Apt

Maudlin

I was trudging to the shop a couple of days ago when I espied this street sign – which was odd, as I’ve walked the same way to the shop many times and the sign isn’t new. Now, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to live in Maudlin Court. A small pied-à-terre in Goldmine Alley would be super, but a gaff in Maudlin Court, no.

Then I thought about other places I wouldn’t desperately like to live. Depression Way in Grayling, Michigan, didn’t sound like a barrel of laughs – even though it’s just down the road from Gaylord. Depression Hollow in Smethport, Pasadena, didn’t float my boat, either….

It was lucky I had other things to do at this point in the inquiry, otherwise I’d need a good few hours with the rather apt blue light.

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Ludicrous

I was up at the quack of dawn trawling the net and came across this on etsy.com. I’ve seen some odd things in my time, but this just quacked me up. Poor duck looks frightfully embarrassed.

Here: you too can get a PartyFowl Made-to-Order Diaper Harness for Pet Ducks, Chickens, & Geese, though they’re not exactly cheep. 😉

Rain, rain, rain and floods.

Rainy June.

This country is weird. Half the place is under a hosepipe ban whilst the other half is busily preparing arks – or should be if they know what’s good for them.

Meanwhile we have a seagull (called Napoleon), who has taken to wandering in through the back door. He’s been in the kitchen twice, and on Sunday  B was busy getting him out of the front room, when some woman stopped outside.

“Why’s there a seagull in your living room?” she asked, blue rinse quivering.

“Sunday Roast,” B replied, and then had to tell the woman it was a joke before she called the RSPB.

The cats don’t seem to care, either. Mind you, Napoleon is as big as they are, and his beak has to be shaper than their claws. Hopefully, one day soon, I’ll catch him on camera.

Max and Me

When I was very small, way back when, I remember being ill. I think it was flu, but it might have been measles… anyway, I wasn’t well. And I wasn’t a good patient, either.

So there I was—I can picture the room, the single bed, the smell of the pillows and the blankets, and the smell of Vick’s vapour rub—and in comes my Dad with a book. I have a feeling he’d just got back from a business trip to America, but I could be jumbled up.

Anyway, after feeling my forehead—as parents are wont to do—he sat down and read me the tale of Max and the Wild Things. And then he read it again, as did most of the decent adults who ministered to poor old me. Once was good, but twice was better! Once I was well again it became a bedtime ritual… for a bit. I haven’t read it in an age, and the last time was to my nephews.

I was very sad when I heard Maurice Sendak had died, but thinking of Max and the Wild Things, and his fantastic illustrations have stirred up some wonderful memories.

Useless.

Six neck guitar

 

Here’s something you don’t see everyday*. A totally useless six neck guitar. Why? I mean, what’s the point? As an instrument it’s impossible to play (unless you’re the size of Hagrid with six foot arms), and as bragging rights go – sorry, but your mates are going to think you’re a tosser.

I suppose, if push comes to shove, you could stick it on the wall and dust it a lot: an awful lot.

*I nabbed the photo from a friend’s blog.

A train that does …?

What it does no one knows. It trundles along, escapes by a nose.

 

Walking to the shops you have to cross a bridge at the station. This is what I saw parked up there on the Westbound platform. Now, I’m interested in many things, but trainspotting hasn’t been one of them, as yet. To be honest trainspotting (unless it’s of the Danny Boyle variety) will probably never interest me. But a train that is made up of strange looking bits, bobs, and pieces is interesting.

I was, for my sins, going to go and see what it did, but it moved off before I could get there. Fast. Perhaps it knew I was interested and gave me the proverbial finger – I don’t know if trains can be sentient, but it left just after I decided to have a gander.

It looks expensive, too. It has design, it has purpose, and it’s nothing like the cattle trucks we get to stand up in when we save up and buy a ticket. That train has a mission and I would dearly like to know what that mission is. Obviously, it’s not going to the stars, and it’s not on its way to the bottom of the Laurentian Abysmal, or up Everest. But whatever it is it does it might be momentarily interesting. Mightn’t it?

Holy Gobsmacked Hell! And other news.

 

I get excited about the strangest things, but this … this is just the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Watch it and be amazed, too!

I’ll bet you watch it more than once! 🙂

In other news:

SOPA/PIPA Blackout Day

It seems the SOPA/PIPA blackout, led by Wikipedia yesterday, was successful. Eight U.S. lawmakers – including two of the co-sponsors – have withdrawn their support. The event caused Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg to make his first tweet in three years – which linked to this.

Stargazing

The BBC’s yearly Stargazing Live had an amazing success when one of its viewers discovered a planet. The program, which ran for three nights, asked viewers to join www.planethunters.org which uses data gathered by NASA’s Kepler space telescope and gets people to spot anomalies that their computers missed.* And so Chris Holmes from Peterborough did! I watched the program for two of the three nights and it really was riveting viewing.

* Humans are better at pattern recognition than computers. It’s nice to know there’s something we can do that’s better than computers. 😉

Costa Concordia

Captain Francesco Schettino of the Costa Concordia is in deep, deep doo doo, and appears to be heading for crucifixion. Admittedly, from what I’ve read and seen on the news, crucifixion might be warranted. But I thought we worked under ‘innocent until proven guilty.’ Yes, he seems to be an abject coward who fled the scene. But is he really? The recording of the ‘conversation’ between Schettino and the coastguard is pretty damning. Still, time will tell. At present Schettino is under house arrest for possible multiple manslaughter.

The captain’s supposed cowardice brought back memories of a joke that did the rounds at school: ‘did you know an Italian tank has one forward gear and five reverse?’ Boom boom! or rather Glug glug!

Dropbox apps

Finally, if you use dropbox – and who in their right minds doesn’t use this wondrous sanity saving thing – then this article is well worth perusing: The best apps for your dropbox.