The Shining: Bathrooms Part 4.2


As we saw in Part 4.1, the Redrum bathroom scene in The Shining Forwards/\Backwards, one of the corresponding scenes is that of Wendy talking to the doctor in the Boulder apartment. The other is…

doner kebab

*Err, no …/rolls eyes*

Danny saw it on TV

*Funnily enough, Clicky, the Old English word for ‘cannibal‘ was ‘selfæta’… sounds like ‘self eater’… /waits… reminds me of another Stephen King story…*


murder (n.) c. 1300, murdre, from Old English morðor (plural morþras) “secret killing of a person, unlawful killing,” also “mortal sin, crime; punishment, torment, misery,” from Proto-Germanic *murthra- (source also of Goth maurþr, and, from a variant form of the same root, Old Saxon morth, Old Frisian morth, Old Norse morð, Middle Dutch moort, Dutch moord, German Mord “murder”), from PIE *mrtro-, from root *mer- “to die” (see mortal (adj.)). The spelling with -d- probably reflects influence of Anglo-French murdre, from Old French mordre, from Medieval Latin murdrum, from the Germanic root.
Viking custom, typical of Germanic, distinguished morð (Old Norse) “secret slaughter,” from vig (Old Norse) “slaying.” The former involved concealment, or slaying a man by night or when asleep, and was a heinous crime. The latter was not a disgrace, if the killer acknowledged his deed, but he was subject to vengeance or demand for compensation.

Mordre wol out that se we day by day. [Chaucer, “Nun’s Priest’s Tale,” c. 1386]

Weakened sense of “very unpleasant situation” is from 1878.


shambles (n.) early 15c., “meat or fish market,” from schamil “table, stall for vending” (c. 1300), from Old English scamol, scomul “stool, footstool” (also figurative); “bench, table for vending,” an early Proto-Germanic borrowing (Old Saxon skamel “stool,” Middle Dutch schamel, Old High German scamel, Germanschemel, Danish skammel “footstool”) from Latin scamillus “low stool, a little bench,” ultimately a diminutive of scamnum “stool, bench,” from PIE root*skabh- “to prop up, support.” In English, sense evolved from “place where meat is sold” to “slaughterhouse” (1540s), then figuratively “place of butchery” (1590s), and generally “confusion, mess” (1901, usually in plural).

We start with Jack chopping at wood, whilst calling to Wendy that ‘he’s home’…

Redrum Bathroom 1

Danny escapes the bathroom by sliding and lands on Jack’s shoulder… Embodying his parents, Danny looks on…

Jack approaches the Redrum Bathroom…

Redrum Bathroom 6

He stands outside the bathroom and listens at the door before knocking…

Redrum Bathroom 7

The bathroom window is too small, Wendy can’t get out. She calls to Danny…

*Ap-parently, Clicky, human flesh tastes a bit like pork…*

Jack demands entry…

Redrum Bathroom 12

Inside the Redrum bathroom, Wendy plucks the knife from the sync and waits by the door…

Redrum Bathroom 13

As Jack hams and chops…

Would he, wooden he..? Wendy screams…

Redrum Bathroom 18


So, Dear Reader, I hope you’ve enjoyed this visit to The Shining Forwards/\Backwards’ bathrooms…

donna loo

*Alright, Clicky, enough of that… Have a Song*

Wibbly Wobbly (tie me) Why me?

Stuff IT…

My friend Cade popped by yesterday to post a spider in comets on my Venus Flytrap post…

*I’ve always been scared of spiders, Clicky. It’s a phobia that I’m working hard to dispel… it’s the legs…*

Spending time with Legs

*Not that Legs, Clicky… /rolls eyes*

Funnily enough on the same day I’d made my Venus post, Cade was describing his flies

Clicky Lovin'

*Oh FFS! I can see why you like spending your time over there, Clicky, but do you have to be quite so graphic?*

Today is the birthday of the World Wide Web. This news was brought to me by the Sky Dick, Suck IT…

Sky Dick Suck It www birthday

Four years ago, Tim Berners-Lee featured in the Opening Ceremony of the Olympic Games. Last night, the 2016 Games Opening Ceremony took place in Rio, Brazil…

*A humongous flop, Clicky, you wouldn’t like that at all… Will and Ken battling it out… actually Kenneth Branagh also featured in the 2012 Olympic Opening Ceremony*

smoking IKB

The musical directors for that one were Underworld

*No shit, Clicky! /slaps head… Two years ago, when the World Cup was on in Brazil, Merovee Ken and I explored Luis Suarez and the ‘Ritual of Chomp‘…*

Chöd (Tibetan: གཅོད, Wylie: gcod lit. ‘to sever’[1]), is a spiritual practice found primarily in the Nyingma and Kagyu schools of Tibetan Buddhism (where it is classed asAnuttarayoga Tantra).[2] Also known as “Cutting Through the Ego,”,[3] the practices are based on the Prajñāpāramitā or “Perfection of Wisdom” sutras, which expound the “emptiness” concept of Buddhist philosophy.

According to Mahayana Buddhists, emptiness is the ultimate wisdom of understanding that all things lack inherent existence. Chöd combines prajñāpāramitā philosophy with specific meditation methods and tantric ritual. The chod practitioner seeks to tap the power of fear through activities such as rituals set in graveyards, and visualisation of offering their bodies in a tantric feast in order to put their understanding of emptiness to the ultimate test.[4]

*That’s enough for now, Clicky. Would you furnish Dear Reader with a Song?*

Saturday Shambles: Laufen mit dem Hund

Saturday afternoon: Thoughtful Man has gone to work, boys are otherwise engaged and I am throwing a ball for Poppy, our dachshund – a perfect opportunity for some shambling.

Dear Reader, make of it what you will and, hopefully, enjoy.

*Clicky, just links in text for this one, please. I know you like hiding them but constructing a shambles is difficult enough without any tomfoolery*

Trust me

*Hmm… Okay, go get the rainbow snowflakes…*


On 13th July (13.7 or 137), I had a DM conversation with my friend Legs. I’d been loafing

Legs and Roob converse on 137


*Ha! Trust Leggy to think about the fertilizer, Clicky*

Waldi was the first proper Olympic mascot, for the Munich Games in 1972. The route of the Marathon race was based on the outline shape of Waldi, a dachshund. I’d shambled it before

The considered and precise lines of the petite canine’s form are typical of Aicher’s clean modernist design and were used for the route of the marathon through the city of Munich. The various parts of the hound were represented by different areas of the city with the mouth being in the Nymphenburg Park, the belly — the main downtown street and in true German style, the rear end in the English Garden.’

If the rear (shitting) end was in the English Garden, what about the mouth (eating) end?

The 200-hectare (490-acre) park, once an Italian garden (1671), which was enlarged and rearranged in French style by Dominique Girard, a pupil of Le Notre, was finally redone in the English manner during the early 19th century by Friedrich Ludwig von Sckell, on behalf of prince-elector Charles Theodore. Von Sckell was also the creator of the English Garden in Munich.

Knot to mention, parks are considered Green (breathing) Lungs


It’s got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch Technik you know
And it’s not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round


*/rolls eyes… Okay, good one… running/jogging is movement*

In my youth, Snickers bars were called ‘Marathon‘…

1896, marathon race, from story of Greek hero Pheidippides, who in 490 B.C.E. ran the 26 miles and 385 yards to Athens from the Plains of Marathon to tell of the allied Greek victory there over Persian army. The original story (Herodotus) is that he ran from Athens to Sparta to seek aid, which arrived too late to participate in the battle. Introduced as an athletic event in the 1896 revival of the Olympic Games, based on a later, less likely story, and quickly extended to mean “any very long event or activity.” The place name is literally “fennel-field.” Related: Marathoner (by 1912).

*/Squint… Clicky, it’s now early evening and I have a lot to cover yet. I’m sensitive that this shamble will grow too big…*


*No! And that doesn’t count toward reproduction either… /sniff… I’ll continue, shall I?*

Yesterday was 22nd July (22/7) and I posted a Theorem of sorts on MEROVEE  why bad stuff seems to happen in the real world as a result of our posting online there.

Roob's Merovee Theorem

Shortly after, new poster CJ brought news of a shooting incident in Munich… the cause of much running from a man with roots in I Ran…

CJ brings news of Munich

I discussed it with Legs, later…

Legs and Roob converse on 22 slash 7


*Aww, Clicky, you’ve got me… /eyes widen… No! I don’t mean in the reproductive sense*

And then it occurred to me, I’d seen 137, π and an 8 somewhere else before… At Evergreen Terrace


‘The first equation on the board is largely Schiminovich’s work, and it predicts the mass of the Higgs boson, M(H0), an elementary particle that that was first proposed in 1964. The equation is a playful combination of various fundamental parameters, namely the Planck constant, the gravitational constant, and the speed of light. If you look up these numbers and plug them into the equation,1 it predicts a mass of 775 giga-electron-volts (GeV), which is substantially higher than the 125 GeV estimate that emerged when the Higgs boson was discovered in 2012. Nevertheless, 775 GeV was not a bad guess, particularly bearing in mind that Homer is an amateur inventor and he performed this calculation fourteen years before the physicists at CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research, tracked down the elusive particle.’

*Click, you have a one-track mind…*

god particle

*Ahh… Very clever, Clicky… /yawn and stretch… That’s enough for now, let’s have a Song…*


*Fine, we’ll ketchup later*



Updated – Poppy Sweetpea to the rescue…

Poppy Sweetpea to the rescue

Post title amended.


Invitation to the Theatre

“Do you want to go and see Roy’s new play?” Thoughtful Man asked earlier today whilst sat at his computer. “He’s sent me Facebook message.”

the theatre

Roy is Thoughtful Man’s oldest friend. I’ve mentioned him before.

“Oh that would be great.” We hadn’t been out together in ages…

“When’s it on? What’s it about?”

“Have a guess.” Thoughtful Man grinned his evil smile at me. “It opens next week.” He turned back to his computer and employed Clicky to give me a clue.

Thoughtful Man bobbed his head in time to the music. He swiveled back round to look at me with laughing eyes. Of course I knew that Roy’s plays predominantly feature black characters.

“No… He’s never written a musical called ‘Gaye’?!”


“No, but it is set in the 80s.” Thoughtful Man winked at me. “It’s called ‘Soul‘.”

‘You had better tell me what I just walked into’

On April Fool’s Day 1984, hours before his 45th birthday, Marvin Gaye was shot dead by his father in the shared family home they called the ‘Big House.’ What happened there – and whether it was murder or suicide – has been shrouded in mystery since.

Revealing what really happened during Marvin Gaye’s haunting final days and celebrating his extraordinary life, Soul is a searing portrait of the pitfalls of the American dream. Not just the story of Marvin Gaye, but of many a musical icon whose family life has been crushed by the effects of their stardom.

“Soul?” That synced with a conversation I had with my friend Hugo on Twitter last night…

This is insanely brilliant

*I know, Click, but that’s another story.*

“It’s at the Hackney Empire.” Thoughtful Man chewed his lip and scanned the webpage. “Parking will be a bitch. we’ll have to go by train.”

I opened a new tab on my PC to goo girl details of the play. There’s a LoL post in this, I thought to myself.

goo girl doo tell Elizabeth Garrett Anderson

CLICKY: Talk of slapping sexuality, Doctor… who?


*Ha! Not Hackney but still East London. Nice catch, Clicky!*

Thoughtful Man suddenly burst into laughter. “Have you found it yet? Someone from Doctor Who is starring in it.”

Soul play cast

CLICKY: Mother of Dr Martha Jones


I'm loving it

*Me too, Clicky. And we have a trip to the theatre to look forward to as well. I think this calls for a Song*


Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 1.4

AA: *There we R...*

(*audience applauds*)


This is Thoughtful Man’s Day and he’s currently sleeping. I will get on with Round 1 (Divas) and breaking it down in this Pointless Exercise… Now. The time is   1315h… I can’t time stamp it… yule have to take my word for it 😉


AA: If everyone’s reddy… Let’s play Pointless!

*(Spiraling discs, dramatic music, name of the show)*


D’Oh! Nuts! How Doo I Doo This?

1. D'Oh Nuts... how doo I doo this

Ray of… *lights up*

2. Ray of... Lights Up

Me..? You talking to me?

3. Me... You talking to me

Phwoar! Divas! Smokin…

4. Phwoar... Divas... Smokin

Sewing perspectives, look from a far

5. Sew... Perspectives... looking from afar...

La La? Nuff Said… Defo

6. La La... Nuff Said... Defo

Tea Time Show *thank you very much!* h/t Lives 😉

7. Tea Time Show Thank you very much hat tip Lives


Update: 28/12/15… took yesterday off from dissecting this episode of ‘Celebrity Pointless’… watched a film I’ve scene iT several times before… knot recently though… will start Part 1.5 ‘Going up the line’ today 😉

CYL *blows kiss*