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Mon, 27 Mar 2006 09:50:09 -0800

Explanatory notes for previous comment

For those of the hard of thinking who are unable to visualise correctly some of the imagary laid out in relation to "Durga - The Popsicle" we provide here some visual aids.

A Giant Robot

A Giant Rabbit

you may wish to make up flash cards with the picture on one side, and the correct identification on the other so that if you ever run into either in the course of your day to day activities you are able to take the correct action.

Giant Rabbit : Pet, cuddle, feed carrots, balance giant pancakes on head.

Giant Robot : Run screaming, resolve never to visit Tokyo again.

(Unless of course it is tokyo.stumbleupon.com as she is hardly ever stomped by giant mechanicals or monsters.)

http://TheBuntyNextDoor.stumbleupon.com/review/926832/

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 13:31:00 -0700

Behold I am Prologue, I have donned cyber flesh to come amongst you and regail you with story.

It takes place in the faraway lands of Stumbleupon, and has a cast of thousands, some of whome aren't even creepy ass*, balding, beer bellied, couch potato, pychopaths from the hills of Michigan trying to lure innocent little ol' me (heyulp! heyulp!) to their evil lairs to have their wicked way before dismembering and salting my exqusisite cadavar for winter eating - although most internet denizens actually are, studies have shown this to be the case, the world may not be out to get me (my therapist is most insistant on this point), but the cyberworld most certainly is.

Umm where was I?

Oh yeah, the story.

Well first let us introduce our cast of characters...

* sounds like a medical condition doesn't it,

"doctor I just can't sit still, on the couch watching TV I move slowly from side to side, and I'm sure the cushions are dissappearing...."

"hmm lie down on the table there and let my get my staple gun, sounds like you have a nasty case of CREEPY ASS!"

(p.s. this blog is just me posting back all the reviews that got removed when I deleted my old blog, I am slowly working my way through a billionty one files, so if you haven't been re-added it's nothing personal, just I haven't got to you yet, and I'm hungry, I want to go and eat, not spend all night here copy and pasting from endless HTML files. Unless of course it is personal, in which case, well... it is :p )

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Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:08:21 -0800

Moomintroll shook his head. 'I don't feel like it,' he said.

'Then I'll tell your fortune,' Sniff persisted. 'Perhaps you've got one of those lucky stars shining on you.'

'Thanks,' said Moomintroll bitterly. 'I've had just about enough of stars. With or without tails.'

Sniff sighed deeply and sat for a long time disconsolately watching the strange landscape, with his nose between his paws. Suddenly his eye was caught by something out of the ordinary. it looked like a yellow ice cream cornet upside down, and was the first brightly coloured thing they had seen for a week. It was down by the edge of the water, and had what looked like a flag flying on top.

As Moomintroll and Sniff got nearer they heard quite unmistakable sounds of music, and it was cheerful music too. They strained their ears excitedly, drifting slowly nearer. At last they could see it was a tent, and gave a shout of joy.

The music stopped, and out of the tent came a snufkin with a mouth-organ in his hand. He had a feather in his old green hat and cried: 'Ahoy! Ship ahoy!'

Moomintroll caught hold of the rudder and the raft swung towards land.

'Off with the painter!' shouted Snufkin, hopping eagerly up and down. 'Fancy that! What Fun! Coming all this way just to see me!'

'Well - we didn't exactly,' began Moomintroll, clambering ashore.

'Never mind!' answered Snufkin, 'The main thing is that you're here. You'll stay the night, won't you?'

'We should love to,' said Moomintroll. 'We haven't seen a soul since we left home, and that was ages ago. Why in the world do you live here in this desert?'

'I'm a tramp, and I live all over the place,' answered Snufkin. 'I wander about and when I find a place that I like I put up my tent and play my mouth-organ.'

*continued..*

http://TheBuntyNextDoor.stumbleupon.com/review/949268/

Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:07:51 -0800

'Do you like this place?' asked Sniff in surprise, looking at the desolation all around them.

'Certainly I do,' said Snufkin. 'Look as that black velvet tree with the beautiful grey colours beyond; look at the mountains that are deep purple-red in the distance! And sometimes a big blue buffalo comes to look at himself in the river.'

'You aren't by any chance - er - a painter?' asked Moomintroll rather shyly.

'Or perhaps a poet?' suggested Sniff.

'I am everything!' said Snufkin, putting on the kettle.

...

--- Tove Jansson - Comet in Moominland --

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Thu, 24 Mar 2005 12:15:37 -0800

Perhaps before now gentle reader I should have introduced you to the hole, rather remiss of me not to have, as it plays as you will shortly find quite a large role in this story.

which is only fitting as it was rather a large hole perhaps 4 foot in diameter and the same in depth. It had grown down (not up, what hole grows up?) like a mushroom one stormy night, caused by an underground spring (the overground sort would have caused an upwards growing hole) in spate. And it lay directly in the middle of the track back from the loch to the house, but that was ok, it was easily driven round.

So there I was driving merrily along, perhaps even singing cheerfully, but I think probably not, I was not particularly given to song as a child, crow sitting on the back, me sticking slightly to the vinyl, the hole somewhere watching and waiting....

It turns out that this was a strange crow indeed, not content with hitching a lift on the back of the landrover, it (perhaps due to some parrot in it's distant ancestry...) decided to alight upon my shoulder. The sequence of events that rapidly and in quick machine gun succession followed could best be summarised thus (and I will be brief, so you will have to use your imaginations a little, but then, isn't that what they are there for neh?):

Crow!
WTF!
Argh!
Hole!
Fuck!
Argh!
CRRUUNNKKKK!
ooopsie!

Fortunately that summer, with that landrover, even recovering it from it's enholed predicament was an adventure, and it justfied us owning two hi-lift jacks, rather than the more usual one. Which was nice.

The crow stayed with us a few days longer, perched on one shoulder, or head or another, it liked to nibble ears and feed from people's mouths, which wasn't very hygeinic I guess, but then often the most fun things aren't..

Often wondered where it had gone, quite missed it as it was truly unique and companionable bird. Now all these years later at last I know, and I guess Edinburgh isn't so far ...as the crow flies.

[N.B. This is actually a true story]