To get this blog to you in a timely fashion?
Actually the truth is rather less dramatic than starving for art, as you know what a self-promoting swill-spouting whale of woe Conrad is*. In truth this afternoon I've been dining on jam doughnuts, crisps, tortillas, squashy bananas, toffee popcorn, jelly babies and pints of generic cola. Not to mention the pint of coffee made up with several teaspoons of honey. So! After the sugar rush wore off, I've not been that hungry as all the above came after lunch.
The Irony Of OctSober
I should say, Ian La Frenais**!
Yesday was the first day of dipping one's large, mis-shapen toe into the waters of sobriety for a whole month, and I didn't yield to temptation at the Halfway House during the pub quiz, instead settling for delicious limeade.
I did win a bottle of red wine, however, which is going to have to sit for a month unopened in the cupboard, alongside the bottle of white wine.
Conrad, horribly drunk. Or completely sober. (Yes, it is hard to tell the difference) |
Quite! Naval matters not a speciality of Conrad. I guessed that Nelson would be too young, and went for Admiral Hood. The answer given was actually Admiral Sir George Rodney - but a quick Wiki reveals that Sir Samuel Hood was prominent in the action, too. So - Conrad morally correct, eh?
You What?
I don't mind harping on a theme, even if you object, because - whose blog is it? Anyway, more of wine. The Twits have been especially inept today, as you can see:
NO! NO YOU CANNOT! |
More Screenshots
I do apologise, I thought I'd saved a rather peculiar Tweet from the University of East Anglia, but there's only a big black square when I look at my saved screenshots.
Well, instead I can post some artwork by Brian Michael Bendis. I've mentioned him on occasion before, he writes the "Powers" comics and also "The United States of Murder", which I may be acquiring tomorrow. BMB started off as an artist and caricaturist - enough words, have a look at these:
Small, perhaps, yet sufficient |
These are about Chewbacca. You may have guessed that already. |
"The B.F.G." By Roald Dahl
I haven't read the book, I confess, although I've seen the film several times. Whilst in the shower thinking up a skit based on the author's name, I stopped to ponder a bit. Only a bit, unlike pondering at the bus-stop if you over-ponder in a shower the hot water runs out.
"Where?" I pondered, "Are all the female giants***?" There's a whole flock of child-devouring flesh-eating male monsters, of whom the BFG is the honourable exception, but nary a female do we see.
Now, given that this film has to be SFW, and that the male giants are given to a casual attitude when it comes to clothing - Art?
BFG vs. BUG |
Or! Perhaps Dahl was inspired by the tale of the Entwives in "Lord of the Rings", another race of giant females who have vanished from the world.
Of course, I could be overthinking this a bit ...
Winter Plumage
This morning I had occasion to use my birthday present from Darling Daughter. This is because, whilst the October days may be warm and sunny^, there is a definite nip in the air of a morning.
Let the proof be provided!
Old, fat and jowly. Looking rather scowly. |
Finally -
I don't think the "Darwin Award Winners" website is still going, which is a shame. It recorded the variously successful or unsuccessful attempts by idiots to remove themselves from the gene pool by stupid behaviour. Allow me to show you what I mean -
Conrad he say: DO NOT TOUCH!
A Stokes Mortar bomb. Ten pounds of nasty waiting to happen! |
* Of course, if you want to dispute this any time, please feel free. Actually I do like that description: "A self-promoting swill-spouting whale of woe". I may reuse that.
** Co-creator of "The Likely Lads"
*** Or is it "giantesses"?
^ Curses!
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