Your humble scribe is still feeling like a hundred-year old man with a hangover, and is typing this sitting in the lounge, on a comfy seat, sipping aloe vera, feeling sorry for himself. Also watching "Elementary", which is going to prolong this typing. Sorry, but there it is. Thank you Doctor Moriarty!
One thing might boost your humble hack's mordant spirits would be a visit from Darling Daughter - oh! She's due to arrive soon.
Here she is. I make a lot of her visits as they're not very common, and she is really a Darling. Although quite where the time went is a mystery, since she's now in the last few months of her degree course.
And one of Wonder Wifey's slow-cooker stews - oh! It's under way in the kitchen.
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So, I'm still ill sitting still.
"That'd Be Great, Right?"
It depends on how you define "Great", to be honest. Your humble scribe has, after all, spent many decades perfecting his human disguise and would much rather retain it.
"Er - quite," I hear you quibble. "What?"
Frogs. That's what I mean.
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| I got this one |
Take the French dream-pop band M83 - No! I am not referring to the nation of France as Ranae (which is Latin for "Frog") as that would be shockingly lazy and merely reinforces old stereotypes, when what we want are new stereotypes - okay, their excellent and energetically-charged song "Recontre Moi Un Histoire" which is in English (and means "Tell me a story"). It's about a frog that appears to have the ability to warp reality, because if you touch it, red becomes blue.
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| The Horror! |
Indeed!
Rather more alarmingly, keep hold of your wig for this - blue becomes red!
At no point does the song specify whether these variations are the colours alone or if this transmutation affects mixes, too. I know, I know, worrying about this shows you what kind of person I am.
More alarmingly, your mummy becomes your daddy, no permission requested. Once again, the song does not specify what happens if you have a single-parent family, or same-sex parents; sloppy song creation, M83, go back and work on it!
What trumps even involuntary gender-reassignment is being turned into a frog youself.
"That's be great, right?" asserts the singer.
NO!
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| The singer. Which explains a lot. |
The Travails Of Travel
Well, the homeward-bound 24 bus turned up, on time*! With copies of The Metro* - although I'd already smashed both crossword and Sudoku - so inevitably it was merely a single-decker**, which at peak time was instantly rammed. The bus driver then had to remain prim, proper and professional whilst dealing with one passenger who tried to explain that he only had cash, no card. He didn't specify - shades of M83 - whether he was talking about a debit card, credit card or Travel card. He tried to ascertain where the bus was heading, and refining this information, whilst also carrying out a phone conversation with a third party in a foreign language.
Conrad did not especially mind, as he had a window seat under a bright light and a book to read. Aren't I easy to satisfy?
The Big News
As I'm sure you know by now, the REALLY BIG NEWS is the discovery of seven exoplanets orbiting a star 40 light years away, seven planets that resemble Earth in composition, being small and rocky rather than big and gassy. When the James Webb satellite telescope gets aloft we'll be able to determine what their atmospheric composition is, and thus whether or not they may harbour life.
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| Et voila |
Serendipity
Yes indeed. As you may already know, Conrad is one of those weird people who insist on reading the ingredients list on cosmetics and food. Those names can be fascinating*, or frightening**, or both on occasion***. Thus I came across an interesting blog quite by accident. Art?
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Chin Chin!
* Hooray!
** Booh!
*** Hmm. Not sure what to put here
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