It echoes the dog, so the dog thinks we have a ghost dog. He is happy. All dogs like to live in a house with a ghost dog.
To comfort himself he steals the baby's bib. He was prevented from stealing it last night, so he stole my shirt.
Maybe he thinks my shirt will ward off the ghost dog he hears in the mornings.
- Current Location:Back inside of Mobile
- Current Mood: dirty
- Current Music:Hall of the Mountain King
- Current Location:In a ditch with a hammer
- Current Mood: contemplative
- Current Music:Peace Train
blizzard. Even as he looked, the lights changed into three tall, straight figures, clad in
silver-armoured suits, advancing across the ice with a slow, deliberate step. Horror-struck,
the Sergeant reached for his gun, and a stream of bullets sprayed across the marching
figures. BUT THEY CONTINUED MARCHING...
The capitals just make that for me. Good old Dr Who novels.
- Current Location:An abandoned children's book collection
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:Gangstagrass
Anyway, lets get down to the serious business of hating question marks with Gertrude Stein
"It is evident that if you ask a question you ask a question but anyone who can read at all knows when a question is a question ... I could never bring myself to use a question mark, I always found it positively revolting"
And she is of course entirely and completely correct, on one hand we have the bizarre crusades against adverbs, yet we insist on using a typographical bibelot slip "questioningly" into our language with gay abandon. Out out damned hookéd spot.
Exclamation marks are even more ghastly, because they make any statement seem breathlessly adolescent, and noisomely false. They need removed as well, under the simple grounds they are another appalling precis of an adverb. In modern language the various stabs at having something denoting sarcasm would at least serve some use, and remove the punch in the throat required for hanging a smiley off the most pointed of abuse.
- Current Location:An abandoned victorian style manual
- Current Mood: contemplative
- Current Music:The noise of Lynne Truss being kicked to death
Early lithograph of Stig
Resurrected in memory of a time long passed when Stig and I slaved over hot photocopiers to impress people we barely knew with pseudonymic foolishness.
How much it all has changed.
I have known Stig for 25 years, one marriage and a loss of hair. Blast from the past time.
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the party involved.
10 Things you probably didn't know about Duncan Peterson
1. Duncan boxed for Portugal in the Tokyo Olympics*
2. In his spare time
3. The only person to have ever seen
5. Peter was the dubbed in voice at the end of Bride of Frankenstein, declaring "We belong dead" (note to self remove Peter, replace with Duncan)
6. Duncan's IQ is so high it cannot even be described using scientific notation.****
7. Peterson once played Vittoria in a personally staged version of "The White Devil"
8. Peter is the reincarnation of Prussia
9. Er.. Peter.. or is it Duncan, drives his Ferrari, except when he has to collect people.
10. Peter is universally loved and has lots of friends.
* - He fought at Carrotweight, a division few enter anymore
** - Most people are now merely prevented from seeing his wife by warding spells
*** - This was of course in the days when it was unfashionable to do so
**** - Or its 50. Take your pick.
- Current Location:An abandoned first half century
- Current Mood: flirty
That's my story and I'm sticking to it like glued flooring.
So for no real reason I have a stock art collection of footballs
This one struck me, immediately as being a bit beholdery, but after a moment I thought;
"If footballs actually had tentacular spikepoints on them like something from a japanese cartoon, I might actually give a toss about it"
Leading back to Stig and my oft conversations about improving dull sports with petroleum, and or sharks. And in some cases africanised killer bee swarms, which would definately improve cricket. Which is named after insects anyway so that makes perfect sense.
Now I'm thinking about the Cyberman playing golf with Thor, in that old Absolutely sketch.
Boodoodoooboodoo dooo dee diddly boo deee....
- Current Location:An abandoned Scottish sketch show
- Current Mood: weird