I Have Not Sat On Saturday

Boring Domestic Stuff
     Actually I have sat, but not for long. There was the Lychee Ice Cream to make - currently freezing in the freezer - and then the Chicken Chowder, after washing up a ton of dishes, stocking up and setting off the dishwasher, making a Giant Sausage Sub Sandwich, doing several logic puzzles (lounging rather than sitting), writing out a recipe for Lorraine and can you call perching upon a Dada Dog* "sitting"?  I think not!
     The sitting commences ... now.  I have the Blog to write, then a cruise through Facebook, then some more Zombie Novel, mayyyyyybe some recipe-pricing** and all the while I am watching films on a separate notebook perched atop my PC.  Hint:  It is higher in number than "Kick Ass" but is not an odd number ...

Hit Girl and Big Daddy.  DC Comics never sued over plagiarism?  Guess they must have a sense of humour ...

Mars
     Hilariously ambiguous, eh?  The planet?  The confectioners?  Your mother's house?
     No.  The Mars Volta.  Pretty potty prog metal mathcore musicians.  I took the trouble to check out lyrics on their track "A Zed And Two Naughts", especially the chorus.
     "Saint Christopher, Don't go wandering, There's no-one left to save, Because there's no-one at the wheel, Saint Christopher". 
     Musically, it sounds great but makes absolutely no sense.  I suspect this may be true of other musicians I like who do not sing in English. 

I exclude Rokia Traore from the above.  Check her out, she's worth it.

Volcanic Islands
     Watch out Pakistan!  The French are already en route.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-24315820

     I jest!  When Surtsey, a volcanic island newly arrived above the waves to the south-east of Iceland, permitted visitors in the mid-1960s, French journalists laid claim to the territory on behalf of France.
     This is a bit unfair.  France has beaches, and spas, and islands, so it didn't need to annex any Icelandic territory.

Surtsey.  A bit of a fixer-upper in terms of property, although it does come with it's own jacuzzi.  Also a magnet for French estate agents.

So - Tanks?
    A tank? Perhaps.  I think the operative word here would be "Spoke" rather than "Tank".

Competetive  Russians:  the Penny-Farthing Times One Million

 Sir Bradley Wiggins eat your heart out!  This monster was intended to roll over Prussian or Austro-Hungarian field defences, except it got stuck the first time it was tested.  A good thing, too - can you imagine today's AFV's being descended from this Giant Bicycle?

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Dada Dog a.k.a. Knee Chair

** Recipe Pricing - the Ultimate Anal Retentive Challenge. Working out what ingredients in a recipe cost.  There may be a Blog post on this subject later.