Welcome to Hitting Metal With A Hammer. To kick things off check out my site – Dolphin Foundry – where you can see what people give me money for. It was that or get a job.
Later we’ll move on to other things like why you should help overthrow the New Zealand government – closely followed by an apeal for money to help pay my legal costs when I get charged with sedition. You can expect some bad languge about that time.
June 19, 2006 at 2:38 pm |
::chuckle::
welcome to blogging
June 19, 2006 at 2:43 pm |
Actually I’m into my fourth year. This is just a step sidways.
June 19, 2006 at 6:13 pm |
Larger font on comments, please.
June 19, 2006 at 7:04 pm |
Lager find in Commons plague?
Is THAT what Alisa said? Can’t. Read.Her.Writing.
June 19, 2006 at 8:08 pm |
It’s you accent thats the problem. She said “hoots mon, I canna see the wee wurds”.
Glad to help out there Dave
BTW book arrived yesterday, very cool ta.
June 19, 2006 at 8:44 pm |
But
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Why
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Huh?
June 19, 2006 at 8:45 pm |
This could get interesting. Alisa are you going to hang about this place? I mean Murray is ok but…
June 19, 2006 at 8:48 pm |
MODERATION! AWAITING MODERATION? Moderation is for monks, life is a feast!
Take big bites! (Tip of the hat to R.A.H.)
June 19, 2006 at 9:36 pm |
Hey, I just came across this blog site and it’s really cool. How do you leave comments and do you want to buy anything from me, and if so, shall I leave a link so you can find me easily? And I really liked the post too.
June 19, 2006 at 10:41 pm |
You only get moderated once and it saves on spam hunting later.
June 19, 2006 at 11:14 pm |
Heh. Nothing like establishing intent early on and making it easy for the Prosecutor!
BTW – has anyone mentioned that it’s hard to read Alisa’s typing?
I mean, I can read everybody – wait, no I can’t.
Nope, cleaning the monitor *and* my glasses didn’t help.
This is where I *could* sneak in a snark about Tankers, but I wouldn’t do that on an inaugural post. Nope. Not me.
June 19, 2006 at 11:15 pm |
[Note to self: don't use arrow brackets in comments, faux html disappears from view]
June 20, 2006 at 1:35 am |
When will the revolution be starting? Pirates be getting antsy.
June 20, 2006 at 1:35 am |
If you thought you could hide from me over here, buddy, you were sadly mistaken. Alisa gave the game away.
What’s up with this, anyway?
June 20, 2006 at 3:11 am |
Yeah, WTF?
Getting weird over there or something?
Or just wanting to get more Dolphin friendly?
)
June 20, 2006 at 6:34 am |
Angie: my work is done, then.
OFS: I tend to be masochistic that way.
June 20, 2006 at 6:36 am |
Will you let me in already so that I can adjust the bloody font size?
June 20, 2006 at 7:26 am |
Anyone need quality counterfeit pharmaceuticals without a prescription? Fix you right up!
June 20, 2006 at 8:11 am |
Oh dear
Smileys are turned on.
*dry heave*
June 20, 2006 at 8:41 am |
What good are the smilies if you can’t read the damn thing!
June 20, 2006 at 11:33 am |
Hey, is that dolphin tuna-safe?
June 20, 2006 at 2:35 pm |
Ah, Murray – Troll Hunter with a soft, chewy center. (See Project Valour-IT comment in Troll Hunter post).
You teddybear, you!
June 20, 2006 at 9:00 pm |
It looks like the font cannot be adjusted. If anyone knows better, let them speak now, or be silent forever.
June 20, 2006 at 9:59 pm |
Murry. Teddybear.
Two words that should never be seen together like Military and Intelligence,.
Murray Teddybear is an oxymoron too far…..
June 20, 2006 at 10:09 pm |
So he gained all that weight for nothing?
June 21, 2006 at 12:17 am |
Well since the snow has hit NZ he can keep a few people warm by cuddling them…..
*picks up chair and whip – Back! Back I say!*
June 21, 2006 at 12:20 am |
I have a hard and fast rule of not cuddling guys in skirts. So far it hasn’t been needed… till now.
June 21, 2006 at 1:28 am |
Another mundane thread that turns strangely disturbing. Thank you Murray, I feel completely at home now.
June 21, 2006 at 6:20 am |
And suddenly Gadfly appears and says something completely inappropriate, causing everyone to feel slightly uncomfortable.
June 21, 2006 at 7:39 am |
Y’all are a hoot. Accidently found this place; such serendipity on an otherwise dull Tuesday is most appreicated. I will be back….
June 21, 2006 at 8:28 am |
Well?
June 21, 2006 at 9:26 am |
Panties
June 21, 2006 at 7:09 pm |
Well that killed the conversation.
June 21, 2006 at 9:39 pm |
Never wear them whilst in the kilt……
*started the conversation up again*
This is like one of those stories I get my class to add to as we go round the room…….
Once upon a time…spaceman….moon…wombles….dragons…Harry Potter…..Tom Cruise….mad monk….and they all lived happily every after, especially the Gnomes.
June 21, 2006 at 10:59 pm |
I just looked up "wombles". The Wikipedia article begins as follows: "This article refers to the children's TV programme, not the radical anarchist WOMBLES group".
June 22, 2006 at 6:08 am |
We had Weebles, but not Wombles.
Unless you count “Twombly” in “Blackhawk Down”
June 22, 2006 at 12:15 pm |
Thank God its summer here and I can go a angling! …scuffle grumble CRASH!… Ah ha, flask of single-malt, Singed Wing Left Handed Greenwell’s Glory….
June 22, 2006 at 4:19 pm |
OFS: I almost never understand what you are saying, but it almost always sounds like fun:-O
June 22, 2006 at 9:27 pm |
He’s playing with his flies again….
June 22, 2006 at 11:42 pm |
What flies? What language do you guys speak? Men.
June 23, 2006 at 3:25 am |
OK using words of one syllable (bugger that’s three already…)
Flies = wee things with hooks and feathers made to look like flies which fishermen use to attract fish hence ‘fly fisherman’
Flies – the zippy bit at the front of trousers which women never seem to find as quickly as a man finds a bra strap release…..
Now you give me the recipe for Mamas Brownies and we’ll call it quits….once you’ve worked out what OFS was playing with….
*dives for cover clutching flak jacket, helmet and shovel to enable deep foxhole digging*
June 23, 2006 at 9:27 am |
yes, this mayhem feels familiar
June 23, 2006 at 9:52 am |
Flies – “wee things with hooks and feathers ….” which take me 10 minutes to tie onto the leader properly, and only a single backcast to hook in the tree behind me.
Then again, in the proper surroundings, who gives a rats-patootie whether my casting is up to par or not? *grin*
June 23, 2006 at 9:13 pm |
Men.
Hi Sarah:-)
June 24, 2006 at 6:23 am |
Ooh you’re not alone now…that means trouble….two ladies versus xxxx men…time to dig out the white flags chaps!
June 25, 2006 at 12:22 am |
Aye Barb, I think I have half the trees on the Greenbrier decorated with Tellico’s and Coachmen ( regional dirtbag fly fisherpersons’ favorites). Thanks again to Murray for the new site, OFS