Friday Ephemera (800)
For a second, I thought it was chicken. || Intriguing meat. || Less difficult than it seemed. || For whumping. || It weighs 60 tonnes and arrived 80,000 years ago. || They do this better than you would. || On heels at the beach. || “A less crazy candidate,” says she. || The 100 most spoken languages. || Mother of six. Also drunk. Also a moron. || Two cats, two theremins. || The wrong concerto. || How to aggravate wasps. || On who should be in charge. || She knows she’s pretty, you see. || A three-year project to see music. || Pounder. || Point well made. || Today’s word is parenting. || Five hundred years of the vulgar tongue. Previously. || And yet what I noticed was the finger pinch. || He, unlike you, has an autonomous flying umbrella. || Frozen dinner. || And finally, a notable display of vocal range.
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How to start an F-16 (sea shanty version).
For all your bok choy smashing needs.
Remember this title sequence?
Eject the warp core!
They remember faces.
One day, there will be a tiny voice saying ‘My name is Inigo Montoya . . .’
The progressive trucking experience
Bet she knows lots of things.
Whether any of them are real is another question.
Peel back a corner of the foil . . .
So . . . which of these titbits qualifies as uplifting? The mother of six?
The hackers will have fun with that.
I got Grose’s ‘The Vulgar Tongue’ yonks ago at a mass Newcastle book sale and have never ever regretted it. A wonderful book, and I still have recourse to it in looking up the most abstruse terms. One phrase I shall always remember is the excellent 18th c joke ‘Roaratorios and Uproars’ about the then popular art form, Italian opera/oratorio. Even though one suspects the book has a touch of ‘Roger’s Profanisaurus’ about it – terms made up by Grose for comic effect – Grose was no slouch. Robert Burns knew Grose and wrote an admiring ode to him.