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Limey has come into the office early to open up as he thought people needed to work from eight. Nobody else is here! Truly, the devil makes work for idle hands, uahahaha!
Bird fanciers songbook:
The Most Beautiful Gull in the World
"I could here justly tax many other neglects, abuses, errors, defects amongst us, and in other countries, depopulations, riots, drunkenness, &c., and many such, quae nunc in aurem susurrare non libet."
Robert Burton, Elizabethan England's Mr Concise, talking about navigable rivers in The Anatomy of Melancholy
Google says the Latin means "were whispering in the ear, which now do not like to". Make of that what you will.
I read 'First King of Shannara' by Terry Brooks over the weekend, which I didn't like much.
I am also, after a break of several years, trying to finish off the 'Anatomy of Melancholy' by Robert Burton, in between (since one Burton is never enough) having a go at vol. 1 of 'The Land of Midian' by Richard F. Burton.
Well, you can still thrust with a curved blade, though they are (of course) optimised for slashing - however, point taken, ha ha. Hands up who's ever seen a curved rapier.
I saw a cheap bag of 'small peppers' at the greengrocers, which I bought, assuming 'small peppers' meant 'small bell peppers'. Took them home, unpacked them, then thought 'Aha! One of these would make a perfect healthy snack for me!', so I picked one up and bit it in half.
I expect you can guess what sort of peppers they actually were.
havoc xiii wrote:
Baulders Gate....reminds me that I may have to restart Shadows of Amn...stupid Jaheira and stupid romance script.
I have never managed to finish the Jahiera romance, despite getting to what I think is the penultimate stage before
The Harpers forgive her and give her a special pin, which apparently concludes things. Maybe it only happens after Bodhi vampirises your beloved?
Very interesting article about the influence of Murray Bookchin on free Kurdistan, whose militias, of course, are doing the bulk of the fighting against Daesh/IS at present.
Most of Judy Thornton's dialogue in 'Slave Girls of Gor' only really makes sense/can be rendered even more disturbing if you read it in Snarf's voice.
...He laughed and cried out with pleasure in his triumph over the slave girl. "Yes, master!" I cried. "I am Dina! I am Dina! I clutched him, joyously his. "Dina loves Master!" I wept. "Dina loves Master!"
Usual Suspect wrote:
I have at least one character doing the kilt with no skivvies underneath. Proper kilt wear is important. Getting caught with skivvies on under a kilt is a punishable offense you know.
Old joke time:
Inquisitive lady: "Tell me, Hamish, what's worn under the kilt?"
Hamish: "Nothing - it's all in perfect working orderrrr!"
And the series also has a signature beer. I drank some on Saturday. It was alright.
Don Juan de Doodlebug wrote:
I am limbering up (however you choose to define limbering) right now and the first blasts from my mighty quill will be with you shortly.
What I disliked most about 'The Story of O' was a) the fact that the heroine was a complete doormat and had no personality to speak of b) the flowery mimsiness of the language and c) the fact that nobody, not O, not Sir Stephen, seemed to be taking the smallest bit of pleasure in what they were doing and instead went about their tasks with a sort of stony-faced stoicism.
"Flogging time again, Sir Stephen. What a bore."
Well written? Possibly. Graham Greene called it 'A pornographic novel without a hint of obscenity' - what's the flipping point of that? - and if '50 Shades' is worse, I don't want to read it. All of my female colleagues at work went to watch it yesterday, along with my boss and his girlfriend, so I'll get a summary off them.
'The Power of Silent Command' turned out to be a compendium of cheesy mid '70s sales agents' tips and is not a path to Ultimate Cosmic Power at all. Bah.
I'm reading 'Daggers in the Forum - a history of the Gracchi' at the moment, in between nibbles of Gor and Illuminati. Not bad. Also got a book about the Chartist revolt in Bradford out of the library.
Formed by a man who, when dumped by his girlfriend, found solace in the Communist Manifesto
End the blood-soaked conspiracy of Valentine's Day, driven by the chocolate capitalists!
There is a great deal about naughty German Freemasons in John Robison's Proofs of a Conspiracy..., as one might expect.
However, these are no ordinary Freemasons - they're *Cosmo-Political* Freemasons, which means that it's all TRUE and there REALLY IS A CONSPRIRACEY AND TEXE MARRS WAS RIGHT AND THEY'RE TAKING OVER THE WORLD! AI! AI! AI! WAKE UP, SHEEPLE!
Pardon me, stab in the back. We're not allowed guns here until we learn to play with them nicely.
Yours may be different, in which case good on you, but my memories of anarchist meetings I attended when I was younger don't still thrill me 15 years on, to be honest. I wasn't at the one where people took their clothes off in the name of Freedom, which is perhaps why I became such a grim-faced inhuman Statist.
I've just finished 'Whom the Gods Would Slay' by Ivar Jorgensen, an utterly bizarre book which features Vikings, Theosophist witches with hordes of wolves who double up as handy GPS devices when their paws are chopped off, berserker Bishops who save the world by summoning millions of locusts and a nymphomaniac Martian vampire queen who gives birth to ants.
At one point, gratifyingly, 'ants' is given an extra u:
Lall smiled. "Set down the ship. This seems like an excellent spot" A look of tenderness was in her eyes. "Forests. Food for my aunts - until they find red meat"
I swear that I am not making any of this up. If I can find a way of proving it via pics, I will.
Non-fiction, more or less:
'Lord Byron's Jackal - A Life of Edward John Trelawney' by David Crane. Mainly consists of gruesome accounts of massacre, starvation and Romantic bad behaviour during the Greek War of Independence and all the more interesting for it.
'Proofs of a Conspiracy' consists mainly of salacious tittle-tattle about the private lives of Weishaupt and co., who have spent an awful lot of time trying to lure the Fairer Sex into a life of Atheistical Libertinage and done little or no actual conspiring so far.
I also have 'Unapologetic: Why, Despite Everything, Christianity Can Still Make Surprising Emotional Sense' by Francis Stufford to read, along with 'Kinesics: The Power of Silent Command' by Merlyn Gundiff ("What seems to be the trouble, Madam?" "Oooh, it's me Merlyn Gundiff again, doctor!").
* Learn to project unspoken orders that must be obeyed!
Standard text on Gor, I bet!
Hmm... Drejk and the Slaad sounds like a rock group or kids' show from the 70:s. Bet they'd be pretty darn good too.
I liked the Drejk, Slaad and Treppa album better.
It was a treppa LP! Ha ha ha!
[sings]"All in all, you're just another Drejk in the Fawtl"[/sings]
No more puns. Promise.
I think the main benefit of the citizen's income is that it doesn't depend on receiving value from one's labor, which benefits those who are unable to work due to disability and/or discrimination. Although I guess that's what disability benefits are for, and they would essentially be rolled into the citizen's income?
That's one positive aspect - it would do away with the pretty nasty means-testing regime that's in place (in Britain) at present; however, the only major(ish) party who has it as policy at the moment (Greens) have set it at £72.60 a week. Unless it's topped up, that's quite a bit less than the Disability Living Allowance, in the most serious cases. A decent government would make provision for that, but a lot wouldn't, if they could save a few quid here and there
The trouble with a citizen's income is that it will, inevitably a) be used to reduce wages still further and/or b) get set at a level lower than that of any existing benefits it replaces. Personally, I'd prefer people to get much, much more value back from their own labour (or even all of it!) than to have an insufficient sum doled out by the state to augment their crappy paycheck, but I don't doubt that a decent argument to the contrary exists. I've only read one Zizek book - In Defence of Lost Causes - which I liked, even the bits about Lacanian psychoanalysis, or whatever it's called.
In other news, here are some of Karl Marx's dreadful love poems (in English)