Belt & Braces */assumes position…*

New Who Outfit

*Straight in there with the photo eh, Clicky?*

Dear Reader, today the new/knew/gnu Who outfit was released to the world…

Apparel (n.) c. 1300, “fighting equipment or accouterments, armor, weapons;” mid-14c., “furnishings, trappings;” late 14c., “personal outfit, a person’s outer clothing, attire,” from Old French apareil “preparation, planning; dress, vestments,” from apareillier (see apparel (v.)). Middle English also had apparelment (late 14c.).

… Posted an observation or two on MEROVEE

 …and further discussed with Poppy in Twitter DMs…

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 1

*She’s a great Dane and I wear the face of Great Dane, Clicky… /lights up… We could be twins… /draws deeply with Gallic shrug…*

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 2

*She makes some excellent points, Clicky…*

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*The owls are not what they seem, Clicky? …/blows smoke ring… What you on about?*

*/drags… Ah, cooper… /exhales… Gotcha! *

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*Three parent babies are a thing, Clicky…*

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 6

 

 

 

*Nice! …/flicks ash…*

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*/stubs butt… Belting, Clicky, belting…*

*/rubs throat… Clicky?*

*… Make us a cup of coffee, sweetie… /sticks out tongue… Those rainbow belts really uber zesty…*

*Oh and get a Song… /bats lashes…*

I think that’s enough to be getting on with for now, Dear Reader. Although a Cade style question suddenly occurs to me…

Q: What’s the point of humans?

A: Our ability to imagine? ...*/shrugs*...

Until next time… Have a Song…

 

Roo, Roob, Roobee… Rats!

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*Good afternoon, Clicky… /pats snout… You’ve got the enormous chair out… /lights up… Good call!*

Clicky bring chocolate and Red Frank Gets Ruby

*Ooh chocolate! Thank you… /breaks off piece…*

From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…

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*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*

Over the years I have been online…

*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*

… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…

*Roobot… /smirks… I met one this week…*

Roob and Cade afternoon chat

*Yeah, I know… Pepper…*

Roob and Cade afternoon chat 2

*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…

*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*

So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler

*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*

Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…

French girl mutilated by rats

And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?

*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*

Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…

Roob tells Cade the syncs she spots in The Fedora Chronicles

Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…

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*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*

*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*

*A Song already? …/deep drag…*

Roubaix boom town

*Oh I see… /finishes fag… Well I suppose this Library outing is quite long enough…*

Dear Reader, I could go on, like, oh I dunno… how I hate Nazis, but I’ll end this post hear… Have a Song 😉

Ba’al Loon, Pin…’K?

Dear Reader, Red Frank yesterday put up a post on MEROVEE called ‘Further Over The Rainbow‘…

Merovee Further Over The Rainbow

… Inspired, no doubt, but a rare pink rainbow that appeared over Bristol a few days earlier. In the post (as above) and in comments (so below), the 1939 cinematic version of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and synchroncity is discussed by the MeroVEEPs…

*Oh fucking hell, yeah! Good spot, Clicky!*

Dark Side of the Rainbow – also known as Dark Side of Oz or The Wizard of Floyd – refers to the pairing of the 1973 Pink Floyd album The Dark Side of the Moon with the visual portion of the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz.

This produces moments where the film and the album appear to correspond with each other. The title of the music video mashup-like experience comes from a combination of the album title, the album cover, and the film’s song “Over the Rainbow.” Band members and others involved in the making of the album state that any relationship between the two works of art is merely a coincidence.

*Ah, the whole thing, good idea…*

health (n.) Old English hælþ “wholeness, a being whole, sound or well,” from Proto-Germanic *hailitho, from PIE *kailo- “whole, uninjured, of good omen” (source also of Old English hal “hale, whole;” Old Norse heill “healthy;” Old English halig, Old Norse helge “holy, sacred;” Old English hælan “to heal”). With Proto-Germanic abstract noun suffix *-itho (see -th (2)). Of physical health in Middle English, but also “prosperity, happiness, welfare; preservation, safety.” An abstract noun to whole, not to heal. Meaning “a salutation” (in a toast, etc.) wishing one welfare or prosperity is from 1590s. Health food is from 1848.

Today Blue Frank has posted about the word ‘health’ and how it is a meaningless word… Or how it has become wholly meaningless with zealous overuse…

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*Ah ha… In the Pink… Blimey, you’re on a bit of a roll today, Clicky…*

The general usage of this phrase has altered somewhat since it first entered the language. We now usually see it with the specific meaning of ‘the pink of condition’, that is, in the best possible health. It is tempting but, as it turns out, misguided, to assume an association between ‘the pink of condition’ and the healthily glowing pink cheeks of new-born babies or energetic sportsmen/sportswomen and the like.

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*The doctors at the W.H.O. don’t want anyone to die, Clicky… A deeply flawed utopian quest… /deep sigh… They’ll kill us all…*

*Clicky, that’s in Italian… /thinks… Oh, yeah…*

Last night, my favourite Welshman of Italian extraction posted about the other arse cheek of the Healthist religion…

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…The Greenies whose sole/soul/arsehole concern is the health of the planet and sod the rest of us…

Baʿal is well-attested in surviving inscriptions and was popular in theophoric names throughout the Levant but he is usually mentioned along with other gods, “his own field of action being seldom defined”. Nonetheless, Ugaritic records show him as a weather god, with particular power over lightning, wind, rain, and fertility.

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*/squints… Who? W.H.O? … 😀 …I pee si, si… /crosses legs…*

Baal (/ˈbl/BAYL; sometimes spelled BaelBaël (French), Baell) is in 17th century goetic occult writings as one of the seven princes of Hell. The name is drawn from the Canaanite deity Baal mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as the primary god of the Phoenicians.

In this unholy hierarchy, Baal (usually spelt “Bael” in this context; there is a possibility that the two figures aren’t connected) was ranked as the first and principal king in Hell, ruling over the East. According to some authors Baal is a Duke, with sixty-six legions of demons under his command.

During the English Puritan period Baal was either compared to Satan or considered his main assistant. According to Francis Barrett he has the power to make those who invoke him invisible, and to some other demonologists his power is stronger in October. According to some sources, he can make people wise, and speaks hoarsely.

While his Semitic predecessor was depicted as a man or a bull, the demon Baal was in grimoire tradition said to appear in the forms of a man, cat, toad, or combinations thereof. An illustration in Collin de Plancy’s 1818 book Dictionnaire Infernal placed the heads of the three creatures onto a set of spider legs.

Hmm… Maybe a toad of the abhorrent variety

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*Ugh… /shivers… Dreadful woman, paid to inflate hate…*

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*I wonder if that’s why they now want to eliminate pop…*

I think that’s probably enough for now, Dear Reader. Have a Song… It’s brand knew 😉

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*Oh Clicky, Sweetie… I’ve hardly started… /pats snout…*

Polling Day Parcel Post

“Come on!” Thoughtful Man called out to me as he struggled to attach collar and lead onto Poppy the dog. She wasn’t making it easy for him: tail wagging, tongue flapping and spinning in a circle with delight at the prospect of walkies. “You don’t half drag your feet!”

I was dragging my feet as we were off to vote, and I still hadn’t made up my mind who to vote for. None of the political parties were particularly appealing this time round, and the only independent candidate had turned out to be a a bit of a tosser when elected to local government. You wanna bet I was dragging my feet.

“Do I have to vote?” I said joining Thoughtful Man and the frisky pup at the front door.

“Yes. Women suffered and died to give you the vote.”

“Ah, there’s nothing like a bit of guilt from the past for motivation, is there?” I sighed as we set off, dragged along in Poppy’s wake.

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“I wonder if you can tell me what’s special about this room?” the MP escort asked as he opened the door to a cupboard with a flourish.

We were standing in The Crypt, having already visited the Lords and stood behind the Despatch Box in the Commons, marveling at the smallness of the chambers on a trip to the Palace of Westminster that my Boss had arranged as a Christmas gift. MP escort, his latest intern and I squeezed in and stood there amongst the brooms, mops, buckets and cleaning products, piled inside.

“I’ll have to close the door and turn on the light,” he said with a wink.

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We stood in silence and read…

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Well, Dear Reader, I did my duty and voted

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CLICKY: Red Universe this way for the Song…

What I did in the voting booth, and who I did or didn’t vote for, is nobody’s business but my own…

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Thoughtful Man had just gone back to bed for a daytime snooze when Poppy started yapping loudly and pawing at the front door. The shadow on other side belonged to a friendly postie. He was holding out a brown cardboard box, addressed and sealed. I took it, thanked him and closed the door.

“Who’s that?” Thoughtful Man called gruffly from upstairs.

I squealed with delight. “Postman. We’ve got a care package from Poppy Sweet Pea!

“What’s in it?”

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“Cigarettes, sweeties and DVDs!”

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*Hey! Save some sweets for me Clicky… /lights up Danish cigarette and drags… And give us a Song…*