Vent Your Spleen!

That Is, Let Your Inner Rage Out
     I quoth this phrase today, to a blank look from Darling Daughter.  She'd never heard of it.
     'I think it dates back to the "Four Humours" version of medical science,' I explained.
     Then, of course, I had to explain the Four Humours.
     Okay, from the classical civilisations of Greece and Rome onward, up until the Enlightenment, it was accepted that people contained four humours (nothing to do with comedy; think various kinds of liquids that ooze about the human interior).  These were choleric, sanguine, melancholic and phlegmatic.

Wow.  These four got stuck in the ugly washing-machine on full spin-cycle!

Still with me?  If these humour were out of balance or present in excess, you got all sorts of symptoms.  The spleen was supposed to affect people and make them bad-tempered, irritable and unpleasant.

The Spleen

No!  Wrong!  That's the wrong Spleen! - oh - that's me venting mine.

Creepy Organ Music Part Two
     Yesterday I had an animated discussion with Darling Daughter about my Classical Organ Masterworks CD, which she categorised as "creepy".
     I informed her how I had demonstrably proven her wrong, but she bounced right back.
     "If you came home, and all the lights were out, and that music was playing, you'd think it was creepy."
     Do you know, I think she's got something there ...

A text from the Mansion: "Conrad - cn u pick up wooden stake + silv bullets on way home thnks"

Denmark!  Poor Show!
     Especially when I "bigged-you-up", as I believe the saying goes.  I refer to a viral FB post about the Faroe Islanders killing long-finned whales as a rite of passage.

Nope, sadly not an accident at the local paint factory

This really will not do at all!  
     If this is not cut out quick smart, I can see Danish-BOOJUM! relations taking a distinctly chilly turn.
     As a rite of passage here in the UK, teenaged males go out and have a whale hell of a time - drinking, usually. They spill beer, not blood, don't you know.  Nor do they go to watch a bit of bear-baiting at chucking-out time, followed by drowning a witch or two (burning them would take ages, you see, and what with the rain and wet wood ...) before going to work next day in a chimney.
     Don't forget, either, that starship invasion fleet of mine is inbound.  Mutatis mutandis, when they get here they might be looking for some rites of passage themselves ...

Pub Quiz!
     We intend to spend as much of our beer tokens as possible tonight, which hopefully means getting things wrong, mis-identifying pictures, and generally coming way down the league table tonight.
     I shudder to think what will happen to us if we win for a third consecutive week -

"Police are still searching for four members of a pub quiz team who vanished as they walked home"

Finis
     Yes, yes, the obligatory cute animal shot.  I have to put this in for Anna, who - normally the most placid of people - was planning to blow up Denmark this morning.  Hopefully this will calm her down.

How cute is that?   Yes, yes it's a rat.  Yes rats are cute.  They are so!  THEY ARE!! Damn it, now you've got me venting my spleen.