Tag Archive: Jesus


Ah, Breakfast

Nap-fuMasterThere’s nothing like breakfast after a heavy Nap-fu session.

I don’t always have breakfast, just coffee, but this morning following the coldest night of the year, it was a belly warming experience. Marmalade on hot buttered toast, that quintessential English breakfast.

I was originally going to title this post Nap-Fu King… but when I saw it in print I changed my mind, least it be misconstrued.

Remember I wrote about the neighbours’ cat, the Siamese one… the pretty pregnant one?

Well.

KittyInstallation

She’s nearly installed herself.

Last night, she came in the front door, looked at me, walked straight past the sofa into the kitchen and fed herself.

I can’t deny her food, her owners obviously don’t give her enough or she wouldn’t be coming here to eat. In her delicate condition she needs food.

I am wondering when she will auto-install the add-ons kittens…

dirty-dishes

It’s criminal

My kitchen seems to be in a state of perpetual motion; dishes in the sink, dishes out of the sink, dishes back in the sink. No sooner do I do the dishes, then there’s more dishes to be done. I am convinced this is an evil plot against humanity, me in particular. The fluxing dishes!

I have been following the tragedy of the Malaysian Airlines plane shot down over Ukraine. The USA is squealing like a stuck pig, which is a bit hypocritical since they have done the same thing twice; pot calling the kettle black. It has also led me to think that they dost squeal too much. Is there something more sinister going on, is this another false flag? Just how bloody devious is the USA? I trust them not.

So far today, I have coffeed, repeat…

I have also nearly completed my blog run. Just a couple to go.

Yesterday, I spent some time just sitting in the praça pondering life, with a cup of coffee. Clorinha, of course, wasn’t to be left out. Here she is pondering the merits of a little bird for lunch.

Clorinha pondering lunch

Clorinha pondering lunch

This was after she had pissed all the kids off by chasing their kite strings and tails.

The irrestiable attraction of a loose kite string

The irresistable attraction of a loose kite string

She thought it was fun, the kids did not.

I tried to get a video of her racing about madly, but she was faster than the camera could focus.

While searching for photos for yesterday’s post, I found this.

Awesome butterflies

Awesome butterflies

They were at a roadside stop as we travelled from Santa Cruz de la Sierra north to Concepción. I’d love to know what species.

I had planned weinerschnitzel for lunch, but with 25 minutes left to go, I have just discovered that I forgot to take the meat out of the freezer. Oh well, tomorrow. Looks like corned beef, mustard sauce and spuds.

I’ll leave you with this…

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus knows you’re here.’

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, he shook his head and continued.

Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard ‘Jesus is watching you.’

parrotStartled, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.

‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.

‘Yes’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he’s watching you.’

The burglar relaxed. ‘Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?’

‘Moses,’ replied the bird.

‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’

‘The kind of people who would name a Rottweiler Jesus.’

rottweilerbark

Later.

 

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Horrid Stuff

baden_baden_stout_dark_ale_I mentioned yesterday that I had bought two bottles of stout in the supermarket.

It featured in my post What beer be this? today.

It’s bloody horrid. Not all stout-like. It has a brown head instead of the lovely near white of Guinness.

I had it with lunch. Now I can drink most things but the last inch went down the sink along with the rest of the bottle.

Life is full of disappointments.

The other bottle has left the fridge and will remain on the shelf until I can give it away.

All this unrest in the world. If the governments were doing their jobs, there wouldn’t be unrest. The unrest is simply the people saying “we’re not freakin’ happy.” Yesterday Rio returned to violence after the rise in bus fares which caused the original unrest in October. Now there is unrest in Bosnia along with the continued problem in Ukraine.

Why are the police attacking the protesters?

Why aren’t the police attacking the government for bad policies?

The paradigm is all up the shit. The problem is not the people, the problems lie squarely at the feet of the governments.

It is my opinion that anyone who wants to be a politician should be taken out the back and shot because they are inherently evil. Politicians should be elected from those nominated by the people, not chosen by political parties. The party system is crap, and gives us shitty politicians as a result.

I went out for sushi last night after work. I love my sushi, also it’s healthy. But I had too much wasabi and spent the night trotting off to the kitchen for iced water; so a very disturbed night.

The heat continues. Although this afternoon there has been some cloud, but it hasn’t reduced the heat. Hopefully the sun will be behind a cloud when I have to walk to work.

I posted this on another blog yesterday.

jesusenglish

Are there really people that bloody stupid?

For pities sake, Jesus wrote the Bible, and he did it in English…

Honestly, there are some people who need a brain transplant.

Must get ready to look like a teacher.

Oh, tomorrow is Saturday, so…

happyfriday

Later.

 

 

 

Half Fonged

No fluffy butts this morning, but I am having another adventure. I was looking for a larger version of this…

Coffee-Flavored-Coffee

…and I found this…

hazelnut-cream-flavored-coffee

Oh, I thought, I’ve got hazelnuts, so I grabbed the bottle of Frangelico, added a healthy splash and a half, added some cream… and it’s yummy. Not exactly breakfast coffee, but it’s Humpday, who cares? <——– rhetorical question.

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Beats the crap out of Starbucks, and it’s a whole lot cheaper.

Cloro is back on the printer. After yesterday’s episode with the scanner he was wary about assuming his usual perch.

100_1262Back on regular coffee.

That Frangelico coffee really set my head spinning, or is that just inspiration kicking in?

The rain did start again and as I predicted, the moment I went out the door to work. It was pretty half-hearted and I didn’t get wet. This morning was sunny, now it’s cloudy again. The weather forecast is for more rain this afternoon, so I am making an educated guess, that that will be when I go to work.

Christmas is looming large on the calendar. It’s a time of the year I enjoy; not because of its religious connotations, but because it is family time. I don’t really ‘do’ Christmas, apart from a BBQ with ex and tribe.

I don’t believe in presents because I don’t hold with the commercialisation of Christmas, you can have a good Christmas without spending billions. Christmas is not Jesus’ birthday, he was born in August or September, Christmas was moved to coincide with pagan festivals in order to convert them, so it’s all bullshit really, nothing but manipulation of the masses by the church.

Now, I do believe a nap is coming on.

Later.

Out of Kilter

Black ground beetle

Yes, this week my life has been unbalanced.

So unbalanced that I have just woken from a nap featuring, yes you won’t believe this, the common black ground beetle (Pterostichus melanarius) of my childhood. We used to find these everywhere. As gross as boys tend to be we used to play with them, well armed with the unspoken knowledge that if we played with them the girls wouldn’t bother us.

So unbalanced has been my day, that I have just burnt my last drop of coffee writing about the sodding Pterostichus melanarius, like sucks sometimes.

The dream was about entomology, and in the dream I was insisting that beelteology was more appropriate. Those of you who are regular to this blog will understand I have a passion for English and the associated etymology. Sometimes dreams are just plain weird.

Receiving my filthy lucre

I didn’t post yesterday; yesterday was one of those days that just disappears. It was payday, yes the day when I have to bus to Barra de Tijuca and get my filthy lucre.

It started off well; I left home at 11.15am and waited for a kombi to take me to the bus stop.

No kombi.

I walked to the nearest bus stop which didn’t have the bus I really wanted. Only the slower bus that goes the longer route.

At the bus stop…

No bus.

I waited.

And waited.

And finally a bus came an hour after I had left home.

I finally arrived at the office at 2pm thoroughly ticked off. Stayed for sufficient time to get paid and left. Paid my bills, as evident that they haven’t cut of my net access, nor electricity. And went for a faster-than-usual leisurely sushi lunch.

One would think that was the end of my woes, but one would be wrong.

I walked to the bus stop. Finally a bus came. It was the horrendously expensive air conditioned express one at $12, I could have chosen the one behind at R$2.75, but it was the slower longer routed one and I wanted to pay my rent before the long Easter weekend. The bus filled, and then they started to pick up more standing passengers. This ticked me off because paying R$12 for comfort in a bus that is only authorised for seated passengers meant that the bus was filled which makes the air conditioning, which I also pay for, less effective. I swallowed my gall.

Serra da Grota Funda - Recreio & Barra on the left, Guaratiba & Baia de Septiba on the right

Up over the Grota Funda hills. You can see the road winding over the pass, doesn’t look much from the air, but takes 20 minutes to negotiate. When we got to the other side the bus veered off down the longer route…. and traffic jams.

As a result, my rent remains unpaid. I got home at 6pm after a brief stop at the supermarket.

My brand

I was not to be toyed with. I was like a woman with PMS; even the cat stayed out of my way, and there was no way I was about to start blogging.

The day before this comedy of errors the price of cigarettes went up. The first step in a government plan to stage the price of cigarettes out of the reach of smokers.

The price rose by 25%, a whopping 85 centavos.

I was not impressed.

So this week I am definitely out of sorts.

I have often wondered why Maundy Thursday was called Maundy Thursday…

It should have been called Maudlin Thursday.

The name Maundy comes from an Old English word from the Old French, hence Latin and the phrase, “Mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem sicut dilexi vos” (“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you”). By which, according to the Gospel of John,  Jesus explained to the Apostles the significance of his action of washing their feet.

It is Easter, after all.

Chocolates here in Brazil have risen in price by 8.9% over last year. Explain to me then, why, when all the ingredients have fallen in price. The answer is a simple producers and shopowners are just a pack of greedy bastards here as anywhere else.

I refuse to buy chocolate before Easter and be held to ransom.

Just the same as I refuse to buy Christmas presents before Christmas.

I know, I’m a tightfisted old bastard.

It’s now 1.20pm, I am thinking, lunch.

Later, maybe…

It’s taken sixty years

When I was a kid I went to Sunday School, it was the thing to do and at the time I knew no better; that changed when I was about twelve and developed an enquiring mind of my own and was no longer able to accept the status quo.

One of the things I learned at Sunday School, as probably with all kids, is the Christmas story. You know the one from Matthew 2:11. “And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh”

I knew what gold was, that wasn’t a problem. But what were frankincense and myrrh?

Myrrh tree, Commiphora myrrha, in Yemen

Nobody was able to tell me. Which was about the time I figured that Sunday School teachers weren’t real teachers at all, they didn’t know their material. The seed of doubt was sown that would sprout a few years later enabling me to think for myself.

I found out today, by reading an article in the BBC News Frankincense tree facing uncertain future.

From there, I found What exactly are frankincense and myrrh?

So I now now what frankincense and myrrh are.

Myrrh is a resin that comes from a rather grotty little tree in Yemen and the East Coast of Africa.

The tree is in the same Burseracea family as Boswellia sacra from whence comes frankincense, which is also a resin.

So the mystery is solved.

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