Robyn's Secret Passage
Things To Do
It's been a while since I've updated this, but since then I've gone from being unemployed to semi-employed, or rather, I get to say I'm freelancing.
As a result I have to do things and don't have as much time to spend dicking around doing nothing. Also, my digital camera and/or my computer has gone mental and as a result I can't upload any recent amusing pictures I've taken.
So instead here is a collection of older pictures that have been sitting around on my computron 2000. In order to give them a bit of cohesion, I have used my creative skills and constructed a jolly fictional narrative. It shall be called "Things to do in Dorkland when you're semi-employed".
10 December 2000
So I was out walking one day when suddenly the futility and emptiness of modern life dawned upon me. "Oh!" I thought to myself. "It's all rubbish!" I decided to turn to drugs to drown my sorrows.
Then as I strolled along Symonds Street a bright red poster caught my eye.
Yes! That was the answer! Life might be a bunch of arse, but it's nothing a good hug won't solve. I grabbed the nearest person, a taxi driver going into the Chinese food place to get some lunch and hugged him. I don't need no drugs, I'm high on life!
With this new-found highness, I strolled down the end of Mount Eden Road and noticed a sign advertising some land the city council was selling.
The use of red was pretty eye-catching, but what was even better was the use of the MS Comic Sans font and double spacing of "M a g n i f i c e n t ! !" If I happened to be looking for some land in scenic Mount Eden, I certainly would not hestitate to purchase it based on the savviness of that sign!
It was but a short stroll to Queen Elizabeth II Square where I noticed a sign outside the old post office crediting the "copywright" of a quote on it.
Oh, ha ha ha. "Copywright". Is that the copyright that a playwright holds on a work?
Still high on life and giggling merrily at the silly things that people put on signs, I journeyed over to Royal Oak where I noticed a sign for a stonemason that looked like the person who painted the sign hadn't planned ahead and suddenly found themself running out of room mid-word.
But unlike all the other signs that had obviously been designed by professionals, this one had a certain naïve charm. And y'know, I expect good signs from signwriters and good walls from stonemasons, not the other way around.
Back in the city centre, I noticed a sign taped to the window of a cafe down Queen Street, advising passersby that "no change is given for parking metres".
It's just as well that I don't have any metres that need to be parked, then.
I headed off to the Auckland Domain where I saw a food van selling hotdogs, ice cream and other treats parked right next to a couple of portaloos.
Coincidence? Or is one neccessary because of the other?Tiring of the amusements of the city, I once again headed out into the suburbs, returning to Royal Oak. I saw a sign painted on the window of a bicycle shop suggesting that "[o]n a fine day why not "bicycle to work"".
By putting "bicycle to work" in quotes could really mean anything. It might actually mean "On a fine day why not stay at home spending all day on the couch watching talk shows and soaps and eating five tubes of Pringles before you realise how meaningless your life is and start on that bottle of wine you were saving for Christmas." But I think that a bicycle shop probably wouldn't go for that line of advertising.
Well, time was getting on so I decided to end the day with a walk up Mount Victoria. Imagine my delight at seeing a woman with a huge bubble butt!
Well, what an eventful day I had.Part I