- you disgusting sleazy slutchbags. 'Sum' in the mathematical sense. Really, when have we here at the blog ever been NSFW? Yes yes yes, we did feature a woman's bottom in 2015, but is was a statue and that makes it art, small 'a'.
So! Today we are back on the subject of 'Three' because there's load of entries in my 'Brewer's Dictionary Of Phrase And Fable', in addition to my own febrile, fecund imagination*. Art!
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| You find mud on cow pasture, right? |
This, lest ye be unaware, is a 'Monster made of mud', thank you AI Art Generator, because the first entry in our Three montage creates a desperately boring image. Art!
THREE ACRES AND A COW: Apparently this is a phrase used by the English politician Jesse Collings, as shorthand for the radical agricultural polcies he was pushing in the late nineteenth century. Art!
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| Worthy yet dullllll |
THREE-DECKER: Conrad, greedy baggage that he is, will lead with this being the name for a sandwich made with 3 slices of bread. Art!
ANYWAY the term is more properly applied to warships in the age of sail, as to one possessing three decks of guns. Art!
This is 'HMS Neptune', a first-rate ship of the line, mounting scads of cannon, which would be run out to fire out of those hatches. Suprisingly, my 'Brewer's' neglects a much, much older three-decker: the trireme, a warship of antiquity that was propelled by three banks of oars, which is where the name comes from. Art!
Wind power via sails was used as an adjunct, as oar power wasn't transient or variable. What looks like a 'beak' is the principal weapon of the trireme: a metal ram, which - you may be ahead of me here - was rammed into an enemy with all the speed the crew could muster. Art!
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| Rather more pacifically - |
This is another 'three-decker': at top, the pulpit, lower down the reading desk and at bottom the clerk's desk.
Okay, we now dart off at a tangent thanks to Conrad's skip of a brain and will consider bands who have the number 3 in their name. There are more than I realised. Art!
THE THREE DEGREES: We'll get these out of the way first as they have zero street cred, although I believe Kingie quite liked them when he was Princie. A black female trio from Philadelphia out of the Sixties (I think and cannot be bothered to check any further) who were famous for <Googles> 'When Will I See You Again' which in my case, ladies, will be exactly never. Is that good for you! Splendid! Art?
THE CRUCIAL THREE: This is cheating, really, because it's so obscure and I only know it since I'm a completist, otherwise known as an annoying pedant. They were only around for a couple of months 49 (!) years ago but are significant as all three went on to considerable success with other bands. They were Ian McCulloch (later of Echo and the Bunnymen, Pete Wylie (later of Wah!) and Julian Cope (later of The Teardrop Explodes). I will let you try and guess who is who. Art!
FUN BOY THREE: That above is known as a 'cash-grab' by the record label, because the band only put out two albums in total and if you were a proper muso you'd already have both.
ANYWAY TFBT were not much 'fun', only by comparison with the group that they'd departed, The Specials (originally The Specials a.k.a. said the annoying pedant). They were only around for a few years in the early Eighties and had the good grace to break up instead of bimbling along for the money. Art!
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| Can't they count? There's a lot more than 3 there |
THREE DOG NIGHT: I have heard the name but doubt I've ever heard any of their songs. The somewhat bizarre name alludes to the Australian aboriginal practice of fending off the cold by sleeping next to a dingo - allegedly. If if was a really cold night then they used two dingoes and for realllllly cold nights, three dingoes. Dingoes being an Ocker species of wild dog. Art!
THREE DAYS GRACE: Conrad knows nothing about them but already likes them with an album title and cover like that. After going a little Google-fu, they are a Canuckistanian rock band who have been around since 1997, which means they've had 6,753 days of grace already and can probably teach a certain diminutive gargoyle about the discrepancy between 3 days and <political screed redacted courtesy Mister Hand>.
Okay, I think I've leavened the more boring aspects of Three with my own unique and unwanted insight, so let us move on to meatier matters.
Enlightenment Dawns!
I mentioned having a mind like a skip above, which is both a blessing and a curse, as things come up to the surface at random, making me go off at a tangent, or at a tangent to a tangent. Art!
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| Skip contents |
I did, however, discover the title of a comic strip that I'd read one issue of in a comic I couldn't remember the name of. Art!
"The Crimson Ball" was about - you may be ahead of me here - a giant crimson ball, which was almost indestructible and was piloted by 'The Master', who was determined to use it and destroy all British airfields across This Sceptred Isle. Art!
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| Looks like a Vulcan about to get scragged |
Another long-standing mystery solved. Go me!
Now, where were we?
In Order To Create Words Of Wit, Wisdom And Wonder -
The blog, you bafunes, the blog! In order to have a little music to entertain my ears as I type, I use various music vlogs on Youtube, including 'Spy Electronica - Surveillance Grid'. The artwork for these 'Bassline Noir' sound montages is pretty good as well. Art!
I have no idea what he's doing but it looks great.
From The Sublime To The Slime
No! We are not talking about that most noble of characters, Slimer from 'Ghostbusters'. Instead we have a far less salubrious character, it being the Orange Landwhale himself, and another ghastly photo garnished from my news feed this time. Art!
He looks both wretched and haggard there. No date given but I think this is a relatively old one, as he's out and about and shambling across a lawn, rather than sitting down behind a desk as of late.
Krim Krisis Kontinues
Forgive the cod spelling, it's just that I like using the proper name for Crimea. So, the fuel crisis is getting worse, as the Kozaky drones keep hitting Ruffian tankers, whose drivers are now demanding a month's wages to do a single return run to the peninsula. Art!
This is the first part of a video clip and none of those cars are moving. Today (actually Thursday) no fuel AT ALL was delivered, and the Governor of Krim had a few sombre lines to speak, beginning with a stark warning that there was no fuel for sale, only government people with vouchers were eligible for fuel, and police were going to be posted to petrol stations to prevent rioting and anarchy. Art!
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| Translation: "Serfs must walk" |
Meanwhile, Mordorvia moulders on - there are now fuel restrictions in 14 regions, not because of attacks by Ukrainian drones on logistical choke points, but because of Ukrainian drone attacks on refineries and storage depots.
Putinpot is apparently having to purchase very expensive Belarusian petrol to keep supplies up, and it's not working. Tee Hee!
Finally -
Day Four of being entirely sober has gone well. Got lots done, including Hawkeye. Much more complete.
* I ain't going to define either. To your dictionaries get yourselves!
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