Elementary...

I am on Linkedin....BAZINGA!

A rat race...damn I crack me up.

Yes, against my better judgement but with pressure from the Powers That Be, I am now able to troll the working world for suitable links. It all smacks of Facebook stalkery to me, but veiled in a veneer of professionalism.

Obviously, the first thing I did was search for anyone I know from school or university to see how badly off they are. Wow, was that a big mistake. Here I am, within spitting distance of my college, and most of my chums (or mortal enemies) are hither and yon around the globe doing all sorts of exciting things.

Oddly, I am not consumed with jealousy; instead I am quietly pleased that I have successfully avoided the rat race and can scuttle off home and be there in less than 10 minutes. Hooray!

What I Want for My Birthday - Part #1

This. This is what I want, preferably life size, and preferably with some form of food smoker arrangement in the belly of the steel beast.

knock knock knock Penny knock knock knock Penny

I have a new love - move aside, Dr Gregory House, take a hike Sherlock, week quietly Tony Stark.

All hail the greatest of them all, Dr Sheldon Cooper, Smelly Pooper, Sheldor the Conqueror.


He speaks Klingon, folds his socks, has a  special seat, won't eat orange chicken (masqerading as tangerine chicken), and is a genius.

How very strange it is that, in my youth, physicists and nerdly types were bullied, sent to coventry and given swirlies. Now - can't get enough of the wonderful stuff.

I AM BATMAN!!!!

Faith in the Essential Niceness of People - Restored!

Well hello to you too!

Yeah baby - I'm BACK!!!

Due to unforeseen and frankly bizarre blog relating oddness, I have been incommunicado for a couple of weeks. Not for want of trying I can assure you, but for some reason Google decided to re-write Canterbury Tales in arabic - more like Cairo Tales.

(interesting side note - while attempting to find amusing city names beginning with C, I found none in Iran, UAE or Saudi Arabia - who knew?)

Anyway, sidling past the sickly crone that is Google, I have plunged into the welcoming embrace of Bing, and all is well (for the moment).

Returning to my ongoing rant about the modern world, a moment of madness a couple of weeks ago. Street outside Casa Del Bear was filled with armed police and snarling alsations, all trying (as it turned out) to flush out a tramp with an air rifle from the murder house at the end of the road. In spite of being told to stay indoors by the fuzz, me and Mr Handy hung out of the window waiting for something to happen.

Bearing in mind, nothing interesting ever happens in our street, I was horrified to find the following dropping out of my mouth after about 10 minutes:-

"This is boring, can't we fast forward?"

I am horrified. It seems that modernity and all it's naughtiness has managed to get past my Vulcan logic block. I can see no other option than to spend the weekend in silent contemplation surrounded by the written word. I shall report next week.....

Hooray - Happy Belated Easter!!

It's the return of Zombie Jesus, but this time the humans are fighting back!


Speaking of Zombies, Mrs Thatcher has croaked thus robbing my friend Dave of his fantasy dinner party which seemed likely to consist of him screaming "WHY" at Mrs T over the entrees.

So, to make him feel all better (after his terrible appetite problems) - this one's for you Dave.

or...little man, why you no bring more fish?