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Rhymes About Grammar

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For more great rhymes of mine check out The Vocabuverse!!! You/Your/You’re Here’s what you should and shouldn’t do When you use the pro-noun “you” You know, the word you use to designate The person you are addressing As in, “Gosh you are depressing” When referring to another person’s state But listen here my little friend If “r” is found at “you’s” rear end The word takes on a sudden transformation For then the word it does take on The very essence of “belongs” As in, “Excuse me sir but is this your train station?” But if you add an "r" and "e" After an apostrophe What you mean is something someone’s doing Like, “You’re certainly disturbing me If you’re wearing that to tea, Doing so will end up your undoing!” So please don’t be a moron When you need to put an r on Otherwise you might cop some abuse For your and you’re might seem the same But they’re not, THEY’RE NOT the same! And after reading this you’ve no excuse! Who/Whose/Who

A Poem About Charlemagne

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There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name King of the Franks in seven sixty eight Later the king of Italy Remembered throughout history By the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell The books about those days do tell He was the first in three whole centuries To bear the title “Emperor”, The Holy Roman Emperor, Crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire He was the first king to acquire Most of Western Europe in his grasp Of which he ruled for 13 years Until he left earth’s mortal sphere In eight one four when he breathed his last. From The Vocabuverse by Kerin Gedge (Check it out!!) Come find me on YouTube!                                                         

Understanding Time Zones

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Another helpful video by my brother... Come find me on YouTube!                                                         

The Wise Way to Pay Your Bills

Recently I did something quite amazing. Seriously. For me it was really quite something as I am a guy who has made so many bad choices in life that I’m sure that if there was a genius level of mistake making I’ve well exceeded my 10,000 hours of stupidity. But not in this case. This is one of those rare moments where the spark of wisdom set fire to my will power and lead me to achieving the small but significant financial victory that I am going to share with you. This may look like a boast, but I assure you it’s not. I’m sharing this for the simple reason that while it’s nice to learn from other people’s mistakes, it’s even nicer to learn from their not-mistakes. You know that Aesop’s Fable about the ants and the grasshopper? You know, the one where the grasshopper spends his summer soaking up the sun in leisurely nothingness while mocking the hard working ants who were busy storing up for the winter. Well the winter finally came and that grasshopper froze to his miserable death while

Attention Regular Readers

Hello to all my usual readers and accidental landers upon my site. This is just a little note to let you know that I am currently in the process of "reinventing" my blog and basically just about everything else about myself! Over the past few years I have used Kerinthians as a platform of creative experimentation and now after some years of blogging I've come to recognize my strengths as well as my woeful weaknesses as a writer/blogger. From here on in I will be focussing my creative impetus on what I believe my strengths are as I create my new site  www.vocabuverse.bogspot.com  as well as a few other writing projects which will hopefully come into fruition eventually for me to share in greater detail... watch this space... Although I enjoy the creative release of writing as it's own reward I would like this to become a career and hope that it will be from those platforms that I will meet some measure of success. Many of my posts will soon disappear from thi

A Little Movie I Made...

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Here's a little video I made for my kids, based on my nursery rhyme - The Discontented Feijoa... Please share!  

The Day of the Jackal - A Review

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In a medium which has descended into the realm of good looks, hot stream lined youth, action packed happenings, multiple explosions and the fine line between what is real and what is virtually real it’s quite a culture shock to dive head first into the classic era of film making where the story was everything and a director had to tell it well. By modern expectations, and at first glance Fred Zinnemann’s 1973 adaptation of The Day of the Jackal might be accused of being none of those things which bring the patrons en masse to the cinemas these days, but if you’re willing to give it a chance you just might find that it doesn’t need to be, because it is a tense tale told intensely well! Tense. I’m going to use that word a lot throughout this review! In brief it is the story of The Jackal, the mysterious assassin hired by the militant underground OAS of France, bent on seeing the then French president Charles de Gaulle eliminated to further their own political agenda. The film ope

Too Quick to Love

Playing around with Garage Band on my wife's iPad late at night can cause problems for anyone brave enough to listen to my experiment in "manly" oohs and aahs... WARNING: This track is, well, not very manly... I call it: Too Quick to Love Because its short and might hurt your arm pits (because your ears will be hiding there),

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid - A Review

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Old movies are a rather new thing for me. Sure I’ve seen a fair few in my time, and by “Old” I mean anything pre-1981 when I was only just becoming consciously aware of the strange medium of film. But now as a thirty three year old movie goer with years of experience absorbing most of what Hollywood has thrown at my generation I find myself wanting something different – something more than the magic formulas of CGI and plots that seem to have come from the multiple stomachs of a cow, regurgitated only to be eaten and regurgitated again. Put bluntly I’m sick of the same old thing, which is ironic because the same old thing is meant to be what’s new on the big screen these days… Which is why I’ve begun to cast my eye on the good old golden era of film when the story, the characters and the actors who played them were everything or the movie was nothing. So what better place to start than an old film about the olden days? The 1969 Classic - Butch Cassidy and the Sundanc

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Twenty Three

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Imagine for a moment that I’m a chubby dude running up a very long and frighteningly steep hill and I’m trying to explain my week to you between long drawn out death defying puffs of air. I’m  deep breath  still  wheeze  trying  sudden burst of hyperventilation  to  gasp  reach  groan  the top  flatulence  of  huff  this  puff  HILL!!!! Chances are I’m about to fall over so you’d best get out of my way because death by human donut could occur any moment now. That’s how I feel about this marathon to reach $500. Not only am I a snail trying to run a race with birds but I’m a fat snail recovering from an Easter binge. Seriously I did some working out today with a mate who is sixth dahn  in Karate. He was kind to me but within only ten minutes I was choking and spluttering on the grass and that was just from the stretching. He worked me hard until I sort of flopped on the ground like a melted ice cream! Again that’s what turning my $100 into $500 has become, a workout that I can’

Late night creativitiy

So I should have gone to bed two hours ago but instead spent my much needed rest on this 1.5 minutes of poorly timed instrumentation... Feel free to like it or hate it, either way I'm going to share it! Mucking Around With String by Kerin Gedge

A Demonstration of Atmospheric Pressure

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Here's one of my brother's videos which I thought I would re-post for your enjoyment... WARNING this video may contain educational content. For more videos by Mr Gedge check out his Channel Here!

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Twenty Two

Over the past few weeks my efforts to turn $100 into $500 have reminded me of my child hood, specifically the times when I played “let’s see how high I can build a tower before it falls over” with my building blocks. Somewhere along the line you learn as a kid that no matter how careful you are, no matter how skilled you are and no matter how much you wish you were the Knight Rider, no amount of anything can make standard blocks go higher than where you got them last time because the laws of physics were against you. Time to switch to lego. Applied to this enterprise I realize that I went overboard on the purchasing of new stock, my tower got too big and began to topple over. Last week I even lost money as the combination of purchasing new stock, success fees, relisting fees and the general overhead of it all got the better of me. So I’ve adopted a new strategy – limit my listings to the highest number of books I can possibly list before I start to lose money and stop buying new

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Twenty One

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In the past week I’ve been mauled by an angry cat, survived a 4.8 magnitude earthquake and received a rude email. Quite an exciting week really! Thanks to Felix, my ginger Rodentus Enemius I have a two and a half inch scratch marking the drumstick region of my thumb with its pain and bloody glory. I was trying to do him a favor by taking him to the vet but we never made it past the getting-him-into-the-cage stage as his back legs suddenly and miraculously turned into spinning lawn mower blades for my own special treatment of say-good-bye-to your-thumb pink face! (Sometimes Felix communicates with me through my own imagination so there’s a small chance I made that last part up). Nevertheless, there was nothing fake about me cancelling his vet appointment and swearing that he can die from whatever it was he was meant to be getting immunized against before I try putting him inside that cage again. Either that or I’m going to need one of those police shields you see used in riots, that a

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Twenty

The islands of my fortune lay on the distant horizon; I’m so close except I brought a rocking horse instead of a boat! At least that’s how it feels. In all great exploits one reaches the point where you just want to get it over and done with, partly because you have other things you want to do and partly because boredom is stimulating your yawn glands! As you know about six months ago I set myself the arduous task of transforming $100 into $500 no matter how long it took. The vehicle for my journey was Trademe , the Kiwi equivalent of eBay, on which I would list old books I scored from various op-shops for bargain prices. I started this series with just over a hundred books left over from my last series; I now have just over 350 listed. Last week I complained about the sad fact that listing fees, success fees and the acquisition of new books to sell left me with a profit the size of a tooth pick in a cocktail sausage, nevertheless I am determined to continue until I reach th

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Nineteen

Wow, I just realized it’s been nearly six months since I started this thing! Actually that’s a little bit depressing. In this series I set myself the challenge of turning $100 into $500 using Trademe, an online trading site not unlike eBay. Specifically I began by buying books from op-shops; listing them online and then using the money I earned to buy double the amount I sold. When I started this challenge I had about 100 books left over from my first series Pimp My Twenty Bucks. Now, many months later, I have close to 340 books listed and very little space to keep them all! I have unfortunately reached that place in any journey where you feel like the proverbial pencil who thought that a pencil sharpener was a great idea until one day he woke up to discover he had become a pencil stub. It used to be fun twirling around in circles until he realized that those pencil shavings on the floor were all that was left of him and he would never ever become a real boy. That is of course

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Eighteen

Wow, writer’s block. Doesn't happen often but when it does its like trying to force a cinder block through the tips of your fingers! It could be that too much time on the computer has fried some of my synaptic pathways, or it could be because I went all hippie on my back yard today and planted two new fruit trees, leaving a blister the size of a Kansas right in the center of my right palm, which would be true if Kansas was the size of my blister. I’m clearly not used to physical labor, the handle of my shovel might as well have been a potato peeler for the damage it did to me, I feel like I’m typing while a small meteor burns its way through my hand! So in short, this week’s entry will be brief and written through gritted teeth and possibly tears… er, manly tears of course, the kind that would take Chuck Norris’ tears down in a fight. Regardless those tears won’t be from my gardening injury, but rather from the puny figure on my little accounting sheet here. It hasn't bee

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Seventeen

This week I took the mincemeat of my mangled emotions and made meat patties. In my last blog I explained that I was left bruised and ego-impaired after I posted a link to this series in a Public Forum… of course I should have expected that when the title of my post read, “How to turn $100 into $500” when in fact I haven’t quite done it yet, and am doing it rather slowly… hence the mince meat I felt like as I entered into the new week. Probably because of despair or perhaps because a friend shouted me a subscription to World of Warcraft, I only managed to list twenty new items this week, keeping my stock at about the 300 mark for the past seven days… Nevertheless, it didn’t mean I was not busy with other things pertaining to this titanic task. For one thing I did not abandon the Trademe Message Board entirely, but have rather started a few random threads so that people will note me as a trader of interest and check out my stock. Threads like, “Hey has anyone ever been abducted by

Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Sixteen

I was struck by a deep thought this week while listing some books that were well, books for ladies. You know the sort, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Bridget Jones’ Diary, that sort of thing. If I was dealing with a movie we have a description here in NZ that fits the type of film your female partner might drag you to, it’s called a “chick flick”. But if you can call a hopeless sob story involving unrealistic romance with a man that most real men would want to punch in the face a “chick flick” then would that make the paperback version of such a story a “chook book”? I was thinking along those lines when I realized to my dismay that Trademe have no category for such a book, and seeing as I had recently been donated a box load of the things (thank you donators, they’re awesome!) I was forced to list them under “general fiction”. But that wasn’t the only thing that upset me about my favourite online trader this week, because it was on this site I found myself the centre of a virtual bu