Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Musical chairs
Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin sang Twenty Nine Palms about Alannah Myles. Alannah Myles sang Black Velvet about Elvis Presley. Elvis Presley sang (covered) Killing Me Softly about Don McLean. Don McLean sang American Pie about Buddy Holly…
This could go on for hours.
Odd weather we’ve been having lately…
Early one morning Hamish woke up and looked out his window. He saw rainbows, moonbows, virga, waterspouts, tornadoes, St Elmo’s fire, a partial lunar eclipse, thunderheads, meteors, sundogs, arcs, haloes, lightning, firebolts, a parade of clouds in the shape of serpents, tigers and galleons, arorae, coronae, fata morganae, glories, an array of planets and asteroids, a swarm of comets shaped like swords and dragons, the heiligenschein, the Brocken Spectre, a rain of stars, a rain of fire and the Zodiacal Light.
“Bah!” said Hamish, and went back to bed.
Let’s do the time warp again
Crockett’s Theme by Jan Hammer is undoubtedly one of the best things to ever come out of the 1980s.
I shall brook no argument on this point.
And I’ve never even read/seen Dune
From a current ad for an SBS cooking show…
What’s charming, seductive and full of spice?
(It’s a joke people! Sheeze!)
SBS channels ye olde English bards.
From SBS World News last night…
“A lacklustre Golden Globes tarnishes tinseltown”
That’s almost Anglo-Saxon poetry! 😀
That’s all I’ve got to say
Check out the bull while the DJ revolves it
I got into work today (it was meant to be my day off but we’ve got so much to do before the Christmas break that I went in) and discovered – much to my annoyance – that someone had stolen my Red Bull!
(I keep a sugar free Red Bull in the office fridge, each morning I drink it and replace it with another one.)
Now some people might stick a note on their new can of Red Bull – something along the lines of “Hands off you thieving Micromine bastards!”. But why be crude when you can interesting? So my new can of Red Bull is now adorned with the following epigram…
Extra hours each week I pull,
So cursed be he who takes my Bull,
(OK it’s not a very good epigram, but it should get the message across 🙂
