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That Funky Monkey

Thi, apprently, is a Funky Monkey

This, apprently, is a Funky Monkey

Yes, that funky monkey again.

Last night was brass monkey weather, even more so than the previous day and night.

Not often I have to resort to a blanket on the bed here in Rio, but last night it was essential.

MWPG left a comment about a brass monkey, it’s a Beastie Boy’s song. That’s where the post title came from… Funky Monkey was in the song.

Now, I have heard of the Beastie Boys, but never consciously listened, nor even knew any of their songs. Having now heard the Beastie Boys, I am in no doubt as to why. The cacophony was so painful that I had to switch it off and look up the lyrics to find the connection alluded to by MWPG.

I’m sorry MWPG, but there are some things that should just be put out of their misery.

I am a wiser man today.

I noted the other day (WordPress report) that this blog has 696 followers, wow, great. But as I only get at most 16 likes (that’s a new record) for the posts… I am left wondering what the rest of you are doing with your left hands as you scroll through my words with the right. Because you are certainly not using it to press the ‘Like’ button! I know some of my posts have sex, and some are even perverse, but stop doing that… you’ll go blind.

Why do people complicate simple things? I hit a page yesterday that perpetuated the myth that brass monkeys losing their balls was a reference to testicles. redxcloseIt was a Brazilian blog in Portuguese, I wrote a reply in my best Portuguese handwriting, and then discovered that I had to go through a series of painful contortions in order to post the comment, couldn’t be bothered, so I hit the big red X.

I see that Israel is hell-bent on genocide again. Netanyahu is using this latest round of rockets from Gaza as his excuse. The few rockets that Palestinians are capable of sending does not warrant the sledgehammer tactics being used to annihilate a whole people. And they are looking at getting a bigger hammer. Despite lip-service to the peace protest, Netanyahu is just not interested in peace, he will settle for nothing but extermination.

After the cold night, the sun is out, the washing is on the line and today is the final of the world cup. Then the world can return to normal.

Now if Argentina put this team in the field, would the Germans even be worried about the ball?

Ball, what ball?

Ball, what ball?

What a Messi that would be!

The game yesterday showed that the Brazilian team is getting better again; only three goals against instead of seven. That’s more than a 50% improvement.

I still think the silly hats should win.

Or perhaps FIFA could hold a facing-painting cup…


And… the prize goes to the man in the rolled gold trilby and transparent head! Quote from the Goon Show.

I see a suggestion that surfing should become an Olympic sport, why not face-painting? The ancient Greeks would roll in their graves.

Lunch today… Feijoada

Feijoada - you don't want to know what's in it

Feijoada – you don’t want to know what’s in it

Feijoada is basically black baked beans and parts of the pig you never knew existed. It’s wonderful!

Blogging right along. Two to go.



And on Sunday…

Ye shall rest, saith the Lord.

restareathumbSo I did.

Which is why I only have two posts done today You see I wasn’t the only one resting from my labours, the internet was as well. It was God awful slow.

So after washing the dishes and cleaning house, I tried to blog, but the ways of the net were not to be entertained, if fact, it wasn’t remotely entertaining, so I had a nap. It seemed the only sensible thing to do. Cloro helped me nap, he’s such a good boy.

When I woke it was lunchtime, so the next sensible thing to do was make lunch. It was faster than the internet.

I had a little pig.


Clean diced pork & parsley

Now God said that we can eat of the animals and fowl, but not pigs and a few others; they were unclean. But, as I’m not Jewish, I couldn’t see the problem.

I had golden cubes of pork in a parsley cream sauce, boiled potatoes and pumpkin with roast pumpkin seeds. Lunch was so yummy, nom, noms.

There was only formula One on TV, and a load of crap on the other channels, so after lunch I switched it off and read the news. Nothing good there either.

So the only sensible thing to do was return to resting.

I had another nap.

Helped by Cloro, of course. In fact, he’s still helping. He lifted his head briefly as I got up, and flopped back down, the effort exhausted him.

Now before I go off on my tangent, which is rather like a bicycle without a seat; one has to keep on ones toes, or it can be a little uncomfortable. I’ll share with you my secret for spicy roast pumpkin seeds.

spicy roasted pumpkin seedsYou need pumpkin seeds, wash them and let dry.

Make a marinade of olive oil, Tabasco sauce, garlic sauce (or chopped garlic), salt and, today, I had some chopped parsley left over, so in it went. Line a small oven dish with foil, spread the marinated pumpkin seeds in a single layer, and pop into a low pre-heated oven until golden.

Careful, the window between golden and burnt to a crisp is milliseconds. Serve. Can be used with food, or beer.

So, it is now beer o’clock. Time to take some pumpkin seeds to the botequim and watch football with beer. This is also called resting.

I may/may not return to blogging; the net is still resting.



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