Dreamy Sleepy Nighty Snoozy Snooze

LAST TIME AT THE LOL — CLICKY: Simply click the pix

Dear Reader – First the bad snooze… Thoughtful Man remains a resident of ICU and he’s mostly sedated…

*Probably, Clicky… /wan smile… Although when it comes to the art of sleeping, Popstar really is in a class of her own… /rolls eyes*

The good snooze is that the swelling is going down, so he is off the ventilator and starting to surface. Though the bad snooze is he suffered some delirium… flailing about, trying to pull out tubes…

*Don mitts? Yes but it took three of them to do it. Well, as you know, Click, he’s a big man*

Still the good snooze was that yesterday he was much calmer and medics were able to remove the protection from his hands. Now we’re waiting for the results of today’s scan…

*Not sure about the wolves, there, Clicky – the nursing staff have been superb… But the waiting… /sigh…*

Today I watched a film that Thoughtful Man had gotten for me before he was taken ill.

‘In Akron, Ohio, 24-year-old Joy and her five-year-old son Jack live in a squalid shed they call Room. They share a bed, toilet, bathtub, television, and rudimentary kitchen; the only window is a skylight. They are captives of a man they call Old Nick, Jack’s biological father, who abducted Joy seven years prior, and routinely rapes her while Jack sleeps in the closet. She tries to stay optimistic for her son, but is suffering malnutrition and is sometimes overcome with depression. She allows Jack to believe that only Room and its contents are “real,” and that the rest of the world exists only on television.’

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To be continued in a post yet to be named. Sew I will finish this one now with a Poe-M…

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

… and a Song 😉

Tracheotomy Tears

Dear Reader – It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Thoughtful Man in possession of a life-threatening abscess, must go under the knife.

sherlock 1

*True. In fact he’s had two operations, Clicky. The first emergency one to drain the poison and remove teeth. Then he had to have another one on Saturday morning…*

sherlock 2

*Yeah, there was some concern he wasn’t getting enough oxygen ventilating through his nose, so they decided a tracheotomy and keeping him sedated would be the best way to help him…*

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“What’s a trash conomy?”

Loopy looked expectantly at me from his captain’s chair. “Is Dad okay?”

“It’s tracheotomy and it’s when they cut a hole in your throat and stick a tube down it.” Kit Kat replied in the teenage tone of the perpetually bored. “Don’t you know anything?”

“Er…” I looked from one to the other, “Were you both listening to my conversation?”

“Yes.” Strange. They don’t normally agree on anything.

I licked my lips. “Oh okay, um, Dad’s fine but he needs another operation…” I waved towards Kitten, “…the doctors want to put a tube in his neck to help with his breathing.”

I pointed to the hollow of my throat and felt myself swallow.

“Okay, two things,” Loopy got up and ambled toward me. “Three things. Firstly, hug?” He wrapped his arms around me, patting my back.

“Thank you. What’s the second thing?”

“Will he have a scar?”

Again, Kit Kat replied for me – this time with an impatient sigh. Again Loopy ignored him.

“And thirdly… can I have something to eat?”

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sherlock 3

*What?!*

*/squint… Well, I’m glad you’re seeing a funny side to this, Clicky *

To be continued in “Dreamy, Sleepy, Nighty, Snoozy Snooze’… Have a Song

Abscess Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Dear Reader – Over the course of the next three days Thoughtful Man’s health deteriorated as the size of his jaw increased…

Desperate Dan

*Exactly, Clicky, he looked like Desperate Dan…*

hurting

*Hurting? Oh yes, Clicky, he was in a tremendous amount of pain.*

Despite a visit to the doctor, who prescribed him two courses of antibiotics and extra strong painkillers, Thoughtful Man’s swelling and discomfort got worse. I wondered if he might have mumps…

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“I’ve already had mumps. You can’t get it twice.”

Thoughtful Man groaned with the effort of speaking.

“Yes, but it says here,” I stroked the screen of my iPad, “‘Once you’ve been infected by the mumps virus, you normally develop a life-long immunity to further infection.'”

Miserable eyes stared back at me. Blankly.

“Normally… that’s not exactly definite, is it?” I put the iPad aside and squidged down beside him under the duvet. “And we’re not exactly normal, are we?”

hurting 3

*/shrug…*

“Please, go back to the doctor in the morning. You don’t seem to be getting any better.”

Thoughtful Man grunted acquiescence and closed his eyes. Gently, I touched his burning brow. “You’re still so hot. Is there anything I can get you?”

“A gun.”

hurting 2

*It’s alright, Clicky. I also refused his request for a one-way ticket to Switzerland… /rueful smile …*

The next day local doctor took one look at Thoughtful Man and sent him straight off to A&E.

“Abscess…” he croaked down the phone line to me, “…operate immediately… if it bursts, I’ll die.”

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Hurting 4

*Tell me about it! Oh, Clicky, it’s been another long one. I’m off to bed…*

To be continued in ‘Tracheotomy Tears’. Have a Song.

‘Til Depp Us Do Part

Dear Reader – it’s been a bit of a bollocks week, if truth be told. Thoughtful Man has been ill…

*Ha! Well, that is my usual reaction when he says “I don’t feel well”. But, Clicky, this week… /looks skywards*

It all started during a movie double bill on Sunday evening. Somewhere between ‘From Hell‘ and ‘Sleepy Hollow‘, Thoughtful Man uttered the dreaded words…

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“I don’t feel well.”

Thoughtful Man switched on the fan heater, full pelt, and flopped onto the bed, beside me. “My teeth hurt, my neck’s sore, my head aches and I’m fucking freezing.”

He didn’t look well. Certainly he didn’t feel well as he crawled under the duvet – heat radiated off him. He shivered closer, laying his sopping wet head on my lap for me to stroke.

*Yeah. I could have done with a sponge…*

*…/rolls eyes*

An anxious night followed, filled with fitful sleep and delirious shouts of “Seven” from Thoughtful Man.

Seven

*Dunno, Clicky. Could mean anything… Hmm, the sweat was running off him… /taps teeth*

And in the cold light of Monday morning, it was obvious that this was more serious than man-flu. His throat and jaw had started to swell. Thoughtful Man was sick…

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JD3

*Stopping there? Yes, Clicky. I’m tired and I have lots to do tomorrow. I need to get some sleep.*

To be continued in ‘Abscess Makes the Heart Grow Fonder’. Have a Song.

The Junkie, the Nanny and Doctor Hoo,’K?

I started posting knot-eyes of a sync over at MEROVEE yesterday. Frank in the Red Universe is having A Quantum Leap of Faith…

: CLICK: Dry Bones.

Yes, Clicky, I stopped it there because you were about to add a Song…

/squint… ‘Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone’. That’s a very personal sync, as you are well aware. Hey, hey, where you going? Clicky?!

: CLICKY: We’re out of milk.

OK bye, then! I’ll just put this all together myself, SHALL I?! /rolls eyes… I hope I haven’t lost my train of thought… /cracks knuckles…

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A Void posted the other day about mounting Superstitions and a dead Head in ariZOna:

A Void Arizona

Oh hello! Do I see mention of Brandon Lee? That would be Professor Crowe that Click spotted… “We’re out of milk”. My arse!

And Vann? That syncs with my other Doctor, Shiny Sheldon… NAVigator.

Mail headlines

We’ve been to Arizona, Thoughtful Man and I. Back before boys were ever on the scene. We based ourselves in Phoenix at a hotel called The Buttes. Americans love a British accent unless you tell them that you staying in their butts. Then they look on you with disgust. We found that out upon arrival, passing through Immigration.

siphon

Enter Legs with news of a really disgusting death.

Yesterday brought news of another dead head. A baby one, a seed. This time in mOZcow:

Moscow Baby Head

Oktyabrskoye Pole metro station received its name from Khodynka Field, a nearby locality which was known as October Field during Soviet Rule. Khodynka takes it’s name from a river and was the site of the first Russian powered flight. It became a regular airfield, in use through the late 1980s. The Russian National Air & Space Museum is at Khodynka.

Mail headlines 2

Most recently on MEROVEE, we’ve been syncing underground…

Merovee Everyone can go to hell

… and trains.

Merovee you're waiting for a train

Nanny taken down at the entrance to the underground.

Oh NO, Nanny‘s Named PersON

State Property

Mail headlines 3

Ah Scotland, policy test bed for so many London-based governments, the geographical head of the United Kingdom. The Romans tried to decapitated it…

Hadrian's Wall

…the SNP nearly pulled it off in 2014. No doubt they’ll try again but in the meantime they are developing their own policies for export.

The BASE jumper died by Sy Phon Draw…

syn-
word-forming element meaning “together with, jointly; alike; at the same time,” also sometimes completive or intensive, from Greek syn (prep.) “with, together with, along with, in the company of,” from PIE *ksun-“with” (cognates: Russian so-“with, together,” from Old Russian su(n)-). Assimilated to -l-, reduced to sy- before -s- and -z-, and altered to sym- before -b-, -m- and -p-. Since 1970s also with a sense of “synthetic.”

-phone
word-forming element meaning “voice, sound,” also “speaker of,” from Greek phone“voice, sound,” from PIE root *bha- (2) “to speak, say, tell” (cognates: Latin for, fari“to speak,”fama“talk, report;” see fame (n.)).

Now where was I before Clicky threw a spanner into my works? /taps teeth…

fame (n.) early 13c., “character attributed to someone;” late 13c., “celebrity, renown,” from Old French fame“fame, reputation, renown, rumor” (12c.), from Latinfama“talk, rumor, report; reputation, public opinion; renown, good reputation,” but also “ill-fame, scandal, reproach,” from PIE root *bha- (2) “to speak, tell, say” (cognates: Sanskrit bhanati“speaks;” Latin fari“to say,”fabula“narrative, account, tale, story;” Armenian ban, bay“word, term;” Old Church Slavonic bajati“to talk, tell;” Old English boian“to boast,”ben“prayer, request;” Greek pheme“speech, voice, utterance, a speaking, talk,”phone “voice, sound,”phanai “to speak;” Old Irish bann “law”).

The goddess Fama was the personification of rumor in Roman mythology. The Latin derivative fabulare was the colloquial word for “speak, talk” since the time of Plautus, whence Spanish hablar.

I’ve always been afraid I was going to tap the world on the shoulder for 20 years, and when it finally turned around I was going to forget what I had to say. [Tom Waits, “Playboy” magazine interview, March, 1988]

There was plenty of rumour and speculation leading up this weekend’s Famefestathon, the OZcars… Not only who would win awards but what the host, Chris Rock, was going to say?

: CLICKY: Back… I had to go to the Blue Universe…

You took your time, Click. I’m just getting on to our OZcar win…

inside out

I posted knot-eyes at ‘Quantum Leap of Faith’ in the Red Universe.

Roobee mentions oscar win

Great movie, Clicky, we should watch it again. Let me make myself a coffee first… /returns with look of disgust… I thought you went off to get some milk…

Monday Movies: Scary Monster

“No. I know of the film, I’ve just never watched it.”

Thoughtful Man looked at me with astonishment. “You’ve never seen ‘Aliens‘?!”

“Well, I haven’t seen ‘Alien‘ either,” I replied defensively. “I don’t like scary monsters.”

My iPad chirped as the confession left my mouth; my friend Leggy had just posted a comment about me to an under-underdog.

It suddenly occurred to me that my reticence to watch scary movies could be problem when adapting short horror stories to film, so hesitantly I agreed to Thoughtful Man’s follow up suggestion, that we indulge in a double movie bill.

“Come on. You’ll enjoy it. Stop being a wuss.”

“Are you alright? Did you survive the scary monster?” Thoughtful Man turned round to me as the second set of credits started to roll. “You did actually watch the films, didn’t you?” He’d spotted my iPad loitering on my lap.

“Yes! I hid my eyes a couple of times.” I demonstrated by lifting it up to cover my face. At least he couldn’t see me blush.

He sighed and rolled off the bed. “Okay, so what did you think then of the bits you did watch?”

“I enjoyed them. The first one was scarier but the second one made me jump more.” I yawned and made to get out of bed. “I might write a post about them later. The monster is a Giger invention.”

Thoughtful Man stooped to click off the TV at the plug and sighed again. I wasn’t sure if it was for my mention of writing a post, confirmation that I had been peaking at my iPad or the realisation that I would beat him to the bathroom. I didn’t wait to ask.

*So, Clicky. You watched the films with us. What did you think?*

Sink Mist

*/Rolls eyes… Okay, synchromystically. Well, actually, that was weird, the comment Vik posted at Merovee whilst we were watching…*

Vik x

*Yes! John Hurt, the War Doctor, was in it…*

*You know, John Hurt does have a sync-link to my last post, Clicky…

‘On 6 October 2015, international news media announced that David Bowie has arranged his new track “Blackstar” as the theme song of the show, as well as introducing the listener to 45 seconds of the intro.’

The last panters — Clicky for Super Bowel

*It’s Super Bowl, Clicky, and don’t pull your innocent face… Hey, you know Lady Gaga sang the national anthem at the game, well she was on the Grammys last night*

*/shiver… I don’t know what scares me more, Lady Gaga or spiders.*

facehugger

*It had 8 legs, Clicky, but it wasn’t a spider /grimace… Actually, they were more scary than the adult monsters. Especially by the time of Ripley’s big fight at the end of the second film…*

Eyewitness — Clicky Weaver’s Role after ‘Alien’

*Oh, she starred with two different Hurts, one after the other? Hmm… Hey, I wonder if Ripley has any link to ‘ripple‘..? I did watch a film at the weekend that had Einstein in it…*

Roobee Absolutely Anything — Clicky for Merovee link

*/Yawn… Is that the time. Shit! I should get to bed; Thoughtful Man wants us to watch another scary film tonight. You lock up, Clicky, and have a Song*

Eggplant Jesus

Kit Kat returned from school today with new ‘artwork’.

“What the hell is that on your hand?” I asked as he started stripping off his uniform.

Eggplant Jesus

“Eggplant Jesus.”

tumbleweed

*I know, Clicks! I should have asked him why Eggplant Jesus has fins 😉 *

There’s a real story here, Smitty – Updated

Hud 1

Or is that Kaballah? Anyone scene ‘The Hudsucker Proxy‘?

Supply And Demand, Clicky?

sad (adj.)Old English sæd“sated, full, having had one’s fill (of food, drink, fighting, etc.), weary of,” from Proto-Germanic *sathaz (cognates: Old Norse saðr, Middle Dutch sat, Dutch zad, Old High German sat, German satt, Gothic saþs“satiated, sated, full”), from PIE *seto- (cognates: Latin satis“enough, sufficient,” Greek hadros“thick, bulky,” Old Church Slavonic sytu, Lithuanian sotus“satiated,” Old Irish saith“satiety,”sathach“sated”), from root *sa-“to satisfy” (cognates: Sanskrit a-sinvan“insatiable”).

Sense development passed through the meaning “heavy, ponderous” (i.e. “full” mentally or physically), and “weary, tired of” before emerging c. 1300 as “unhappy.” An alternative course would be through the common Middle English sense of “steadfast, firmly established, fixed” (as in sad-ware“tough pewter vessels”) and “serious” to “grave.” In the main modern sense, it replaced Old English unrot, negative of rot “cheerful, glad.”

Meaning “very bad” is from 1690s. Slang sense of “inferior, pathetic” is from 1899; sad sack is 1920s, popularized by World War II armed forces (specifically by cartoon character invented by Sgt. George Baker, 1942, and published in U.S. Armed Forces magazine “Yank”), probably a euphemistic shortening of common military slang phrase sad sack of shit.

In the film HUDsucker is Waring…

We interrupt this transmission — *Hang on a second, Clicky…*

Going to watch the film again. Further comment will appear later, under the Song

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Update: 8th February 2016

So I watched the movie again today. Last week, after writing the above post, Thoughtful Man was watching an episode of ‘Comic Book Men‘ and Mike Zapcic, in conversation (as they do), said that he’d begged his father to take him to the cinema to see ‘The Sting’ because he had a thing for Charles Durning.

Charles Durning, of course, played Waring Hudsucker and that sync, I have to admit, is a bit of a weird on all kinds of levels. Plus, of course, Paul(i) Gnuman starred in both the ‘Hudsucker Proxy’ and ‘The Sting’ 😉

Hud 2

*Blue letter… Thank you for reminding me, Clicky*

Kit Kat wanted me watch a YouTube video this evening that made him larf…

Sherlock gospel

*Oh for fuck’s sake, Clicky. This game of charades of yours… /rolls eyes… It’s called ‘Give Us A Clue‘! Have a Song.*

Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 1.5

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*

(SOLOMON & AA overlap speaking – indecipherable)

AA: Couldn’t you have just gone… had a meeting with sum one?

(AA blusters and turns to break 4th wall with a L-OOK!)

AA: … a day long course… couldn’t have you?

(RUTH chips in)

AA: Okay. Did it help, tho’? Did it help?

SOLOMON: Yeah, yeah, yeah..

(AA and SOLOMON start to speak at the same time)

SOLOMON +AA: Massively … The Apprentice.

SOLOMON: I think now I can-I can doo a business plan. I know how to meet pee-pole a bit better… business me-tings…

AA: Okay. Now, Solomon-Solomon *turns to look at board*… The bored *pause* It’s all yores…

SOLOMON: Sew… I’m like, finding this quite hard because I’m knot really a singer. Sew erm…

AA: Doo you gno, you don’t really have to be a singer

*laughter in the studio and at home*

SOLOMON: Yeah, butt I’m thinking, like yeah… Sew, sew I’m thinking I want to go with the top one. Is that the answer?

AA: Erm, you then have to give the answer.

*laughter in the studio and at home*

SOLOMON: Sew…

*Ruth winces*

SOLOMON: Sew I’m pretty sure-I’m pretty sure ‘Dirty‘ and ‘Beautiful‘ was sung by that woman called… Brit-knee-Spears.

*AA turns to break the Fourth Wall*

*AA turns to look at Score Board*

*OZ chips in*

AA: Good start to the round anyway.

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Update 29.12.15 at 13.41 (again, yule have to take my word for the time 😉 )

Just seen the most amazing Lego set… Thoughtful Man told me about it; he saw it in a shop this morning… Hmm…

*Clicky, grab some close ups, there’s a good chap… lead the way*

*Nice grabs, Clicky… High Five!*

1645h further update… a bigger picture 😉

Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 1.2

To continue from yesterday…

Yay! Haven’t done much transcribing *yawn …Keeping you up, Clicky?* ‘Pointless’ then, so images I grabbed today… 9 of them. They cover the introduction witch actually I didn’t pay any attention to whilst yabbering on…

iPlayer image

2. Spiraling Towers

3. Solomon and Ruth

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Digression: Today Loopy decided to get gold armor for one of his game’s characters. One called ‘Battery’. He already had the golden gun…

Yep… definitely…

… smoking 😉

*squints* It’s his holiday away from school… let him enjoy himself, I say. Digression over.

Welcome to the LoL

Dear Reader – First the bad snooze… Thoughtful Man remains a resident of ICU and he’s mostly sedated…

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Dear Reader – It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Thoughtful Man in possession of a life-threatening abscess, must go under the knife.

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“What’s a trash conomy?”

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Dear Reader – Over the course of the next three days Thoughtful Man’s health deteriorated as the size of his jaw increased…

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“I’ve already had mumps. You can’t get it twice.”

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Dear Reader – it’s been a bit of a bollocks week, if truth be told. Thoughtful Man has been ill…

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“I don’t feel well.”

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To be continued in ‘Abscess Makes the Heart Grow Fonder’. Have a Song.

I started posting knot-eyes of a sync over at MEROVEE yesterday. Frank in the Red Universe is having A Quantum Leap of Faith…

CLICK: Dry Bones.

*Yes, Clicky, I stopped it there because you were about to add a Song…*

*/squint… ‘Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone’. That’s a very personal sync, as you are well aware. Hey, hey, where you going? Clicky?!*

CLICKY: We’re out of milk.

*OK bye, then! I’ll just put this all together myself, SHALL I?! /rolls eyes… I hope I haven’t lost my train of thought… /cracks knuckles…*

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CLICKY: Back… I had to go to the Blue Universe…

*You took your time, Click. I’m just getting on to our OZcar win…*

*Great movie, Clicky, we should watch it again. Let me make myself a coffee first… /returns with look of disgust… I thought you went off to get some milk…*

*Supply And Demand, Clicky?*

*Hang on a second, Clicky…*

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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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2. Spiraling Towers

3. Solomon and Ruth

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4. The Angler and The Ace

5. Oh Brother… *shakes head*

6. Made in Chelsea

7. “My logisticians are a humorless lot … “

8. Friends in the Blue Universe

9. The Ozman cometh

Yes, Clicky, I stopped it there because you were about to add a Song…

/squint… ‘Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone’. That’s a very personal sync, as you are well aware. Hey, hey, where you going? Clicky?!

OK bye, then! I’ll just put this all together myself, SHALL I?! /rolls eyes… I hope I haven’t lost my train of thought… /cracks knuckles…

You took your time, Click. I’m just getting on to our OZcar win…

Great movie, Clicky, we should watch it again. Let me make myself a coffee first… /returns with look of disgust… I thought you went off to get some milk…

Supply And Demand, Clicky?

Hang on a second, Clicky…

5. Oh Brother… shakes head