Dear Reader – Happy Easter Sunday. This should have been my 100th post, but ‘events, dear boy, events’…
*Clicky! Oh you’re up at last …/looks at watch … Look, it’s possible the hospital will be able to release Thoughtful Man tomorrow. Although… it is the Easter weekend, so maybe knot… /grimaces… Honestly, Click, this past fortnight has been awful…*
*/squint… Knot helpful, Clicky. Look, I have a shambles to put together and I’ve only got today to do it, sew your assistance would be very much appreciated… /thinks …Now, I’ll need a Song…*
*Nice! And a dance…*
*I know, Smuggy McSmugface and his Anti-sugar crusade has the same effect on me… Now, let’s see what else… A handle to turn…*
James masc. proper name, New Testament name of two of Christ’s disciples, late 12c. Middle English vernacular form of Late Latin Jacomus (source of Old French James, Spanish Jaime, Italian Giacomo), altered from Latin Jacobus (see Jacob).
The Welsh form was Iago, the Cornish Jago. James the Greater (July 25) was son of Zebedee and brother of St. John; James the Less (May 1) is obscure and scarcely mentioned in Scripture; he is said to have been called that for being shorter or younger than the other. Fictional British spy James Bond dates from 1953, created by British author Ian Fleming (1908-1964), who plausibly is said to have taken the name from that of U.S. ornithologist James Bond (1900-1989), an expert on Caribbean birds.
*Ha! Hugo posted a Bond story on MEROVEE just last night…*
CLICKY: Mail Bonding
*Thank you, Click…*
*Yes! That was the night I got the idea for this very post – Hugo, again, this time with Male Bonding…*
*Good. Now where was I? Turning handles…*
*Apols, Clicky – which way?*
*Legs! Of course, I can’t believe I nearly forgot to include Cinders… /slaps forehead… Now, I see why you were so insistent on including those, ahem, questionable Marlon Wayans clips in the comments… *
*Spooky? You don’t know the half of it… I’ll get to that. So, you’re knot just a filthy minded beast… /sighs with relief… thank fuck for that! Okay, Clicky, let’s turn the handle again… James is rooted in Jacob…*
Jacob masc. proper name; Old Testament patriarch, son of Isaac and Rebecca and father of the founders of the twelve tribes, from Late Latin Iacobus, from Greek Iakobos, from Hebrew Ya’aqobh, literally “one that takes by the heel; a supplanter“ (Gen. xxviii:12), a derivative of ‘aqebh “heel.” The most popular name for boys born in the U.S. from 1999 through 2008. Jacob’s ladder, in various transferred uses from 1733, is from Gen. xxviii:12. In Spanish as Jago, Iago, also Diego; with alterations as Italian Giacomo, James, and (contracted) Spanish Jaime.
*Heel sounds like heal and where Healtheists are concerned, Clicky, something is generally afoot…*
*/Rolls eyes… Because shambles are messy, Clicky. Have a little faith…*
*Hmm, more petty than little, I’d say, Click…*
*No, you’re right; Jimmy the King was certainly an Anti…*
*… Christ! Tobacco causes scurvy?! Well, he seems a perfectly responsible sponsor to ‘authorise’ the ‘word of god’…*
*Sarc aside, Clicky, when you turn the handle again…*
supplant (v.) early 14c., “to trip up, overthrow, defeat, dispossess,” from Old French suplanter, sosplanter “to trip up, overthrow, drive out, usurp,” or directly from Latin supplantare “trip up, overthrow,” from sub“under” (see sub-) + planta “sole of the foot” (see plant (n.)). Meaning “replace one thing with another” first recorded 1670s. There is a sense evolution parallel in Hebrew akabh “he beguiled,” from akebh “heel.”
*And now we have Twisty McTwistface, calling sugar ‘the new tobacco’… Asking for, and getting, a tax in Chancer GO’s Fudge It… ‘Cos they just can’t stop thinking about the children…*
*What?!*
*Huh?! Damn, is that the time?! I haven’t even touched upon Thoughtful Man’s spooky revelation of last night outside hospital’s little M&S Simply Food… Clicky, I’ll have to save that for another post…*
Until next time… have a Song…
“Streetcar Named Desire star stubbed out cigarettes on his younger lover”
As a reference to Brando’s chosen lubricant during that memorable scene in the final dance in the French capital – I can’t believe that’s not ‘butt-hurt’.
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It helps the medicine go down…
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Poppins pops out… Oh Hugo, there’s only one possible response 😀
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Cat O’ Nine Tails. Cat-eye is pure butt Tempestuous.
And Rhiana is on her Anti Whirled Tour…
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3512139/Rihanna-looks-super-girlie-pastel-tracksuit-leaves-hotel-gig.html
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hi
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Hi Cade – Been getting a great many ‘Godfather’ syncs. In fact I have just ‘gone to the mattresses’ 😉
😀
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Oooookay. So…yeah…gone to the matresses…yeah…how’d that happen? Jesus h…wtf.
Well anyway, hope you and yors iis well.
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Apols! I was being whimsical – as I saw your ‘hi’, I was asked to look at some mattresses…
Oh fuck off, Clicky. It made sense to me!
Husband’s home and recuperating, thanks Cade.
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Just a lot of stuff I don’t understand. Kinda like…oh…life…all of it. Now some extra weirdness is dropped on top of me and well, seeing that I’m quite a few years into the new…whatevz, I guess ‘m expecting to get fired at any moment for continuing my streak of being a lifelong failure at everything.
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Have you ever heard of Bloody Stupid Johnson?
http://discworld.wikia.com/wiki/Bloody_Stupid_Johnson
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Well, I think you may have mentioned them before. Or maybe someone else in your proximity of posting areas where you are identifiable as you.
But other than that…no. Reading that kinda scared the shit out of me/gave me the creeps.
I have no idea why.
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Because so often, life imitates art?
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Uh well yeah cause art imitates life in one of those supposed circular loops. Not ever Cheerios could cheer up this fruit loop.
I guess when you don’t want anything and didn’t ask for anything, don’t be surprised when you get what you wanted. /shrug
Or what you wanted but didn’t ask for? Or…SOMETHING!!! God I hate trying to be clever. lol
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It’s amazing the shit that we remember/things that are important to us that makes absolutely no sense in this new big world of ours to some people.
I lived up north/northeast. Rugby is hugely popular up there. Especially playing at the mall (downtown DC) on the weekends.
Me? I hate violent sports. I prefer ice hockey.
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My favourite song. From the Black Album.
“What boundaries to cross, what chances for the taking”
Inspiring 🙂
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