Chorus: In wayfarer's worlds out west was once a man,
A man I come not to bury, but to praise.
His name was Geoffery Lebowski called, yet
Not called, excepting by his kin.
That which we call a knave by any other name
Might bowl just as sweet. Lebowski, then,
Did call himself "The Knave", a name that I,
Your humble chorus, would not self-apply
In homelands mine; but, then, this Knave was one
From whom sense was a burden to extract,
And of the arid vale in which he dwelt,
Also dislike in sensibility;
Mayhap the very search for sense reveals
The reason that it striketh me me as most
Int'resting, yea, inspiring me to odes.
(In couplets first, and then a sonnet brave
As prologue to the tale of this the Knave.
Behold him, then, a-tumbling softly down
To pledge his love immortal to the ground.)
We stray now from fair Albion and from France
And see no Queen of bawdy songs and cheers
And in an angel's city take our chance
For stupefying tales to our ears.
To war on Arab kings acoast we go,
Needing a man of times, though hero not;
Hear me call him not hero; what's in a hero?
Sometimes there's a man, your prologue's thought.
The Knave, though scarcely man of honour'd grace,
Nor hero Olympian, nor yet employ'd,
Was nonetheless for all his time and place,
The man befits the circle he's enjoy'd.
A man of lazy ways, of epic sloth:
But, losing train of thought, I've spake enough!

Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, courtesy of Boing Boing. What if William Shakespeare wrote The Big Lebowski?</i>

Gulf Stream last seen heading towards Greenland. That'd explain the cold weather then.

( I saw Avatar )

*Mine was the She-Ra/Jem & The Holograms generation. I regret nothing.

Oxfordites, athenegenia  and hooverpig , and anyone else :
So, Thursday night? Pubbage?
Far from Madding Crowd? Royal Blenheim? 7 onwards?

Fairly zombified at the moment, due to getting a grand total of about an hour of sleep last night. However, I've done a reasonably good job of pumping my body full of caffeine today, so I should be able to keep going while Dr Colin's visiting The Big City.

Plans for today vaguely involve descending upon the British Museum, followed by a film, and then... who knows? Excitement and intrigue abounds!

Awesome. Am borrowing Ubuntu Laptop. It is Bitching. Things can now commence at Hilarious Speed.

Considering I missed it, Happy New Year Chaps. I spent mine being a Clockwork Prince, eating Dreams, hanging with Jovians and dancing to Swing Kate Bush.

Any news on Photos from Seductive Alchemy? I'd quite like to draw certain Costumes.

I'm contemplating a food shop with Tesco online, since I've now used up all my Christmas grub. The trouble is, I can't think of what to cook, and therefore what to buy.

So I throw the question open to you, dear readers! What dishes do you like at this time of year?

Episode 10 is here, by golly!

By my calculations it is now 2010 in the UK.
Happy New Decade.
We still have 5 hours of the Naughties left here.

< "I can hear Enya"

We may not have jetpacks and spaceships but we do have the internet and iPods. More than a fair trade I feel.

Well, Christmas in the US is certainly different than in the UK. No boxing day for a start. The day after Christmas Day is just December the 26th, just another day in the year. Christmas meals are odd too, there is no tradition here of a Christmas meal, just a nice meal that you have on the 25th. Their equivalent of the Christmas meal is the Thanksgiving meal. In a way what a British person would consider Christmas is Thanksgiving and American Christmas combined.

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Here is Carl Sagan



[1] The roads here are awful. Most have no curb, and even the main roads are not properly finished to a European standard – just gravel over concrete. Americans seem to HATE paying taxes and would rather pay 25% of their wages to a health care company than pay 5% to get universal health care. The roads, they pay out about $100 a year per car to repair chips in windscreens rather than pay $50 a year per car to properly surface the roads. As much as we British complain about our crumbling infrastructure at least we have one.
[2] American stores tend to be both very big, and very far away.
[3] Oh sure, if you want a Raspberry and Vanilla Chai or Herbal No Caffine Peppermint and Bannana drink it is fine, but getting a drink of tea that actually contains tea is impossible. If you are lucky enough to actually find a place that serves tea they bring you a cup of hot water, a selection of tea bags on strings, and some condiments (usually not including milk, sugar, or lemon). The concept of boil-water/add-tea-bag/brew/remove-tea-bag/add-milk-and-sugar seems alien to them. It is like asking for a chicken sandwich and getting some dough and an egg.
[4] Here known as ayloomeanum.
[5] The War on Terror. American slang for female genitalia.
[6] Llamas with hats.

My Mac's power cable is dying, if not dead. Not only is the thing's battery on it's last legs but now there's no power reaching it. And it's almost 3 years old. No warrantee. Bah.

Not only does this mean I wont be online, it leaves me without most of my reference material. This majorly sucks balls.

In other-ness, What am I doing for New Year's? Nothing's been booked so far due to A) Cash Lack and B) reliance on things that have now ceased to exist.

Righto Chaps. Here's a big-ass pile of belated presents.
Moar on their way.
If yours isn't here, it's because I love you more. Or some other diversionary drivel. Look! Pandas!

Winter In The Willows
Final two species!


Rat
Originally drawn as Ferret. Surprise!


Ferret
( MOAR! )

The phone has since turned up in IC bag - wasn't expecting it there as it is OC.

So reactivated today. :-D

Well, it's ten minutes to four in the morning and, as per usual, I can't get to sleep. This means one thing, and one thing only - it's time for some waffling gaming stuff. Hooray, and all that.

( Cut due to content, length, spoilers and Bowser. )

Okay, hmm, I think I'll try and sleep again, then poke this post further with a stick once I've got a few hours of rest under my belt.