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Yes, I went off to areas more rural yesterday, to a fair. What must have been the FCA (or local militia) were busy showing the locals how to defend themselves:

Hmmm chicks with guns eh? Here are some more shots, including gay donkeys:

I included the donkeys in the (frankly unlikely) hope of getting a Filthy badge off Midge.

When I was a kid I spent a great deal of my time in Mixer’s gaff (for those of you who are not regular readers, Mixer is a mate of mine, since I was small, K?). Now the road down to Mixer’s gaff went west a bit, south a bit and then east a bit. Probably half a mile in all. 

This was far too inefficient as his house was essentially a quarter mile due south of my house. There were trees in the way. Now luckilly there was a nice cut through the trees, not a fire break or anything as substantial as that, jsut a straight path where all the branches had been lopped off. One problem was that the tress were planted in rows in a raised strip, so that the earth was a series of peaks and troughs about 2 foot deep and 5 foot between peaks. A pain to walk through, as you were constantly up and down in and out of the troughs.

So I didn’t.

I ran, leaping from peak to peak as the trees sped past me in a blur. halfway between peaks I would reach the apex of my leap, and for a fraction of a heartbeat I would be flying, before gravity pulled me down once again to the top of the next peak ready for the next bounce.

I’m doing this Doodle Week thing. You can see my efforts in the link beside “About” at the top there. I’m a bit crap at drawing, but there you go.

…was a good day. The Dodder looked amazing in the morning as I cycled through Orwell, leaves fresh on the trees overhanging the river and a slight mist hovering over the water. Work went swimmingly, one error location polynomial calculation and root derrivation coded up and working. Off to a meeting in the Alexander where the gentle lowing of the BIFFOs up for the coronation of their hero soothed the soul (along with a couple of pints). Followed by a leisurely cycle home in a bright, leafy and pleasant evening to the bosom of my family. I’ll try and get a snap of the Dodder, it really does look great at the moment.

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First up appologies to Paddy, I essentially made this post out of a comment I left on his blog, I hope you don’t mind or take offence, and I vehemently understand your position on this topic.

Ceiling Bertie is watching you……..

To borrow terminology from English Mum #1 is sick. Nothing too serious, but enough for us to insist she chill on the couch for the day and enough for her to obey us. One upshot of this is that she has watched a Care Bears DVD repeatedly. All day. Despite my trying to distract her with Back to the Future 3 and Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom. PTCC went off with her sis sis to look at stuff for the house she (the sis) is renovating so I am stuck with the Care Bears. Arrrggghh. 

It reminds me of my adolescence when my juvenile sense of humour (OK I still have that, now I’m fatter, hairier and get more action. In that anything above zero is more) lead me to modify the cover of our leaving cert play so that it read:

Kinky Bear

Stars in George meets the care bears and has a good time.

Like I said Juvenile, any guesses as to the original name of the play? It’s Shakespeare! In keeping with the juvenile, and to escape from the repeated DVD I browsed YouTube for Panel clips and found this nugget of environmentalist ranting:

I also came across this which I had been looking for. The last 90 seconds of this say something interesting about online stuff and it being a replacement for a type of interaction that is less common these days. I had trouble embedding it, so you’ll have to follow the link instead.

  So in that context, thanks for being my virtual bowling team, or something.

Finally another thing I encountered thanks to panel clips was this: Conman.tv I Likey.

Got this from there:

Well I tried to follow in the footsteps of Disgrace, I had the beer and the greasy chicken, but found no dominatrix to run away from. Clearly I am eating the wrong type of crisp.

Life was getting on top of me a bit lately, but I have my three year old to thank for reminding me that, really when it all boils down to it, life is about having a bit of craic. Mischief girl.

So off I went to the local to fill up on Beamish (still only €3.90, fecks sake I started drinking Guinness many moons ago because I could get 3 for under a fiver, and that was in Kiely’s for christ sake). 

So myself D and my daughter’s principal have sorted out all the worlds woes and just need to be installed as the supreme triumvirate to start enacting our policies. Albeit after we have achieved sobriety. All in all a reasonable evening and a good start to a long week end. 

I have seen better films.

A lot better.

But, how can you ignore a plot that has Elvis and JFK alive and well in a retirement home, fighting an ancient egyptian mummy that is busy harvesting the souls of the other residents. JFK is black. Elvis didn’t die, it was an impersonator who was letting him take some time out, but died without anyone else realising the switch, leaving him with no access to his fortune.

Elvis is played by Bruce Campbell (Evil dead dude).

You can’t not watch that. It would be a sin.