Tag Archive: Syria


The Ressurection

Like I said the other day, “no fancy rock to roll away, and Mary Magdalena hasn’t shown up” I managed what I thought to be the impossible. I ressurected my small saucepan. It was easier than I had imagined based on past experience (oh, no, it’s not the first time I cremated a pot). Just armed with a Scotchbrite pad it scrubbed up quite well.

Kitty10My catless days are over. I posted Lessons Learned on Some Animals are Crackers about lessons learned in the first twelve hours.

He’s going to be a blogger cat, has to sit on knee and watch blogging process.

So far today, he has discovered that he has a tail, and if you chase it, it disappears. A scrunched up paper ball is fun too, that doesn’t disappear when you chase it. Opening the gate makes a lot of noise, scared Kitty scratches chest in fright.

Yesterday, I discovered something horrific. It was even on TV here, a phenomenon called ‘air guitar’. Honestley, what a bunch of pathetic wankers. Posted about that on Bullshit Corner. Air guitar is like rap music; rap music is for those who can’t sing… air guitar is for those who have no idea how to play a guitar. Jerkers jerking to look like jerks.

can-of-wormsThe US military is going to wish they’d never heard of Bradley Celeste Manning.

He’s opened a whole new can of oligochaetes*; and so soon after they accepted gay soldiers as a fact of life.

The advent of transgender soldiers.

So for the next 35 years, the military has to look after a transgender soldier.

Wouldn’t it just have been easier to give him the Medal of Honor and told he was a good girl, now go home and play.

It seems there is no doubt that nerve gas has been used in Syria, although there is little doubt that it was used by the government forces, there are suggestions that it might have been the rebels themselves. It appears that the chances of World vs Syria could yet be on the programme. Bashar al-Bastard has promised the Middle East will burn if outsiders intervene. He could be right there, Russia and Iran will not stand idly by, Israel may even get BBQed.

Understanding the problems in the Middle East has always been an elusive idea. I knew a fair bit, but I read a BBC article last night that explains much, before the added problems of the creation of Israel. I posted the article on Tomus Arcanum yesterday; worth reading.

I have decided to name Kitty, Chloro (that’s bleach in Portuguese) because he looks like he’s been partly dipped in bleach, just his tail, heels and head and ears survived. Also it rolls off the tongue nicely. He’s lost interest in blogging for the moment, he’s asleep on my his our bed; that’s an issue yet to be decided.

Fried fish for lunch. Battered sole (halibut for our American cousins) fillet with sweet ‘n’ sour sauce, oven-fried crisps and stuffed tomatoes garnished with fresh parsley.

It’s time for a nap. Chloro is about to get shunted to the side of the bed.

Later.

 

*NB: oligochaetes = worms

 

 

It’s been 5:30 all day…

saturdayMy wall clock stopped at 5:30am, so whenever I look at the clock it’s 5:30. Horribly disconcerting, because I am no nearer Saturday than I was drinking my first coffee this morning.

To top that, I have just discovered that yesterday’s post didn’t post! It’s still sitting there in ‘draft’… I have no idea what happened.

I have just posted it, so you’re in for two posts today. Oh, you lucky people!

Justice was done, btw. The pork ribs yesterday were just great.

Turned cold again overnight and rained; been cool all day too.

I have just discovered that it is after 3pm, too late to put the roast on for lunch, I’ll have to call it dinner instead. Seasoned pork with crusty cheese on top and roast potatoes of course..

I read today that Richard III was buried in an untidy grave… what did they expect? He’d have a housekeeper? My house would be untidy after centuries too. Wait, it’s untidy after a week, what am I talking about?

Also, Syria is to attend a peace conference… Now that’s a laugh, not for the Syrians though.

gayknot1As from 1st January, the scouts will be happier… well, at least some of them can now be gay.

They probably were anyway, but didn’t tell anybody.

Now the gay ones will want a badge…

I can just see the furore now… non-gay scouts can’t earn the badge!

Then one has to figure out how a gay scout promises to be ‘morally straight’ as required by the scout promise.

I can just imagine the relief of many parents who are aware of their child’s sexual orientation and not entirely comfortable with it. Kid comes home, “It’s okay Mom, I joined the scouts and I promised to be ‘morally straight’.” The Boys Scouts have achieved what the Bible couldn’t.

Pandora’s Box was actually a pithos (large jar) – image: Wikipedia

I say all that tongue-in-cheek, because I have a gay step-son who is now 28. He’s surviving besides the fact that his mother tried to get an evangelical church to bash his gayness out of him with the Bible. Didn’t work.

There’s more cans of worms to open on this, but I leave Pandora’s Box alone for now and go and tend to my roast.

Later.

It’s till 5:30…

I must change the battery and let some sanity back into my day.

Yes, well…

what can one say? It’s Saturday.

Higgs Boson Event – Wikipedia

The world is in a mess. Heat wave in US, floods in UK and Russia, violent elections in Libya and messy ones in Mexico, Higgs Boson has been discovered and nobody really knows what that means, Syria is in a turmoil and shelling Lebanon, the US have determined that mermaids don’t exist, some famous person has separated from some other famous person, Israel is threatening to bomb Iran… again, the British are hot on Barclay’s  banking scandal and promising accountability, the Americans don’t know what accountability is and Stephen Hawking is having his brain read.

What does that all mean for you and me?

Today was sunny and we had a nice BBQ.

Complacency worries me.

I changed my coffee. I have always drunk Pilão, but recently the price went above R$7/500gm, so I resorted to one of my two secondary preferences, Bom Dia Extra Forte, and now that is approaching R$7, so last week I brought Pimpinela which is a brand drunk by many Brazilians, it was still below the R$6 mark, but the stuff is bloody horrible. Won’t be buying that again.

This post started out on Saturday, but Saturday has crept along and it is now Sunday. As predicted the weather changed overnight and it is raining, which is not good BBQ weather.

Lixo has just come in, soggy cat. He got caught in the downpour, and he expects me to stroke him until he gets dry. Happiness is NOT a wet pussy. He’s got the snots now and gone off for breakfast.

I haven’t really considered blogging yet, still on that first coffee waiting for inspiration to strike; it hasn’t struck yet.

 

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