Before I get into the next round of this Pointless Exercise, just a word about the actor Alan Rickman, who died yesterday.
I can confirm that he did knot feature on Thoughtful Man’s ‘CD of Death‘. However, I did meet him, briefly, in the early 90s when I accidentally stepped on his foot whilst collecting my tickets at the Criterion theatre box-office, for that evening’s performance of ‘Misery‘.
He was very gracious when I turned to apologise; it made my night seeing Hans Gruber and the Sheriff of Nottingham in the flesh.
Anyhoo… let’s get on with the post…
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Click for Tete a Tete IntroClick for QueenClick for Knot HardlyClick for Fuck UpClicky for badgeringClicky for knot kneel… Sun?
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I don’t want this post to be too long… Sew, the next Head–toe–Heed question follows shortly. Find out then whether Kobayashi Maroon will need to be deployed by yours truly (Hint. Yes it does). In the meanwhile, have a Song…
Many Apols! for the delay. It’s Thoughtful Man and mine’s 25th wedding anniversary and it’s also Poppy 4th birthday.
Here come Round Two of this Pointless Exercise and it’s ‘Words’ round, sew… let’s start with a word…
ark (n.) Old English earc, mainly meaning Noah’s but also the Ark of the Covenant, from Latin arca“large box, chest” (see arcane). Also borrowed in Old High German (arahha, Modern German Arche). From the Noachian sense comes extended meaning “place of refuge” (17c.). As the name of a type of ship or boat, from late 15c. In 19c. U.S., especially a large, flat-bottomed river boat to move produce, livestock, etc. to market.
And a Song… *Hit it, Clicky!*
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AA: And suddenly we’re down to 3 pairs. At the end of this round we’ll be down tattoo pairs, in time for our Head-2-Head round. But, er, I’ve got some-I’ve got some Apols! to chuck out… Ruth, well done to you.
AA: Er, thank you very much. Well, listen, we’re half way through the round so let’s take a look at the scores as they stand. Twenty One, very well done, Solomon. Solomon and Ruth, very much the top of the table there. Er, then up to 79 where we find Carl and Jimmy, then up to 83, where we find Alex and Jamie. So yeah, Jamie, we need a low scoring one from you, hear…
AA: Yeah, there we are… ‘stark’. There’s your red line, it’s quite low. You’ve gotta get blow that red line to stay in the game. Let’s see how many of our 100 peepole said ‘stark’.
AA: It’s been- it’s been lovely having you on… Jimmy and Carl, everyone!
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Goodness, is that the time? Well, it was our wedding anniversary yesterday. Oh dear, I’d best get to bed or else Thoughtful Man might think of chuck me out…
*Cheers for that, Clicky… rolls eyes … Hey! Did you see that Dumey had a visitor yesterday? Was asking after you… is there anything you want to tell me?*
cameo (n.) early 15c., kaadmaheu, camew, chamehieux and many other spellings (from early 13c. in Anglo-Latin), “carved precious stone with two layers of colors,” from Old French camaieu and directly from Medieval Latin cammaeus, which is of unknown origin, perhaps ultimately from Arabic qamaa’il“flower buds,” or Persian chumahan“agate.” Transferred sense of “small character or part that stands out from other minor parts” in a play, etc., is from 1928, from earlier meaning “short literary sketch or portrait” (1851), a transferred sense from cameo silhouettes.
I was woken this morning by the hairy warmth of Thoughtful Man nuzzling into my back and a stinky breath dachshund intent on licking the sleep from my eyes.
“Bad news,” he whispered in my ear. “David Bowie’s dead.”
“What?!” Eyes and mouth suddenly open, Poppy took it as a come on for a French kiss. I wiped mouth and attempted to sit up in bed. “What?”
“Yeah, cancer.” He paused. “That’s two now,” he looked at me solemnly.
“Two what?” I lightly batted away Poppy’s energetic attempts to snog me some more.
“The ‘CD of Death’,” Thoughtful Man explained. “I made a CD up for the cab just before Christmas. The first song was ‘Ace of Spades‘ and the second track was ‘Starman.’
“You called it ‘The CD of Death’?” If it wasn’t for the insistent tongue exploring my right nostril, I could have sworn I were still dreaming.
“Well, I do now!” Thoughtful Man pulled Popstar off me, expertly turning her over for a calming belly rub.
“Shit. Well, who else did you put on it?”
He took a deep breath. “George Michael, Barry Manilow, Taylor Swift…” He reached out to the bedside table before placing a silvery disc in my hand. It was blank save for a thick black marker pen ‘X‘ on one side.
“You’ve marked it with cross? Isn’t that a bit morbid?”
“No.” Thoughtful Man looked affronted. “I did that at the time to show which way up to put the CD in the player.”
“Oh, okay. So then, who’s next?”
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Round Two of this ‘Pointless Exercise’ will be available later today. As I mentioned on Part 2.1 – it’s a ‘Words’ round.
As we’re going down the line now, and I want to get to the end of Round 1, I shall have to speed up. Sew… maybe a slight change of format is required… 😉
It’s Thorsday and there are only 11 days left to catch the ‘Pointless Exercise’episode. So if anyone wants to join in, fill your boots… I shall be coming back down the line, shortly…
*note to Clicky – better get your skates on, too, luv *
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AA: False Cog… Thank you Richard. Well, we’re half way through the round. Let’s take a look at those scores… Well done Jamie – 25, the best score of the pass…
AA: Then up to 38 where we find Carl and Jimmy…
AA: 75, where we find Craig and Nikkei…
AA: …And then up to a hundred where we find Solomon and Ruth…
AA: …Sew, yes, Ruth… you’re knot that far out in front…
RUTH: No.
AA: Butt, you gno what we need; a lovely low score.
(AA turns to the scoreboard and the red line starts to descend. Plinky plonky guitar music)
AA: It’s right… look at that you’re through. Well done Alex…
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Well done, Click. Phew… managed to construct that shamble quite nicely before the end of Thorsday… Have a Song 😉
No ‘back to work’ ‘for me today, sew … I’ll just continue from 1.8 whilst I figure out what to do with my life. And it’s knot as if Part 1.9 wasn’t already prepped… 😉
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*Thank you, Clicky, for help with this ‘Pointless Exercise’, so far… you’ve been very well behaved. Hear, have a Song… 😉 *
*sigh* Clicky, there seems to be sum confusion over the point of this ‘Pointless Exercise’ series of LoL posts… Could you get me something digestible on Quantum Theory… something eve-n I’d understand *rolls eyes*
Is that it? *squints*
Well, excuse me *indignant huff* … Carry on, Clicky…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e, the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to -0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to Ï€ or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Sew… Solomon was a busted flush; how ’bout Foggy… *raises eyebrow… Arty, Click… shall we get on with it?*
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AA: Er, Carl! Very warm… Listen, we have reality show royalty, hear…
CARL: Thank you.
AA: Did you-did you keep it?
CARL: It died. It didn’t even make it to the airport, mate.
AA: Oh really?
CARL: No.
*AA chuckles*
CARL: No, I wasn’t even allowed thro’ customs with it.
AA: Ahh… Now, Carl. Back to-back to you p-former car-ear, you obviously, if you can just remember back b4… er the jungle.
*CARL goes to speak, AA continues over him*
AA: Only the most successful Superbike champion… Of. All. Time.
CARL: Yeah, I can just about remember that… I’ve had a few crashes, a few bangs on the head but I can just about remember that. I used to race motorbikes…
AA Watts the-watts the fastest you’ve ever been on a bike?
CARL: But nowadays the guys are up to two hundred and 15 now, sew you gno *nods appreciatively*
AA: Ah now, Carl. This board *waves at bored* It’s all got a lot easier now, thanks to Solomon.
Apol! This is turning into a long, drawn out pro-cess. In this part, though, we finally start to go up the line of this ‘Pointless Exercise‘… Solomon :O
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*audience applauds*
AA: Solomon-Solomon, hear from The Apprentice… Now, listen… B4 you went onto The Apprentice, you were-you were all reddy an entrepreneur. You had-you had great success… I mean-i mean, did The Apprentice help at all? Did you learn stuff from it?
AA: Sew that was basically it… *laughs and smiles*
Library of Libraries 