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2023
The arrival of another year: Stay safe, stay cool and stay sane Go forward but tread carefully Happy New Year 2023
Unspiration
I suppose this would be better than being the changeling of a fairy with the morals of a gypsy and the hygiene of a hippie.
International Cheetah Day
No, not that Cheeta, you silly monkey. International Cheetah Day (December 4th)
Joan Blondell Kicks Arse
scene between Joan Blondell and Claire Dodd in Footlight Parade (1933) I haven't seen this film in such a long time. Viewing the above clip has given me the urge to get around to rewatching it some time. In fact, all four movies in the collection pictured deserve another airing.
It is Written
There is the book and there is only the book - documentation, something in your hands to savour, to examine, to hold, to treasure The book is paramount The book is life The book is all-knowing Kindle, be damned!
A Declaration from on High
despite the sounds of brouhaha as the voices of dissent surround you are you and you are who you are go forward go mighty don't ever stop don't ever give in you are all that matters
Subliminally Yours,
A cautionary tale. I sought help. At the time I had no confidence, I was on the verge of ending my own life, I felt there was no-one. This woman exploited that state of being for her own selfish ends. Respect was lost and my hatred for Dr. Lara Bertolino's appalling actions propels me along to this very day. As the old song says, "Anger is an energy*." also see : psychology-115 liminal-mess liminal-place-n-2 on-cusp-of-drool the-cygnet-cynic * the old song
Mourning Becomes Electra
the internet weeps at the supposed passing of Stomp mynameisstomp.blogspot.com
Faↄebook
I know it's shameless. I know it smacks of self-promotion... but, here is my Facebook page (at this particular moment in time).
The Enigma that was Stomp
man of the eggplant - champion of the cheese sandwich I kneel down with head bowed in the direction of Mt. Olympus, my memories of the romps we had with Stomp are bubbling to the fore. My tear-streaked fizzog gives the game away. Stomp, where be ye now? Come back, come back. You ran away and abandoned the bloggery scene to who knows where. As you are well aware by now, mynameisstomp.blogspot.com is no more. Memories are all that remain. But what of Stomp himself? Whatever happened to this fascinating cross-cultural icon and beacon of hope? Reports are coming in regarding various sightings of the man. Apparently he's been spotted hang gliding over the Darling Scarp. Other sources say he was seen sleeping in the Wesfarmers building's doorway in the Perth CBD. Stories about him moving to Czechoslovakia to take up egg farming or touching down on a South Pacific island and being promptly thrown into a volcano on arrival can't be discounted either. I wish he was still around to...
