How do they make anything without opposable thumbs?

I hadn’t seen Cars before. It turned out that even though it wasn’t as brilliant as The Incredibles or Monsters, Inc. it was still pretty good. That’s an enviable position to be in – your worst stuff is still better than everyone else’s. You can almost forgive Pixar for killing off 2D animation films and paving the way for stuff like Shrek 3.

I couldn’t quite work out the rules of the Cars universe – how does anything get built without opposable thumbs? Did they exist before Ford’s Model T? If the cars = people and the tractors = cows, shouldn’t the VW beetles = little flying people, instead of bugs?

This is going to keep me awake.

I was on Tory St today and noticed that the new Century City apartments are nearly finished, except for the sign dangling across the front like a Miss World sash, which still needed to be hauled into place. Then I realised that it was supposed to look like that. Amusingly, at the moment it reads “Century City Ho”. I assume that’s as far as they got on Friday, and figured that the “tel” could wait until after the weekend. Did I mention that it’s an extraordinarily ugly building? But this one takes the cake:

It fell off the Battlestar Galactica, would you like to live in it?

This building, and I say this without rancour or prejudice, is possibly the ugliest fucking chunk of tin I have ever seen in my life. It looks like something excreted by a cat who ate a bunch of tinsel. It looks like a Sandcrawler if you gave the Jawas mescaline and then told them to pimp out their ride. The only possible reason to live inside something as hideous as this misbegotten award trophy is so that you wouldn’t have to look at the thing. And it’s being built on Victoria St and Dixon St – near my Jitterati street art. Here’s a site that exults, despite massive visual evidence to the contrary, how awesome it’s going to be. And this Facebook group is a plea for common sense. I’ve repeated my similes there, because I’m quite pleased with them.

Here’s a fascinating site featuring more fucking hideous Wellington property developments that look like mashed robot party hats and prove that either people with money have no taste, or property developers think people with money have no taste.