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An Independent Day.
Jul 2nd
What follows is a short diddley-doo that I wrote a few years ago in honour of the American Independence Day. It’s quite a load of rubbish so enjoy.
Philodendron. Common name, Pothos. Derived from the Latin Vulgate meaning that which grows and spreads like wildfire yet can grow even in dark closets. This “devil’s ivy” has sprung up in every restaurant, every airport, every hospital, everywhere!
The obvious benefits of such a plant are well…obvious! They add a sparkle of green and often yellow to the decor; they easily spread to cover a large area, and can be used to accent not More >
What is the value of your life?
Jun 27th
Wow...look at that forehead.
I am often embroiled in conversation with coworkers about the stress and life-sucking that goes on because of work and life distractions. I was also preoccupied with the number of grey hairs I have developed above my ears. It might have been that which concerned me more than the life-sucking, but regardless it prompted a question which I’ll get to in a moment.
In the last year or so I have gone from having 5-10 grey hairs above my ears to over 30. Ok, maybe 40-50. And let’s not even get started on the tell-tale signs of male pattern More >
Naked Cowboy Back in the News
Jun 22nd
* Image from Metro UK Weird News
Looks like the Naked Cowboy, or rather the Underwear-only-wearing cowboy, is back in the news again…
The Naked Cowboy, who is frequently seen in New York’s Times Square, strumming a guitar while wearing only a cowboy hat and a pair of white briefs, has sent a cease-and-desist letter to the Naked Cowgirl. The Naked Cowboy, whose real name is Robert Burck, is demanding that the Naked Cowgirl – also known as Sandy Kane, who performs in a red, white and blue cowboy hat and matching bikini – stop ripping off his trademark.
Back in October 2003 More >
Silent Kay
Jun 18th
The night before Christmas a long, long time ago, there lived a girl named Kay. She hardly ever spoke, so she was called Silent Kay.
On the day before Christmas, Silent Kay was knitting a sweater to give to her mother. She heard a knock at the door. She turned the knob and opened the door. On the door step, was a knight whom she didn’t know.
“Pardon me,” said the knight. “I need your help. I scraped my knees, and knuckles, and I need a bandage. I have some in my knapsack but I can’t get them out because there is More >
