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Dec. 18th, 2007 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleSalutations! I hope everyone here is having a frolick-filled time filled with JOY! I was going to post yesterday but after having a day made up entirely of SUPER UBER FUCKTARDOROIDS on the 'phones (seriously, asshole, do not presume to correct me on how my last name is pronounced. It is my fucking last name, ergo I know how it is pronounced. Also, you are a stuck-up Southern CUNT and I hope you get cancer and die and your wife leaves you!) I decided not to as my post would have been comprised entirely from RAGE! And that would have been sad for all.
ANYWAY! Does anyone else remember a Moomin book where they went to a lighthouse and there was a lighthouse keeper and he was sad because he never saw anyone and then I think Moominpapa took over for a bit and wore a yellow rain slicker? Because I recall this but I have read all the Moomintroll books in my possession and it is not in there and now I am CONFUSED and wondering if I imagined it all.
ALSO! If the list of events happening in the next twelve months in Takapuna is anything to go by, it transpires that everyone in New Zealand is obsessed with dancing and compost. This makes me very sad, as part of me was hoping I would arrive to find the streets filled with war-painted pretties roller-blading around. Now I regret telling Alan to sell his car on the basis that they don't have petrol in NZ. I think this proves you should probably not base your understanding of a country on one TV show.
ANYWAY! Does anyone else remember a Moomin book where they went to a lighthouse and there was a lighthouse keeper and he was sad because he never saw anyone and then I think Moominpapa took over for a bit and wore a yellow rain slicker? Because I recall this but I have read all the Moomintroll books in my possession and it is not in there and now I am CONFUSED and wondering if I imagined it all.
ALSO! If the list of events happening in the next twelve months in Takapuna is anything to go by, it transpires that everyone in New Zealand is obsessed with dancing and compost. This makes me very sad, as part of me was hoping I would arrive to find the streets filled with war-painted pretties roller-blading around. Now I regret telling Alan to sell his car on the basis that they don't have petrol in NZ. I think this proves you should probably not base your understanding of a country on one TV show.
