Sea monster vs oil rig. Oil rig loses.
News of note
Something in my house that I don’t own (Don’t you weep) is now finished. I am back writing songs down again after taking a break.
Margot is cleaner. I bathed her (again!) this morning. I also applied conditioner, because she’s so staticky she’s attracting dirt like a CRT. She is an indoor-outdoor cat, and they say you should never let Persians be indoor-outdoor cats because
- They are purebreds and people will steal them (she’s chipped)
- They get filthy laying about in the debris outside
- They are none too smart and rather too docile
Unfortunately, the place has a cat door, so what can ya do? Besides, she looks so cute chasing bugs in the backyard and galloping up the back deck stairs.
Speaking of stairs, I have installed the anti-skid tape on the basement stairs, and this should prevent all three cats and any relevant hoomins from skidding down those stairs asswise. (All three cats have wiped out on the stairs).
I am glad I haven’t had the R John Caspell memorial signage made up yet because it must now include the words “And Cat Vomitarium” under “Memorial Pinball Parlour” because, like, you know, the cats enjoy throwing up on that blue carpet.
Here is my hat with a rainbow on it
Part of my remarkable afternoon at Mike’s last week was coming back into his place from a couple of hours on that nice toasty balcony and finding my hat with a rainbow splashed across it.
It reminded me…
… of the rainbow on the living room floor in the house on Oakridge Drive when I was growing up. We had a fishtank in the front entrance way, and at the right time of day, at the right time of year, the light would hit one end of it as if it was passing through a prism, and throw a spray of brilliant colour on the hardwood floor. I think we got at least one picture of that squirrelled away someplace.
…. of the rainbow on the slate floor in the cafeteria at my old job. Same thing… light would come into the atrium, bounce through the an edge of a glass plate on the railing, and throw colours on the floor. As far as I know, Jarmo and I were the only people who ever noticed, or at least commented about it.
Deb, that tiny feather is from your bird room. After all this time it hasn’t fallen out or blown away.
Photo credit Mike. The rest of the pics from that afternoon are, thanks to the mental image of my brother clawing his eyes out, NOT being posted.
Here is Margot guarding Jeff from bathroom drafts
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge, without fail.
Mr Geist explains it all to us…. the irony, the winsome, wincing irony, o lord yes, of the CRIA getting its ass SUED CLEAN OFF ITS FESTERING BODY for COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. Oooooo.
Remarkable science news culled from eurekalert.org
Our skin can feel sensation with more than one set of nerves.
Instant battery… just add paper?
There’s something deeply wrong with this story. I don’t care about the radiation, I just don’t want to fly through a thunderstorm.
Fit teenaged boys are smarter. So go get some exercise, ya little punks.
As a result of our long childhood, which seems to get longer every year, parents are involved with their kids longer. Nodding, nodding.
This has implications for everything from analysis of disease outbreaks to making more robust computer networks.
Cousin Gerald sends me this video.
A bagel named Mobius
Odds und sods
Doris Lessing interviewed. She has a way of saying things that is resonantly remarkable.
Alan Moore is inta majic. Now why the heck would anybody be startled by that. What he says really resonates. I know I am supposed to be a hard ass atheist, I should be a materialist, blah ha ha woof mew. There’s a lot I don’t know, including my own mind, sometimes.
A picture…. The guy who plays Esposito on Castle getting ‘bit’ by the Eric Northman from True Blood. For shiz like thiz twitter was invented….
Onion-style article about the stupidity of contemporary Brits.
So about all this type casting, stereo typing, and other mental short cut stuff…. Will be very hard to read, but I thought it was pretty funny.
I would have posted links to MP3s of Emma Goldman’s writings, but when there was a mispronunciation in the FIRST 30 SECONDS I say to myself, damn those modern anarchists, can’t they get anything rite write right??
And with this last link, I realize that irony explodes into a cloud of multiversial memes, and go back to transcribing Dennis’ reminiscences.
Bisphenol A is in darned near everything
Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie
Enjoy. Unless the word nipple gets you in trouble, SFW.
The “E” is silent, methinks.
Angry face 8-[
It’s interesting to think of a human face as a signalling device, but it’s kinda multipurpose. This link to a study on gender perception and emotion.
brain goes >>pop<<
I freely admit it, I am a fan of the Steampunk Aesthetic
And if you are too, you will LOVE this. SFW.
Success all round
Waffles = success.
Stationery trip = success.
Band audition = success.
Leftovers = success.
Priceless moments with our furry housemates = success.
Laundry = success.
Walking in the brilliant, glorious, dazzling, heart-drenching sunshine for 40 minutes while carrying a mandolin = success.
This line deleted on advice of counsel, but trust me, it was delectable and loathsome, like a verbal confection of the Marquis de Sade translated by Patrick O’Brian and interpreted by Hunter S. Thompson, and afterwards rolled in a dusting of H.P. Lovecraft. Still with me? I guarantee it equalled success.
Watching Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Woods in The Wrestler = success. Evan Rachel Woods supposedly getting back together with Marilyn Manson = you must be kidding = hope he’s quit drinking.
Having transcribed some of Dennis’ interview already = success.
A brief descent into vers libre, big kisses to the one reader of this blog who will actually appreciate this….
the what I do the thinking with, o
it makes a buzz
just like a beehive
teenaged boys have whacked. So much
to think about . life echoes in continuance . life dancing
through doorways . life unfurling its logic . life burgeoning .
life expiring on its own pyre .
life continues
to have that golden glow
Tonight in the fey
the fading moonlight
I am an avatar of the Parking Goddess
soon this divinity will drop
into the day / day
into whispers . into a rush of sea-borne sound . into the pale
and steady light of winter .