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Not sure if I want to

Now I'm plucking ideas from the clouds

Now I’m plucking ideas from the clouds

Several times earlier in the day, I made to post here, but thought, no it’s too early.

Now it’s later, and I’m not sure if I want to anymore.

Maybe I should have when I had the impetus, then I wouldn’t be writing this rubbish.

So far the most exciting thing I’ve done is throw out an orange that was trying to be a planet; in that it was growing a host of little furry green colonies all over it.

But then I did go to the supermarket, that sent a brief shiver of excitement up the spine.

I didn’t stay long, it was Wednesday, full of ignorant women hunting the meat bargains. I stayed well away from the butchery as I have passed the evolutionary stage of being a hunter/gatherer and the need to fight for my meat. I threw the basics of what I needed in the shopping cart and ran straight into a brick wall.

checkoutbrickwallOf the 14 checkouts, five were operating. Yes, it was lunch time. Each of the checkouts was knee deep in angry women.

Eventually, I escaped unscathed, although I can’t say the same for my bank card.

Football has started. Argentina vs Germany somewhere, which is a fair indication that it’s beer o’clock.

No classes today, so I will heed the plaintif cries emanating from the botequim.

Later.

An orange want to be a planet

An orange wants to be a planet

Post Mortems

NeymarPleads

Poor Neymar Jr

The month of folly and madness is behind us. The world can return to normal. There remains just the post mortems.

Sadly Brazil blew it, or had it blown for them.

I am not going to dwell further, but I will point you to two excellent blog posts.

First: Your cut out and keep guide to the World Cup Final by Andrew, a wonderful example of speaking Andrewese.

Second: Culture Shock by an American ex-pat married to a German.

Both are well  worth reading. Don’t drink your coffee while doing so.

Yesterday I watched the final, somewhat nonplussed, I was rooting for Argentina, but my fellow fregües (regulars) at the botequim told me my reasoning was misplaced.

However, grudges were not born, as I supplied two homemade pizzas, one before th game and the other at half time. The first a three-cheese-three-meats, and the second asparagus bruschetta and shiitake, all was forgiven and my beer paid for. *Grinning* I’m old, not stupid.

pizza-express

Pizza Expless

Speaking of pizzas, Pizza Express has been sold to the Chinese. Nothing is sacred any more.

Watch out for chow mein and noodle pizzas.

It would be akin to selling Mercedes Benz to Korea; or do they already own it?

The world is full of injustices.

BTW, the bruschetta was horrible as a topping, that’s why I sacrificed it as a pizza base sauce, then it was acceptable. The asparagus content was the hard stringy offcuts from asparagus used for better ends.

bartvoices-2I have staff. I never realised it. Reading MWPG’s blog this morning, she blamed the voices in her head for something calling them her staff. Yes, I have staff… voices in my head. They are the ones that forget good ideas and posting material.

Do you have voices?

Sometimes, they’re wonderful company; better company that some of the people I know, but other times they can be a hinderance.

Do I need therapy?

I know that I need a nap, it’s already after lunch, which I haven’t had yet and am not bothered with. I woke up late this morning. I was up between 3 & 5, then back to bed, slept in until 9:30 and woke to a lovely sunny morning after another ‘blanket’ night.

The plants have been watered, the dishes sneered at (very few actually) and the fresh coffee is all gone (that’s 1½ pints), is it any wonder I am so beautiful? <—– rhetorical question, doesn’t warrant a reply.

So, napping right along.

Later.

A brass monkey

A brass monkey and balls

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not bathing because it’s Saturday, I do bath on other days too.

Actually, I shower.

But the last two days being ball-freezing cold, I have neglected my bodily needs.

Clorinha doesn’t seem to mind.

Being purred to sleep each night is wonderful. She’s up/down onto the bed as soon as I am. The up/down depends whether she leaps from the floor or the window.

A solid boomp in the face, she snuggles under my chin, pushes her nose into my armpit, not a place where I’d put my nose voluntarily, and purrs me to sleep.

Now the brass monkey above, is not the same brass monkey that I used in my reference to ‘cold’. Although, it is often mistakenly so.

Also a brass monkey

Also a brass monkey

The saying comes from an old naval term; a brass square used to hold cannonballs on a ships decks.

Once the weather got cold enough, the brass plate would shrink and dislodge the cannonballs.

See, nothing to do with testicles at all.

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This is also a Brass Monkey

Another brass monkey

Another brass monkey

Dark rum, vodka and 4x the amount of fresh orange juice.

I fully suspect that this might knock one’s testicles off; or at least severely batter them about a bit.

The world is just full of brass monkeys.

The Sun is out, still cool, but after 48 hours the rain has stopped.

Today is Brazil vs Holland to see who is the third place getter in this infernal World Cup.

Both countries, Argentina and Germany believe they have the advantage for tomorrow’s final.

One has a pope, the other has an ex-pope.

footballpopes

Battle of the Popes

Really, it’s out of FIFA’s hands right now.

Loftier decisions are being made.

Read an interesting irritating article yesterday. British parents have been prosecuted for taking their kids on holiday to Australia for three weeks during term time.

The law, once again, proves to be an ass. It also shows how woefully inadequate and screwed up our education systems are.

Those kids would have learned more in three weeks travelling than they would have learned in the same period in school.  I say that with some authority, having declared that since I have been travelling throughout South America, my education has been completed; actually, it is an ongoing process.

Well, the sunny day was short-lived, it’s raining again. I wonder if Clorinha has the sense to come in out of the rain today?

Speaking of cats, I am going for a trip down memory lane.

Yesterday I found two photos long forgottten archived of Ellen Suelen, my step daughter, when she was seven.

The subject was the birth of Hello Kitty’s first litter of kittens. The place, on the mat under my bed. Five tiny damp furry balls were produced witnessed by Ellen, who took an immense interest in the proceedings.

Ellen immersed in the procedings

Ellen immersed in the goings on under my bed

Ellen dutifully informed us of every bloody detail, much like  a football commentator, lurid in every aspect.

As the proceedings came to a close, Ellen rolled over and looked up at me

As the proceedings came to a close, kittens all safely latched to a teat, Ellen rolled over and looked up at me

“I’m not having kids!”

“Why?” I asked innocently. Unaware that I was about to wear the brunt of a seven-year-old’s logic.

“Too messy!”

With that little anecdote, today’s postings come to a close.

My dishes sneered at me again while making coffee, so I will nap to get over that, much cheaper than therapy.

Oh, lunch, weinerschnitzel and bruschetta.

I had planned on a bacon & egg breakfast, but as it’s 11:40, it doesn’t seem right any more.

Clorinha is safely out of the rain and asleep on the sofa.

Later.

 

All Brazil is Weeping

Brazil 1Germany 7

No star this year

No star this year

“Hosts Brazil suffered one of the most humiliating defeats in World Cup history as Germany scored five times in the first half in reaching the final.” – BBCNews

Brazil waited until the 90th minute to start its come back… too late.

Scolari will have some hard questions to answer; like why didn’t he put Jefferson in goal after the third German goal?

I came home after the fifth goal and opened the Chardonnay, not to celebrate, but it had one of those stupid screw caps and when I turned the bottle in the rack, it cracked the seal… Has to be drunk.

I am feeling very morose. Brazil is my adopted country and after 20+ years here to see Brazil lose so dramatically at home in its own World Cup cuts very deeply.

Now I fear the repercussions.

Will the people turn on the political aspects of the cup and the costs?

Will this sound the death knell for the PT political party and Dilma?

Will we witness a new round of civil unrest and destruction?

Later, I’m off to finish that Chardonnay.

 

 

 

 

 

Angry, Birds

Different angry birds

Different angry birds

No, no, not these angry birds.

Angry & Birds

I am angry at the birds. They keep eating my guava off the tree.

I know a guava is ripe because it turns yellow, if I wait for them to turn yellow, the birds have already started to eat them on the cusp between green and yellow.

It’s hard to win.

The early bird gets the guava, bugger the worms.

I’m not even going to mention that game played by men with the round balls…

Except to say that today is our day to beat Germany.

I have red, white and bubbly in the fridge. Chilean Cab Sav & Chardonnay, and Italian (didn’t have any German) Lambrusco Bianco, it’s not exactly bubbly, rather Frizzante.

ghost-rider-2007I watched a sequel to Ghost Rider last night, what a load of rubbish. Sequels are never as good as the original.

Left me dog tired at 1am and terribly disappointed.

I was awake again at 3am.

I finally woke up at 7:45, 7:55, 8:05 and 8:15…

Yes, I was reluctant to get out of bed.

Clorinha, however, wasn’t and was demanding breakfast.

She got her breakfast and I got my first coffee of the day, then my second, then my third. It was about then that I was ready to face the day.

I didn’t do a full blog load yesterday, and due to the inevitable nap, today is a sequel; never as good as the first.

It’s now after three, I have denapped and had more coffee. I have fish defrosted, so guess what’s for lunch; which will only happen when I finish here.

I haven’t even read the news today. It’s quite possible that the world has ended, and I don’t even know about it. Although, from the noise that’s coming from the botequim, I doubt it. Much merriment.

That’s where I’ll be after lunch, participating in the merry-making. I will drink wine, and that’ll make me merry.

So, I’m off to particificate… guavaless.

Later.

 

Is it Beer O’Clock yet?

3-day-offJust wondering…

I still have posts to do. But I could easily be persuaded. Any persuaders forthcoming?

Oh, pity…

Well, I will sit here munching on my cheese ‘n’ onion sandwich then.

It’s Friday, see that sign over there: It says nothing about ‘no beer’, so it could be beer o’clock and because of your reticence, I could well be the victim of an unnecessarily ‘beer free’ day off. Think about that. No beer on your day off, that should be made a criminal offence.

Well, lamenting the fact won’t get ‘me any closer to my beer, so I’d better get on with it; especially since I didn’t exactly ‘get on with it’ yesterday and coped out with a video clip. The kid was great, wasn’t he?

Following the success of Akim’s performance the little boy had to be essentially hidden from the public eye as many German television stations began pursuing him for appearances. Rieu took the toddler under his wing, paying for his musical lessons on both violin and piano and overseeing his instruction (both musical and otherwise) so that Akim will remain “a nice boy”and not become “an insufferable child prodigy” as Rieu fears would be a possibility without his influence. – Wikipedia

Here he is again, six years later in 2009, then aged nine playing Dance of the Fairies, a much more difficult piece which he learned at five.

And, today…

Extraordinary.

Oh, and that’s not all, the kid sings…

And… plays the piano.

I know that Pie Jesu is not everyone’s cup of tea, even with a lithp (he was about six then), but you have to appreciate talent.

Well, having done that research and listened to all pieces, I am convinced it is beer o’clock somewhere in the world, so I shall off and support the cause.

Have a good weekend.

Later.

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