Phallic Frigg Day and the Rise of the Power Tools

It’s Friday and on Friday mornings I receive digital copies of ‘Building‘ and Estates Gazette magazines. I usually post the issue covers on MEROVEE because they sync so much, but with the overflowing comments, the latest page has become difficult to load…

So for the Meroveeps, or Mirror VIPs, here’s what’s…

Building cover 131115

Ding Dong, Clicky! What does the little Gazette (‘e states *rolls eyes*) have to say?

Estates Gazette cover 141115

Kinda black and white, Clicky. I wonder what it means…

Etymologyonline is a fantastic resource if words grab your inner rest…

property (n.) c. 1300, properte, “nature, quality,” later“possession, thing owned” (early 14c., a sense rare before 17c.), from an Anglo-French modification of Old French propriete“individuality, peculiarity; property” (12c., Modern French propreté; see propriety), from Latin proprietatem (nominative proprietas) “ownership, a property, propriety, quality,” literally “special character” (a loan-translation of Greek idioma), noun of quality from proprius “one’s own, special” (see proper). For “possessions, private property” Middle English sometimes used proper goods. Hot property“sensation, a success” is from 1947 in “Billboard” stories.

If you clicked on ‘property’ EOL you’ll see four pages of listings where the word is used. These can be fascinating – both ‘black’ and ‘white’ via ‘bleach’ are Shining words, revealed to me whilst looking for hidden things in ‘The Shining’

Look down the first page for ‘Property’ and you’ll find ‘waif’…

waif (n.) late 14c., “unclaimed property, flotsam, stray animal,” from Anglo-French waif (13c., Old French guaif) “ownerless property, something lost;” as an adjective, “not claimed, outcast, abandoned,” probably from a Scandinavian source akin to Old Norse veif “waving thing, flag,” from Proto-Germanic *waif-, from PIE *weip- “to turn, vacillate, tremble ecstatically” (see vibrate). Compare Medieval Latin waivium “thing thrown away by a thief in flight.” A Scottish/northern English parallel form was wavenger (late 15c.).

Meaning “person (especially a child) without home or friends” first attested 1784, from legal phrase waif and stray (1620s), from the adjective in the sense “lost, strayed, homeless.” Neglected children being uncommonly thin, the word tended toward this sense. Connotations of “fashionable, small, slender woman” began 1991 with application to childishly slim supermodels such as Kate Moss.

Look again at the ‘Building’ cover *scrolls up* and find the waving flag…

Wow, Clicky… Big Ben, flag and Kate Moss…

Anyway, it was whilst I was taking digital snapshots of the magazine covers, when the fire alarm suddenly screamed into life. A drill – just enough time to grab cigs, phone, hat and coat before being ushered down the spiraling fire escape by orange fluorescent wardens.

Too wet and windy to smoke during roll call, so I waited until everyone else sprinted for the lifts and settled my back into a covered corner to smoke and read. “Yippee!” there was a new post from The Slog to think about…

Now if you add all this mayhem up, you could be forgiven for concluding that the two government institutions Britain should steer completely clear of are The United States of America, and the European Union. And if you then look at their disgraceful citizen rights record and parlous econo-fiscal positions, you’d probably add Saudi Arabia, Turkey and China to that list. So it does say quite a lot about the judgement of the so-called British élite that they continue to laud the Special Relationship with the US, are desperate to stay in the rapidly collapsing EU bed, like nothing better than selling arms to the Saudis, have hired Beijing to oversee our nuclear power development, and toddle off to Ankara at regular intervals in order to praise Recep Erdogan to the Heavens.

Not just power, Johnthought I, quite a bit of London.”

Oh we just have to waif until… TY, Clicky 😉 Have a Song…

 

 

What the Blazes! Taking an arrow to the née

Following last night’s burning shamble about my surname, a story about a horse called Blaze appeared on my T-wittier feed this morning…

Blaze the horse stabbed and sexually violated

Clicky, it’s so strange. As I was telling Hugo, I just bought some swords from Legs

Legs ordinary day

The swords are a birthday gift for Kit Bisto, my nipper who’s into all things Japanese. He’s a Bonner…

Bonfire, that’s right Clicky. But he’s only half Bonner; the other half comes from me 😉 From the Top…

shewan meaning top

Middle…

shewan meaning middle

Bottom…

shewan meaning bottom

That’s right, my boys may be Bonners but they have She-won genes 😉

Merovee Moulin Rouge

I know, Clicky! At the same time as I was telling Hugo about the swords and Blaze, Merovee Frank was putting up a new post that features a windmill…

*squint* Having fun extracting the Michael, Clicky? … Here, have a Song

Apols! A quick and dirty shambles…

Clicky! You’ll never guess what just happened on Merovee

Merovee 2

Hugo just called me ‘divine’. Clicky…

Hugo calls Roobee Divine

There are so many syncs with this story, Clicky…

Okay, we’ll list them…

Doll

Virgil Doll

That right, Clicky, on Saturday you posted a photo of my Thunderbirds Virgil doll. Quite why you decided to arrange it like a cock and balls is beyond me…

Joe L brings up Richard Doll's Bet

Ah yes, Richard (Dick) Doll… darling of the Tobacco Controllers, friend of industry

Roobee and Dick Doll both had smoking bets

Of course D = Door… lol 😀

Raindog

roobeedoo

That’s me online, my avatar, a dog called Roobeedoo2. And, Click, Rain sounds like reign sounds like rein sounds like REGN… and that’s MRS to you…

Shall we move on…?

Dolphin

Came with the Library. Now wears trousers.
Came with the Library. Now wears trousers.

That’s you, Clicky, helpful assistant. Now that’s 3 syncs with Hugo’s story. but I’d really like 4 for a condor

Condor means scoring four under par (−4). This is the lowest individual hole score ever made. A condor would be a hole-in-one on a par-five (typically by cutting over a dogleg corner).

come on, Clicky, think…

Weiwei

ai weiwei sunflower seeds

My Ai WeiWei sunflower seeds! Clicky, how clever… OMG! Is that the time? Clickstar, have a Song…

“Will someone please tell me what happened to Harley?”

*Clicky, are you feeling sensitive? Why don’t I just tell them to hit on your images to be transported to somewhere else?*

*Alright! Sheesh …*

This is a post about synchronicity …

… not all of synchronicity, of course, I’d be here all bloody day and night. No, this is a sync concerning this very post, which I was formulating yesterday evening, and with a comment smoking blogger Frank Davis made today, which ended up as his post’s title: “Will someone please tell me what happened to Harley?”.

First up, Christopher Lee died on 7th June but I only read about it yesterday:

When many film fans remember Christopher Lee, his role as evil white wizard Saruman in The Lord of the Rings will be one of the first to spring to mind. But while that performance was brilliant, the ingenious way Lee bagged it is even more awesome.

The British actor, who died aged 93 on 7 June, was such a mammoth Tolkien fan that he re-read the fantasy books every year without fail.

When he once met the author in a pub (yes, in real life, he’s the only cast member to have done so), he had a total starstruck meltdown and could barely speak, despite being a horror movie legend for the likes of Dracula already.

In a pub, eh? He mightn’t have met Tolkien in a pub these days …

 

*That’s right, Clicky, a smoker … ‘exiled to the outside’ …*

This post was … is about a letter hanging in my Library …

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For the life of me I cannot remember what fault I found in Josh Kirby’s front cover illustration of a Harley …

… I can’t even drive a car and am certainly not mechanically minded …

*squint …*

… but I remember writing my letter as soon as I’d finished reading ‘Soul Music’ and peppering it lots of …

“Hat. Hat. Hat.” made me laugh so hard, I had to let the author know. I really wasn’t expecting to get a reply …

*Clicky, we’ve had this conversation before about life before the internet … then, books were ‘books’ not ‘boks ‘ …*

Of course, Christopher Lee voiced Death in the TV adaptation of that Discworld story.

*No Clicky, Ian Richardson voiced Death in ‘The Hogfather’ … I’m talking about ‘Soul Music’ … Oh doo keep up …*

Harley Quinn is a character from Batman, of course …

*/puts finger in ear* … STOP PRESS! Harley is OK … I repeat, another smoker is not dead yet …*

“Feeling good for the most part just sore as hell all over and tired. You gotta figure I went almost a month with no sleep and it took til my 4th day home before the pain from my sternum and ribs quelled down enuf to finally sleep. Of course I was off all that damned morphine that made me a literal madman in the hospital for 4-5 days I was swinging and hitting everyone.”

I think that calls for a Song …

*Good choice, Clicky… /taps feet … I’m so glad to hear Harls is feeling better. I should go over there and say hello. Coming?*