to turn up on his route. Of course, when one did, it was packed to the gunnels, so it sailed by the stop, as did the next, and the next. Finally, one only moderately packed bus did find space to fit me on board, so I did eventually get home, but what irks me is that in the forty minutes spent waiting at the bus-stop, I saw three Kilbirnie buses go by (the second two weren’t even that full), and two Houghton Bay buses. I mean, if they’re going to cancel buses, couldn’t they be a little more even-handed about it all?

Bus routes affected by the cancellations are listed here. I find it hard to believe that there are no #1, #4 and #32 cancellations after 4:30 today. As a precaution, I plan to back-walk a few stops to the Beehive end of Lambton Quay, to ensure, at least, that I can get onto a bus that will take me home, should one deem to actually turn up.