Bitty
It’s been a bitty kind of day and I am feeling very bitty about the brain and disinclined to compose a smooth flowing blog entry moving thoughtfully and gracefully from one topic to the next Get real McKinley when have I ever done this??? Okay less than usual tonight. It’s a Sunday supper evening–now shoe* courtesy is a demonstrably variable item, as pursued lately on the forum, so how common is the leftovers supper on Sunday possibly after the big midday meal or possibly just End of the Weekend it’s Monday Tomorrow I Am Unmotivated**? I think of Sunday leftovers as a Fine Old Familiar Tradition that . . . I just have never somehow had much to do with, like beer drinking or wearing white gloves.*** As far as I’m concerned leftovers are always a good idea.†
And I have all these links stacking up in my ‘blog stuff’ folder. Hmm. [juggling noises]
So lying around in a stupor of digestion is the perfect time for a movie, right? So just before you hit the TV remote†† here’s a little one to warm up with, courtesy Blackbear:
http://upyernoz.blogspot.com/2009/02/star-wars-retold-by-someone-who-hasnt.html
And speaking of the stupor of digestion, you may or may not want to approach this:
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/02/passive-aggressive-cakes.html †††
Right. Now that I’ve got you and your clicking fingers all softened up . . . Something completely different: ‡
I can’t decide if this guy(s) scares or fascinates me more, but before those of you hitherto unacquainted with the faf, the gib, and the lob switch off after the first paragraph of the first entry on the opening page ( . . . as I write this, presumably someone reading this post a fortnight or a year from now will see something else), well, skip on down to the last two sentences which take my breath away for their sheer vicious accuracy about life in this world, whatever the specific politics behind them:
As much as we might all yearn for peace, history has shown that Palestinians understand only violence. Well, violence and Arabic, but Arabic is notoriously difficult to learn, while most of us can become fluent in violence in just under a semester.
I tend to come away from a read of fafblog‡‡ needing a strong cup of tea and a lie down‡‡‡ but it’s mind expanding in a way not dissimilar to hallucinogenic drugs. Which way did you say up was again? And the concept of ‘down’ again please? If Castaneda’s Don Juan were into modern politics, he might write like this. I recommend a scroll down the opening page, which will include:
The Second Coming
Snow Day
Pie Blogging
And the side bar is good too. Say, for example, George Washington’s thirty penises. No, sic. So go look already.
And now that I’ve managed to get us back on politics (sort of) let me offer you something Blackbear posted in response to last night’s entry about Obama:
http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/black_man_given_nations
And don’t forget to click through to:
http://store.theonion.com/black-man-given-nations-worst-job-p-372.html §
Which made me laugh immoderately which laughter may or may not be a good sign of something or other. I fear the Onion’s readership is a trifle college educated and white which for better or worse would be me. But at least we now all have a particoloured president. Ha. Ha.§§
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* Okay, here’s one of those links I’ve been longing to offer you and no idea how to plug it into one of my standard smooth flowing etc entries. FEET CAKES.^ View and be . . . slightly ill.
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/02/thisll-cure-that-freaky-fetish.html
But you’re all fans of cakewrecks, right? One of the truly brilliant manifestations of the blogosphere: you look at something like cakewrecks–so simple, so inspired–and think, Yes, It Was All Worth It, Computers and Blood and Screaming, etc^^, we have cakewrecks.blogspot.com. ^^^
^ Courtesy southdowner, although several of you have sent me cakewreck links. Which says something about the unity and communality of this blog’s readership. Let’s just leave that thought right there. . . .
^^ I am not only very tired and brainless, I am listening to Beethoven’s Fifth, which always makes me feel a bit like Harry standing on the top of that mountain about to save the day in a grand and swashbuckling manner or, well, there’s a scene in One of the Third Damar Novels that has that effect on me too, but you wouldn’t know about that, would you?+
+ No, I am not a nice person. Hadn’t you figured that out yet?
^^^ And now, whilst still speaking of links I have been longing to offer you and clueless as to how to present them, aside from with a flourish, um, er, here’s one that made me laugh so hysterically that the hellhounds came to investigate+ but it’s very rude and anyone of a delicate disposition should eschew it. She Whom I Will Not Expose to the Calumny of Millions By Revealing Here suggested I put it in very small print down at the bottom of an entry, but I don’t know how to do very small print in WordPress, so you’re just going to have to PAY ATTENTION TO ME TRYING TO WARN YOU HERE THAT IF YOU DON’T LIKE BAD LANGUAGE, STAY THE FRELLING WHATEVER AWAY FROM THIS LINK, OKAY? For the rest of you, especially the Computer Challenged, click through immediately:
http://www.theonion.com/content/video/sony_releases_new_stupid_piece_of
+ Don’t you think you need to lie on the sofa to recover?
** I of course find these little observances of normality^ fascinating because Free Lancers Have No Normal. One can get quite wistful about other ways of life even when, for example, one knows one couldn’t keep a schedule to save one’s life. I have enough trouble getting to service ring at 8:50 every Sunday morning. Especially when I was probably up till about [MMMPH] the night/morning reading. You know I used to fall asleep over whatever I was reading, and that was the sign to turn the light out. Now I hear my chiming clock chime unholy numbers^^ and think, shut up! You’re lying! If it were that late I would be falling asleep!
^http://wondermark.com/488/ (also southdowner, who gets around)
^^ 666+
+ You all know this t shirt, right? http://www.topstitches-uk.com/proddetail.php?prod=1005
*** Although first time I started learning to ring handbells, I was ringing the handbells of a Careful Person Who Cherished His Beautiful Glossy Handbells, and we all had to wear gloves. This is not uncommon, by the way. But it did cast a pall of surreality over the proceedings that . . . actually suits handbells extremely well, and it’s probably where the glove thing comes from and nothing to do with keeping evil corrosive fingerprints off the bells. Niall is much too eager to get handbells into people’s hands, anyone’s hands, to obstruct the process with a question of gloves. If asked, he would probably say that his bells will see him out, corrosive fingerprints or no corrosive fingerprints, and his handbell heir can worry about it later.
† No cooking! More time to play piano/read/plant things! And nineteen bars of chocolate left from the box of twenty!^ ‘Over’ is perhaps a superfluous detail. . . .
^ So Peter has only just brought it home, okay? I haven’t had much time.
†† Which in this household causes an avalanche of hellhounds, who know what that noise means. Person on sofa! Yaaaaay!
††† Speaking of cakewrecks, which we already were, down here in the footnotes, and southdowner, who’s responsible for this one too. I feel that some of these people must be murder mystery readers and maybe they should get out more.
‡ It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it
‡‡ Which is Blackbear’s fault/blame/responsibility/daring/luminosity/twistedness/etc
‡‡‡ Yaaay! say the hellhounds. Hmm. Is Blackbear conspiring with the hellhounds? What are those special mod powers anyway?
§ And possibly apropos of views from different sides of a question
§§ And if whoever sent me the link to the grade-level comparison of Obama and Bunion’s first press conferences would be so kind as to remind me I’ll frelling credit you. I couldn’t find the email last night, but fortunately the link itself popped up on google very nicely.
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