One down, six to go...

I got my first P.F.O. letter today. It was in email form, and it was from these bastards. Thats FINE I didn't want to go to your STUPID school anyway this from the people that elected an AUSTRIAN TREE to govern the world's FIFTH LARGEST ECONOMY (if it were to secede). Wankers. Double wankers. Both hands.

In other news today, internet radio is smashing.
One can have a constant soundtrack of jungle, drum and bass, trance or house, streaming live on a gazillion different stations.
Kiwi are streaming live also, and ever since my Mum came into my office and stole her radio back (how rude) that is featuring significantly. There seems to be a wee problem with whatever technology feeds it though, because sometimes it sounds like someones knocked the dial and its a bit scratchy, and you really want to tune it in properly, but can't.
I really like the idea of a 100% New Zealand music station, and big ups to them, but its funny, cos its almost a genre-less station. All the other stations encompass a few related genres, and are aiming for a specific audience, but Kiwi includes rock and hip-hop and pop and electronica and all sorts of stuff, and unfortunately in our fair land, as in all others, there exists crappy pop music that makes one want to chew ones foot off. So theres all different types of music and the only common factor is that its all from Aotearoa. But its truly awesome to turn the radio on in the morning and hear "Down in Splendor" and "Heavenly Pop Hit" and loads of Salmonella Dub and Trinity Roots and Concorde Dawn, and this morning, on my way into work, I was singing along very loudly and out of tune to "Pink Frost". It was a beautiful thing.

Its raining.
Ah, summer in NZ. Its another beautiful thing.