Lawks - here come another one!

More wonderful things!

I have discovered a website which I should have started. But I didn't.

www.bookshelfporn.com

The Word on the Street

Forgive the pun, but I stumbled upon this on Stumble Upon, and now I want my house to be this colourful.

Watch and be inspired.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/324fat/:1ci6jP2SD:l0GHOL$5/www.streetartutopia.com/?p=10554/

Badda Bing

Being away on holiday when the news of James "Gandalf Flan Flinger" Gandolfini's death was made public was a surreal experience.

Hearing excitable italian radio presenters chuntering on in foreign, then hearing and understanding "The Sopranos" was strange to say the least; especially while being in what we were assured was a hotbed of Sicilian nationalism and mafia stronghold.

I fail to understand how anyone could gather the energy to commit any acts of organised crime when it is so hot. My theory falls down slightly when looking at the places where crime flourishes; they all tend to be a bit on the toasty side. Maybe the heat makes people so angry and sweaty and irritable that they just have no alternative but to organise hits, scoff cannoli and cheat on their wives. Very odd.

Well, we successfully avoided being made into fish food, or being forced to become models for very fashionable (but a bit pinchy) concrete footwear, and find ourselves back home, where all we need to worry about is the government spying on us, the NHS falling apart at the seams, and with the onset of Wimbledon, the forthcoming apocalyptic rainfall.

Oh to be a goodfella (or moll). In the immortal words of the man himself......

"You know my feelings: Every day is a gift. It's just, does it have to be a pair of socks?"

What I Want for BIrthday Part #2

Screw world peace and a cure for (I quote) "the cancer" (Mr Handy knows of what I speak), I would like this please to store my presumably space-age drinks in.




Alas, the only drinks seen in Star Wars are Aunt Beru's weird blue milk (not hers personally) and whatever low-alcohol pee Luke drinks at the cantina.

I bet Darth's a single malt man and Chewie loves a pint of the black stuff. Han would love lager, Leia strikes me as  Baileys girl.

And Luke loves a Shirley Temple. Obviously.

Close Encounter of the Nerd Kind

I have been too busy to conduct this inane conversation with an uncaring world, but Friday afternoon seems to be panning out to be quite quiet, so I seize the opportunity like a nettle!

Mr Handy has a yen for UFO's and I recently watched a documentary about a very peculiar incident that took place in Todmorden; about a dozen police-persons in various locations around the village saw strange lights in the sky - and all of them stuck to their story (even when faced with an "expert" who claims what they saw was a bus: see - the ding dings were needed).

Let's see if, as mere bottom feeders, we can tell the difference. Hmmmm (strokes chin)



Well, I expect that expert has a perfectly reasonable explanation for his frankly bizarre claim. Just like the second expert who stated that the lights PC Plod saw racing across the sky, and changing direction every half second, was a meteor.

Again, let's see. Hmmmmm (beats head against wall)



Well, I know that my taxes are being well spent by brainiacs, dweebs, wonks and eggheads. Bravo Science, Bravo!!

A Subject Steven Spielberg Chose to Ignore For Some Reason