Random crap that will mean nothing to anyone at all, ever, except maybe the boywonder who doesn't re

Proof positive that I've been up too long, my brain has wandered back to the nonsense songs that formed a remarkably HUGE part of my childhood and I suddenly realised that I've forgotten chunks of things that were previously etched irreperably into my brain.
And I do mean nonsense, the thing about the miller especially, but such is life. On long car journeys we'd make up rediculous songs to amuse ourselves (and I know, we're so fucking nauseatingly chiche middle-class) and then my grandmother before she was a complete fruitcake would teach us random navy tunes she picked up in her youth only she could never remember the words so they'd get replaced with unique alternatives.

On such a note:

Kaaaaaat...? Do us a favour and poke the boy tomorrow to see if he can remember the first part of the following, cause I'm fucked if I can remember how it starts. I know it involves changing codes in there somewhere if that's any help:

AE: Never mind, I remembered! But pass it on to him anyway, cause he's a dork and likes nostalgic stuff.


A life on the ocean wave
Is better than going to sea.
My dear old sammy joined up
And said "Farewell" to me.

They widened all the roads
Locked up their secret codes
They raised their swords and piped him aboard
before they put to seeeeeaaaa...

They anchored out Spid 'ead ***
Before they sailed the Med
A local girl she fell for him
He's delighted as could beeee

He then wrote home to mum
Drank all the navy's rum
The Admiral said "Well I'll be bound,
A civilian he must beeeeee..."

Sam's happy as can be
A captain now is he
He's a sailor on a water cart
And he's now back home with me.


***[? Never did find out WTF that meant, I think it's Portsmouth slang for part of the dockyard but don't quote me on that.]


Kaaaaaaaat, on a secondary note, just read him this. It might amuse him in a nostalgic way.

There was a jolly miller,
Forever he did roam,
He fell down a grating,
And knocked off his nose.
He put his nose on quickly,
The front around the back,
He didn't know if he was going out or coming back.
He flapped his arms about him,
Just like a busy bee,
And zoomed like an aeroplane,
On the old oak tree.
He fell from the oak tree,
To see what he could see,
He tried to find the ocean but he found the River Dee.
He fell in the river and got swallowed by a fish,
They served him up on Sunday,
On a roasting dish.
He then jumped out the window,
To save himself some pain.
He did it all so quickly he was ne-ver
seen
a-
gaaaiiii--aaaiiiiin




I really need to go to bed

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Am I the only one thinking that snapping a photo of Saddam in his underpants is singularly childish behaviour?

Either that or he's auditioning for the part of Brad Majors in the prison dramatic society's performance of Rocky Horror.

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OK, I woke up at an iiiiiddy biddy bit before 10 and almost every single bit of me was complaining about having been asleep too long.
*cracks and crunches as she moves around*

K&BW are taking me along to see Star Wars tomorrow, but today... today I am doing nothing. And doing nothing is always good.

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The maternal one bought me like a huge sack of cherries..

*loves cherries*

*ate half of them already*

*proceeds to grab Hugh, cover him in whipped cream and eat the rest off his lovely nakey body*


I think... I should probably go and get some luch. A pound of cherries does not a nutritionally balanced meal make. :p

Cellphoto Challenge #10

Cellphoto Challenge: Cutlass and Grotesque




I once did an entire Fine Art crit on a painting of a sword wrapped in pink satin. It was, unsurprisingly, quite heavy on the sexual metaphor. Of course the most ironic thing is that I was talking total bollocks; Sometimes a sword is just a sword. There's no hard and fast rule saying it must always be a rather quaint euphemism for cock, but the idea is quite endlessly amusing to me so this picture was derived in a similar vein.
This is actually an extreme close up of a section of an abstract oil-pastel of a Howorthia fasciata in bloom, the deep red stripe here bisecting the photograph a representative form of its flowering stem. (Or "cutlass" if you prefer the euphamistic term for its reproductive bits.)
The colours and form are needless to say distorted and an uneasy mish mash of shapes and textures, and it so completely unrepresentative of the simplistic nature of the actual subject that it becomes almost a grotesque parody of itself.

*bows*

Heh. Cutlass...


(Past Challenges can be found Here)

elouesa needs poking with a spork BTW, she's still sitting on 2 photos that haven't yet been posted so go poke her liberally until she does something about it ;p


Current challenges stand as follows:

View: "Nuzzle and Container"

Nem: "Ink"

El: "Chaos and creation" "Fragile and Ventilation" "Marine and Jest"

Me: Challenge me baby! Challenge me!

Oooh, thunder

Thing that irks me...

Online stores, especially those beloning to high-street chains, that compell you to take out store credit before they will let you register and therefore order online.

What, I ask you, is wrong with just letting you pay by credit card right off the bat like you would in the store itself, without needing yet another line of credit in the middle purely to complicate things?


On that line also, why is it so bloody hard to find comfy PJs that aren't white, powder-blue or sodding spangly pink?

I'm drowing in a sea of pastel-toned mediocrity. And I don't want more pink.


Dr Who's on in a bit. And so is Eurovision.

That'll be me watching CSI:NY instead then.


And now it's thundering...

*ponders turning off PC*

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Apparently I am a massy eater.
I have Cape Malay sauce on my shirt.


*is very dull this evening*


I really should go do something.