- like ""Maquette" and "Catafalque", except for "Oubliette" I already know what I'm thinking about*.
"Oubliette", you see, comes from the French "Oublier" meaning "To forget" and in these circumstances you can understand why. Art?
No! Not a dada ice cream cone. A schematic for the latest chic residence in the Bastille |
Oubliette: a room with a view. Just not much of one. |
Now, motley, shall order a takeaway for delivery - Indian or Chinese? See - this not murdering the motley is getting to be second nature with me.
Anonymous Performers, Again
Well, the Saban entertainment company haven't sued the pants off BOOJUM! after yesterday's horrid little barb on Facebook, so we shall continue.
We have already taken a jaundiced look at The Banana Splits, The Residents and the Teletubbies, so now let us peer with our red-rimmed eyes at -
- Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers! O but that missing "G" doth bug me. Art?
NO APOSTROPHE! THE HORROR, THE HORROR! |
As Conrad understands it, some canny or chiselling South Canadian studio suits dreamed up MMPR after becoming aware of the many decades of Nipponese "Super Sentai" television programmes. Art?
Thus (Suspiciously familiar, nicht war?) |
I did notice that they don't bother with a Brown Ranger. Not much of a cachet to being "BROWN RANGER!" for reasons we shall not go into here. SFW and all that.
Plus, "Pink Ranger" is less than inspiring, one feels. |
Pride And Prejudice
Men! Women! Horses! Endless rolling landscapes of verdant green |
However. There is, of course, a long Introduction by whomsoever edited this edition, as they simply have to get their MA thesis out in front of you, not to mention a whole lot of Notes, which are frequent enough to break up one's enjoyment of the text, and which they think are indispensable.
We shall see, madame, we shall see.
Vindicated!
OR
Now I Can Die Happy
Referring once again to matters literary, Your Humble Scribe took advantage of his day off yesteryon to tackle his other recent purchase, that of Dorothy L. Sayers' aristocratic detective Lord Peter Wimsey and the collected short stories thereof.
Here an aside. No, hang on, let's cattle-prod Art into action -
Topping casting - Ian Carmichael as our Lord |
The story I refer to is one where a CRYPTIC CROSSWORD PUZZLE forms a key plot ingredient, and Ol' Dot supplies the clues for it. Not only that, there's a key and solution at the end of the story, which I avoided studiously, because at some point in the future I'm going to tackle Ol' Dot's cryptic and see how I do.
Oh, and Bunter? That last clue you mentioned? The answer is "QUAGGA"
We have gone from the depths to the heights, haven't we? Mind you, I shall carefully avoid indicating which items are either elevated or lowly, because I am sneaking and crafty like that <sniggers whilst his forked tongue slithers in and out>
Bitten By The Coincidence Hydra AGAIN
Sorry there's no photograph to go with this, since I am posting from work and cannot upload photographs from my digital devil's device. You can trust me, I have an honest face <carefully keeps forked tongue out of sight>.
What did I use as an illustration in the first item of today's post? None other than an architectural feature of the Bastille, and I actually uploaded it last night. Art?
La Bastille |
Then, what and whom do I see in the pages of The Metro? Art!
Yeah, this lot |
Finally -
Proof that they do things differently in Ruffia, and have done for a long time. Ladies, Gentlemen and those undecided, may I present the monitor "Novgorod". Art?
Compact |
Yes, a circular ship |
Right, time for lunch!
* This is not always the case.
** And a hippo ten days dead, at that.
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