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Bed Time Story (continued from 07/02/2011)

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

Night 4

When Faruno got re-born, the Government of the Planet Go-to-Bed gave him the captaincy of a very fine space ship. He was one of the oldest captains ever to be given a brand new rocket at the age of two days.

His plan was to go to Planet Earth to get some cows. The new rocket was running on petrol so Captain Faruno had to go to Earth first to get some petrol, because his planet had no petrol at all.

But how could he? He had no petrol to go! How can he go to Earth without any petrol? Maybe he can ask another ship to bring him petrol first. But how? Do you think he can send am email or a text message to another rocket? No! Why not? I think a message may take a couple of days because he may be so far away. We need to find something faster than a message or even than light. A ‘comic’? No, I mean a comet? Comets are not fast enough, they are even slower than light. Is there anything faster than light?

Dad, we are going to make this into a real book. Can we send this story to the printer and make a real book?

Can you think of the Moon and of the Sun? If I close my eyes, I can. It takes a couple of seconds to think of the Sun. It takes ten fingers worth one second each to think of the planet Go-to-Bed. Faruno needs about… it’s a bit tricky but if he’s smarter than us.., Faruno can think of petrol from our planet in about five seconds. No, I’m smarter, I can think about that in about one second!  His space ship can travel only with the power of all the people on his planet, if they all think together the same thing.

Captain Faruno Albalgandon Vextraliensis got all the beings on his planet to think together and this is what happened: They all thought so hard, old people thought of walking sticks, creatures with many legs thought of even more walking sticks, young people thought of their wishes and suddenly…

Dad, if you had one wish, what would you wish for? I don’t have only an answer. I do, I wished only once in my entire life, I would wish to have wishes all my entire life. Would you wish the same?

…and suddenly from the sky it started to snow slowly and gently with walking sticks but also with cows and elephants and even with wishing wells. And petrol! (But petrol is dirty.) Everybody was so happy, they were all over the moon. Their planet has no moon, though. Only Faruno was not happy at all. He didn’t need to travel in his brand new space ship any more. They all had all they wanted and he was not needed.

I’ve fallen from bed on purpose. Every time we have to do a story, do we only do it until the page is finished?

Faruno decided that being a captain is not a good idea and he wanted now to become a wizard instead.

Is the page finished now? Yes, it is. Instead of doing a story I actually wanted to play some games.

(to be continued)

Christchurch Earthquake

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

Shawn and Andrew, two of the CTV staff I worked with, laughed with, got cross with (as you do), now gone with the television’s building they were in at 12:51 on February the 22nd.

Shawn entrusted me, a recent migrant, with directing/live mixing of sport events and he was the first one to introduce me to the game of cricket I later grew to love. Every day at lunch time Shawn would produce a big carrot from his back-pack – “it helps with your eyes, we spend too much time looking at these bloody monitors, aye?”, he used to say.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/christchurch-earthquake/quake-victims/4700562/Shawn-Lucas

Andrew was a naughty cameraman and an inventive editor. When times were tough for me in 2000, he invited me over to the Lyttelton house he was renting with his then girl friend Petrina and asked me to stay there for as long as I wanted. He was, as Kiwis say, ‘messy as’. A nice chap.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/christchurch-earthquake/quake-victims/4699713

Please stop for a moment, whatever you are doing. These men will never come back.

Bed Time Story (Continued from 10/05/2010)

Monday, February 7th, 2011

Night 3

What are we writing about? Are we writing the wishing thing? Please don’t write down everything I say. OK.

On planet Go-to-Bed people don’t throw coins into the wishing well, they throw cows, but of course there are no cows on that planet, so they have to wait for space ships from Earth to bring a cow or two every now and then. This is why Faruno Abalgandon Vextraliensis wanted to become a captain, so he could travel to other planets and get more cows. He was hoping that more and more people on planet Go-to-Bed will be able to make wishes, although it didn’t really matter for Faruno if those wishes came true. He didn’t even care whether he was going to bring back home cows or elephants. Of course it is much harder to throw an elephant into a wishing well that was made mostly for cows. However, elephants like water so they could live happily on planet Go-to-Bed, if not piled up too many on the same well.

Prior to becoming a captain, Faruno had to go to university, then school and, finally, to kindergarten. Only the best students ever went to maternity, to be born again. The best captains were chosen among those because when you get re-born, you may not look like other people on your planet, but you may even look like a human, with only two legs, a single nose and maybe a funny hat.

Now mum wants us to go to bed so we may not become space ship captains tonight.

Melissa Theuriau Has Nothing to Do with Mockoblog

Friday, September 17th, 2010

In the wake of the uncovering of the (allegedly) unlawful use of her image on the Net, we wish to re-assure Melissa Theuriau that our site has never used her image to promote anything that she was not related or contracted to.

Melissa Theuriau NOT on Mockoblog

However, various advertisers on this space might have used Melissa’s perfectly proportioned features and dynamic attitude in still pictures to promote products that our site has no direct link to. (Actually, if we click on the active adverts inserted in our site, we get penalized.)

As a sign of recognition for her image being (ab)used in a page hosted apparently by us, Mockoblog is happy to donate to Melissa 100% of its earnings from advertising not only on that page, but for the whole last 12 months. This is no offence. We expect Melissa Theuriau to donate this money back to us, as it wasn’t our fault, either. The sum we gathered from our TOTAL  adverts is around US 0.66 in the past year, in huge contrast to what others WILLINGLY using her image have made.

Please check:

http://www.stuff.co.nz/technology/digital-living/4138888/The-face-that-launched-a-global-ad-scam

and, Melissa, we are sorry we can’t do much more to put this right. It’s not your fault you look the way you are.

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