We don't usually peel them, just cut them iin half and scoop out the green part. Tasty but annoying.Kiwifruit, I mean.
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Well I get a peeling kiwi moment, whenever I hear of financial markets trading euros (which by the way, is stupid currency)
(which by the way, is stupid currency)
Hey! It's all we got. Anyway, at least we have our own name for our currency, and don't have to use somebody elses. BTW, what currency does NZ have? NZ dollars? t /ignorant.
Actually, I much preferred the originally suggested name for the Euro (Écu), which they had to reject because it was French, and we can't have one language being favoured above all the others.
Yes, NZ has NZ dollars, which are worth even less than Australian dollars.
I love the Euro. Anything that involves the creation of a brand new typographical symbol (and therefore the obsolescence of billions of keyboards) is OK by me.
I have a couple of Euros. I have no idea where I got them. Unless...I dunno, maybe I'm traveling to Europe in my sleep?
1. obtain pair of euros
2.....
3.Profit!!
It's really strange. I have 2 10's and a 5 Canadian (I can actually explain those, I was on a business trip and stayed in Windsor).
A euro 10
1000 Won from the Bank of Korea
100 Kronor
And something from the Banco Central Do Brasil that's apparently worth 10 Reais
I have no idea.
What is a Mini-cab? Is it just a cab/taxi, or is there a difference?
It is usually booked, but the actual difference is that Taxis are licensed and regulated, and you have to take a test and be registered by the council to drive one. Minicabs aren't - anyone can set themselves up. Only licensed cabs can pick up fares on the street, use bus lanes and taxi ranks, etc. Minicabs have a bad rep - there are occasional cases of drivers assaulting female fares, etc.
Just had third-last episode ever, Touched, here in NZ. Have spent last two hours reading the furious debate they had about that episode and the whole of season 7 in the main show thread. Desperately wanted to agree with the positive people, but couldn't quite. I'm not sure which is sadder -- having a brilliant final season and being devastated there is no more; or having it tail off sadly in the final season with so much missed potential, but at least leaving you at a point where you don't care so much. Hope that makes sense. Anyway -- I know what I'll be doing at the end. I'll be doing the ostrich: burying my head in some fanfic. Because, despite all those thoughtful comments people made further back on the whys and wherefores of fanfiction, I know the reason I read it is because I don't like what they did or how they did it on the show. So if Mutant Enemy screw it up or do it limply at the end, I will just go ``lalala I'm not listening'' and head off to visit Ginmar or Herself for their lovely stories.
I mean I can handle having my heart broken -- as long as it's done really really well, eg Becoming, Graduation, the Gift.
People didn't like it.
Huh. That's...y'know I'm not getting over this people-disagreeing-with-me thing any time soon, I feel. I mean, in theory I understand the concept, but my inner egomaniac keeps getting confused (which, now that I think about it, is probably linked to that badge she made for herself which clearly declares her the Grand Arbiter of Taste, May All Other Opinions Bow Before Their Rightful Master. I'd take it away, but she seems so attached to it...)
(Of course, if you are me, and you are terminally lazy, you eat them skin and all.)
Okay, I'm pretty lazy--if I can't take it out of the fridge and put it in my mouth then it's too much work, but I draw the line at eating furry skin. Which explains why I hardly ever eat kiwi fruit anymore.
And on an entirely unrelated topic (well, I could've worked in a furry-related segue, but see above mentioned laziness)--what is it with cats and boxes? I don't get it. My parents are moving down to the coast, and my cat insists on helping by investigating every single box and then sitting in each one for ten minutes like box-sitting is the new catnip. He almost died an ignominious death by photo-album earlier today, the silly thing.