A Dingo's got my Barbie!!!

Men!

Now these pictures show some real class!!!

Weird...

I found this on the Young Writer's blog, apparently it was written by an unknown author in the 19th century, thought why you'd want to do it I have no idea! But it's sort of interesting, in a weird way.

Winnie and Walter

“Warm weather, Walter! Welcome warm weather! We were wishing winter would wane, weren’t we?”

“We were well wearied with waiting,” whispered Waiter wearily. Wan, white, woe-begone was Walter; wayward, wilful, worn with weakness, wasted, waxing weaker whenever winter’s wild, withering winds were wailing. Wholly without waywardness was Winifred, Walter’s wise, womanly watcher, who, with winsome, wooing way, was well-beloved.

“We won’t wait, Walter; while weather’s warm we’ll wander where woodlands wave, won’t we?” Walter’s wanton wretchedness wholly waned.

“Why, Winnie, we’ll walk where we went when we were with Willie; we’ll weave wildflower wreaths, watch woodmen working; woodlice, worms wriggling; windmills whirling; watermills wheeling; we will win wild whortleberries, witness wheat winnowed.”

Wisbeach woods were wild with wildflowers; warm, westerly winds whispered where willows were waving; wood-pigeons, wrens, woodpeckers were warbling wild woodnotes. Where Wisbeach water-mill’s waters, which were wholly waveless, widened, were waterlilies, waxen white. Winifred wove wreaths with woodbine, whitehorn, wallflowers; whilst Walter whittled wooden wedges with willow wands.

Wholly without warning, wild wet winds woke within Wisbeach woods, whistling where Winifred wandered with Walter; weeping willows were wailing weirdly; waging war with wind-tossed waters. Winifred’s wary watchfulness waked.

“Walter, we won’t wait.”

“Which way, Winnie?” Winifred wavered.

“Why, where were we wandering? Wisbeach woods widen whichever way we walk. Where’s Wisbeach white wicket, where’s Winston’s water-mill?”

WistfuIly, Walter witnessed Winifred’s wonder. “Winnie, Winnie, we were wrong, wholly wrong; wandering within wild ways. Wayfaring weather-beaten waifs, well-nigh worn-out.”

Winifred waited where, within wattled woodwork walls, waggons, wheelbarrows, wains were waiting, weighty with withered wood. Walter, warmly wrapped with Winifred’s well-worn wadded waterproof, was wailing woefully, wholly wearied. Winnie, who, worn with watching, well-nigh weeping, was wistfully, wakefully waiting Willie’s well-known whistle, wholly wished Walter’s well-being warranted.

With well-timed wisdom, Walter was wound with wide, worsted wrappers, which wonderfully well withstood winter’s withering, whistling winds. Wholly without warm wrappers was Winifred, who, with womanly wisdom, was watching Walter’s welfare, warding Walter’s weakness.

“When will Willie wend where we wait?” wearily wondered Walter.

“Whist, Walter,” whispered Winnie, “who was whooping?”

“Whereabouts?”

Welcome whistling was waking Wisbeach woods when winter’s windy warfare waxed weaker.

“Winnie! Walter!” Winifred’s wakefulness was well-grounded. “We’re well, Willie; we’re where Winston’s waggons wait.” Without waiting, Willie was within Winston’s woodwork walls. “Welcome, welcome, Willie.” Winnie was weeping with weariness with watching Walter, weak with wayfaring.

“Why Winnie! Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie,” Willie whispered wheedlingly. “We won’t weep; Walter’s well. What were Walter without Winnie?”

Wholly wonderful was Winifred’s well-timed womanly wisdom, which well warranted weakly Walter’s welfare. Whenever wandering within Wisbeach woods with Winnie, Walter would whisper, “What were Walter without Winnie? Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie!”

[WT - weirdly wonderful wording what?]

Silent Saturday.

And you guys think I'm nuts.

I was dorking off when I came across this. Now these guys are really strange (I like the second clip best)...

Other Business...

Karisma tagged me today, and while I don't do memes now, I used to. And as it happens I've done this one.

What a coincidence.

Something came up in yesterday's post that a couple of you seemed interested in. It will be a another multi part post, not becasue there's any suspense involved, but there are actually a couple of different stories interwoven. When I went to refresh my memory, I was struck by the timing, it was a year to the day since the story began.

I'm not meaning to be cryptic, in fact I'll cut to the chase...this is Belle's father, and the beagle mentioned in the original post was her mother.

Originally posted 20th Jan 2007...

In other news, it seems like I've got another dog. I almost had two but the other one (a beagle) wouldn't come into the yard and just took off. He looks like he's been on the road for a while and is the skinniest dog I've ever seen, hopefully I'll be able to beef him up a little. He doesn't have a collar so I'll be taking him to the vet's to check for a microchip. More on him later.

I thought this was interesting.

This is not mine, and it's pretty old (I think it's from 2002), but it is funny. It also shows what a clever mind with the time for a little research and a good turn of phrase can do. Jim is obviously my hero.

Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odour for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbours. They claim the odour is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offence.

Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighbouring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

I have a neighbour who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? -Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your devoted fan,
Jim

It's all in the presentation

There's Geek Tee Shirts...

And then there's Geek Tee shirts...


Hell there's even Geek Kitties...

It's B@rbie time again

I've got a Belle update but I'm just too lazy to write it, so here's a collection of B@rbies I found on the net. These are the more seamy side of the little plastic goody two shoes. If you're looking to buy these for yourself, they are from the Sex Worker B@rbie© collection.

Note: All thumbnails can be enlarged (there's no magic clicking involved, just bigger pictures)

   

 

A sign of the times.

NaBloMoGoAway post #27

Putting technology to work.

Ever since the interweb became accessible to the masses, and long before blogging became popular, computers have performed a particularly invaluable service to mankind. This clip from a home shopping show illustrates this point very nicely indeed...

How about some 80s Aussie music...

Yes they are singing in English, but don't worry if you can't understand the words, none of us can either. In fact I once saw James Reyne (the singer) asked to translate the lyrics from a couple of his songs that were played to him, and he was unable to decipher the words. But still, the imagery is pretty good.

BlaBlaBlaBlah post #22

Bonus Post.

Since I missed a post while I was on the Coast, here's a little something extra for you. The regularly scheduled drivel will be posted later today, I think it will be Karmyn's meme.

For those of you with boys - enjoy, for the rest, be thankful...

Please click here.

Update** Melissa (the one in NZ) just made a good point, the link is safe for work.

Why didn't I think of that?

I've been stealing stuff from all over the internet...writing some really great posts lately hoping that I'll soon become a blogging superstar, but I'm getting nowhere. Then it dawned on me, I've only been stealing pictures, what I should have been stealing is ideas. So I looked around for ideas to steal and I came up with a pretty good one...wait for it...a 'name that photo' contest.

I mean shit! Ree got over 2500 comments yesterday on hers, so I figure I should get at least that many because hers was just some old bulls, whereas mine is me! Now that's gotta be a winner! Speaking of winners, the winner will be chosen by the rest of you. So without further stalling to make the post look like I've actually put some effort into it,  I present "boy in a tree" but you should come up with something better than that...

Because I have a problem with the concept of a complete democracy, I'll pick five (that's 5) entries to go on the short-list for voting tomorrow. And yes, of course there's a prize  (I'm not saying what it is, but you can be pretty sure it won't be a $600 JC Penny Gift Certificate! I can't take all Ree's ideas).

PS. Sorry about all the italics, I got a bit carried away.

I'm plumb tuckered out.

Whoa, that was a big Fun Monday yesterday! I'm blogged out and pooped so I'm just posting a picture and a video, neither of which are mine. Plus I visited a blog buddy today so I'm a bit tired form that too.

Update** I've just been tooling around on YouTube and stumbled upon this episode of Star Trek, now I'm a long time Trekkie, but for the life of me I can't rember this episode called "Lethal Atmosphere" do any of you remember it?

Ok, back to the post. Here's why I've never done the face recognition thing...

And now for a clip, this one never fails to mesmerise me (turn the sound up just a bit). You really should watch it a couple of times...

Oh ok, here's another inspirational poster...

This is for the birds

I've been a bit busy today, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for your romance fix. Knowing how much gas (petrol) costs and I'd hate to think you wasted your money coming here, so here's a pretty picture...

Hey, Check out the tits on this!