A mixed bag...
I keep thinking of things I want to write about, then either think about them too much 'til I'm bored of them, or completely forget them. So a mixed bag of thoughts and jottings today.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
The president of Iran, or, according to some UK tabloids 'The Evil President of Iran', has been in the news a lot, and he has a beard not unlike my own. I think he played the whole thing very well. Not so impressed with Royal Naval personnel - whatever happened to British spunk and backbone, eh? If the cream of Her Majesty's Navy is confessing to crimes they don't believe they committed within a few days of capture after some (alleged) isolation and questioning, what should we make of confessions of those held and questioned for four years or more at Guantánamo Bay? If anyone thinks the Iranians are behaving badly, read Iran's history (and Britain's part in it) of the last century.
Penises!
(Not for the faint hearted, or those currently enjoying a nice sandwich)
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/5371500.stm
I've always said that Johnny Foreigner is a rum sort, but this takes the (cock) biscuit.
Humps (and lady lumps)
Alanis Morissette may not understand irony but she seems to have a firm grasp of parody.
And in case, like me, you haven't seen it the original here's the Black Eyed Peas' version.
An April Fool's joke apparently. Hooray for Alanis I say.
Beards
Week five... A bit lop-sided in the moustache department, but a good walrusy soup-strainer developing there.
Beard. All a bit Eagle-Eyes Action Man. Antonia thinks I should build a cuckoo-clock inside it.Four days off! Yea!
Antonia bought Esme her first Easter egg from Fortnum and Mason - London's finest grocer and convenience store. Probably one of the few shops in the world where you can buy a cabbage, a pound of carrots, two dozen fresh oysters and a £500 bottle of Champagne. Very convenient, I'm sure you'll agree.
Mmmmm... Eggy goodness....It was lovely. Probably the best Easter egg I've ever eaten.
Later on, we went to the park where we read about the wonders of functional computer languages. Esme was really taken with the declarative programming paradigm. It's just thrill after wacky, crazy, thrill when I'm your father! Oh yes! The park was rather lovely too. No Easter Bum Snakes here.
'Gosh, Father! This is interesting!'
7 answers on a postcard...:
fergie of the black eyed peas should never ever be allowed out on her own. it's obvious that the poor dear isn't capable of navigating the subway alone when you actually listen to lyrics of her solo album of which this and 'London Bridges' are part.
The egg is beautiful as is the tiny nugget your holding as you read in the park. Happy Easter to you and yours.
I feel a sitcom coming on...
"Iran Behaving Badly" starring Makan Kianoosh and Nouri al Mehrzad.
Sorry, too much coffee :)
so Alanis is wandering into Weird Al's territory - pretty damned good job too.
my daughter (slightly older) would watch home DIY shows with me.
pascal bored her to tears, though.
Mr. Man used to read Linux books to our girls. Now they are old enough to scream "stop it, Daddy!" and throw things at him. SO he sticks with Charlotte's Web & Maira Kalman books.
That Easter egg was a work of art. Did it taste as good as it looked?
Lisa, it was divine!
The (ahem) tasty morsel from the cuisine article that I like best is: "After fleeing China's civil war back in 1949, he moved to Taiwan, and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he began to look deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, and experiment on the appendages of man's best friend."
Having grown up in Atlanta, it shocks me a bit that there's perhaps a supportive culture in which to experiment on dogs' penises. They don't call it the Dirrrty South for nuthin'.
A mixed bag...
Thanks for sharing
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