Okay Clicky, you’re fidgeting. I know it’s strange having to take a Tuesday off just for dog sitting but what’s on your mind? You can tell Roobee…
Uh-huh… we watched that episode last night together… Hark! That was a clever twist, Capt Jack is the Face of Boe… 😉
Heh! I hope you’ve got a whole wardrobe full of coats, my friend, ‘cos I’m in punny mood this morning… Was it the mention of vanity that’s piquing at your brain?
Abelmasc. proper name, in Old Testament, second son of Adam and Eve, from Hebrew Hebhel, literally “breath,” also “vanity.”
Abel? He was the meat eater, wasn’t he? The other one was the Veggie…
Oh I quite agree, Clicky, these machine politicians are quite ugly in their zeal to transform the world into their own image…
vanity (n.)c. 1200, “that which is vain, futile, or worthless,” from Old French vanite “self-conceit; futility; lack of resolve” (12c.), from Latin vanitatem (nominative vanitas) “emptiness, aimlessness; falsity,” figuratively “vainglory, foolish pride,” from vanus “empty, vain, idle” (see vain). Meaning “self-conceited” in English is attested from mid-14c. Vanity table is attested from 1936. Vanity Fair is from “Pilgrim’s Progress” (1678).
Idle? There’s a man who has a theory about that 😉 He wrote me an email…
“Thanks for leaving a linkto Idle Theory. It is indeed “very Benthamesque”. But I replaced the greatest happiness for the greatest number with the greatest idleness for the greatest number. Idleness is (in principle) a measurable quantity, while happiness is not. I suppose I think of ‘happiness’ as being ‘happen-ness’ or ‘what happens’, and it’s only in their idle time that people are open to anything ‘happening’ in a ‘happy’ way. The rest of the time they’re too busy doing something more or less completely determined. Something like that, anyway.”
So thoughtful of him to reply and elucidate… you could have chosen a better image though, Click, those boots look like they could do with a clean…
Oh this is about that tweet we clicked *smirk* on this morning…
I spent a lot of time shamblingK2last year, Clicky… it was before I realised you even existed 😉
Ha! Clicky, The first British film idol that pops up in that series of films is CAINE…
idol (n.)mid-13c., “image of a deity as an object of (pagan) worship,” from Old French idole “idol, graven image, pagan god,” from Late Latin idolum “image (mental or physical), form,” used in Church Latin for “false god,” from Greek eidolon“appearance, reflection in water or a mirror,” later “mental image, apparition, phantom,” also “material image, statue,” from eidos “form” (see -oid). Figurative sense of “something idolized” is first recorded 1560s (in Middle English the figurative sense was “someone who is false or untrustworthy”). Meaning “a person so adored” is from 1590s.
Steady on now, Clicky, I’m pretty sure any Shadow Pharming Minister, would be appalled at that suggestion…
Oh there’s no talking to you today *rolls eyes* … Have a Song…
So I thought I’d re-watch last week’s episode of Doctor Who, before watching tonight’s second half…
That’s the prologue, Clicky. I don’t have time to watch the Prologue…‘The Witch’s Familiar’ starts in a couple of hours and shambles can take ages to prepare… Oh, you’ve put in all the links…Cheers, Click!
This is a synchromystic shamble so is probably not going to make much sense to most people, but hear goes 😉
The previous season of Doctor Who was so syncy. We spent hours and hours knot-eye-sing the syncs on Merovee last year. So this new season was much anticipated. However, even I was surprised that the opening shot was of smoke…
People do have their heads in the clouds when it comes to the ‘denormalisation‘ of smokers, Click… the mandated hatred has WHOlyreligious overtones… now, can I get on, time is clicking on *titters*…
A child (‘Save the Boy’ theme from ‘The Zero Theorem’) runs away through the smoke, lost and is made to stop by a black angel…
Who is promptly grabbed and pulled into a black hole…
Ah, vaping the great alternative to smoking, Click 😉
The boy picks it up…
Clicky, 50 is L which is Lever and how many feet and hands in that image?
Not a Library then, Clicky, Lol… Highlighting a mix and a muddle (how shambolic 😉 with technology. That’s pure Hugo…
*guffaw* Well done Click knot-eye-sing the 15 (IS) year program… you’re so sneaky Clicky hiding stuff like that… but no one get’s it you know..
Well D’Uh! I’ve been hanging around with you for like…ever 😉 Please Click, it’s… twenty to fucking twelve!!! OMG! I missed the show. Stop messing about now, post the images and no hiding stuff. Honestly, who in their right mind chooses a flippin’ chatty dolphin as an assistant…
Click, I saw what you did there *squint* Stop it!
That’s enough for now. I’ve got a date with iPlayer. Damn it, I haven’t even got to the syncs with ‘Essex’ and ‘Dude!’
“Have you seen this?” Thoughtful Man handed a small fat book. Something had tickled him; there were tears in his eyes.
“‘Passport to the European Union’? Where did you get this?” I turned the cover to read ‘This is not a travel document!’. I felt the ‘Duh!’ on my lips.
Thoughtful Man grabbed it back, eager to get me to the right place. “It’s Kit’s. He was given it at Junior school. I found it in the drawer. Dated 2012, so probably for the Olympics.” He thumbed through the pages. “Look, start here at the UK and read the famous people listed.”
“David Beckham, Paul McCartney and William Shakespeare. Okay?” I looked up expectantly.
“There are separate entries for England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales, too. England’s next.” He flipped the page.
I could see the amusement on Thoughtful Man’s face but couldn’t figure out the reason. “Newton, Rowling and Foster. Scientist, author and architect. That’s a good mix. What’s so funny?”
He winked. “Now Scotland.”
I turned the page.
“Wait.” He hugged the book to his chest and skipped a page. “Now Northern Ireland,” he said, handing the book back to me.
His obvious mirth was infectious and I started smiling though I didn’t really know why. “Now,” he intoned gravely, “guess which famous people they listed for Wales.”
“Dunno. Dylan Thomas. Richard Burton. Bertrand Russell?” My eyes skipped down to the page.
“Fireman Sam!” Thoughtful Man could contain the laughter no more and out it bellowed. “Only Fireman Fucking Sam.”
“Only Huw Fucking Edwards! Double whammy!” I could feel the crow’s feet dig into the plumpness of my cheeks, drawing them up tight to make room for the grin that engulfed the the lower half of my face.
“If I were Welsh, I’d be furious. Fireman Sam?” Thoughtful Man shook his head. “Ha. I wonder who they listed for Germany.” He wandered off, book in hand.
Oh hello, Clicky, I forgot you were there. Have a Song…
Frank Davis wrote the most interesting blog about the abolition of fire…
No, Clicky, that’s the poster for the new collection Thoughtful Man discovered at Cash & Dash’sshoptoday…
I know! £4.99 for a Zippo lighter. That’s not bad if I can limited him to just the one…
Oh dear yes, Clicky, it can be expensive loving Anarchivist especially one with a fetish for anything American…
Anyway, I thought it a cute sync, the ‘History of Fire’ when Frank writes about the ‘Abolition of Fire’…
Myfuneral outfit? Fifty shades of grey indeed, Clicky… although it was pressed… you couldn’t even show an image of it ironed and, you know, on…?
That good, eh? Keep this up Clicky and you’ll find out just how scary I can be… Dumey’s has an atticnow, you know… I’ll send youback…
Okay then… You know there’s a sync also with the name of the £4.99 Zippo lighter with yesterday and today, Click…Florentine, as in from Florence…
Florence chief city of Tuscany, also a fem. proper name, both from Latin Florentia, fem. of Florentius, literally “blooming,” from florens (genitive florentis), present participle of florere“to flower” (see flourish). The city name is from Roman Colonia Florentia, “flowering colony,” either literal or figurative, and became Old Italian Fiorenze, modern Italian Firenze.
How do you solve the problem of tobacco smokers when you have azero-toleranceto tobacco…? I’ll be honest, Clicky, past experience does not bodewell…
Never mind, Click, it was so lovely to be with friends and family yesterday… and Mother certainly sorted some decent weather out for us fellow smokers 😉 Have a Song…
Library of Libraries 