It was a dark and stormy knight
With whom I had to fight,
Me a damsel, whose chastity belt was on too tight.
His instrument was grand
When he held it in his hand
It wasn’t what I planned
As he sang to me all the bloody night.
When I awoke, t’was late of morn
And my Stormy knight had gorn
Red skies the sailors warn
And soon did come the rain
Which flattened all the grain
And washed my CB key right down the bloody drain.
Yawn, Yawn.
There’s a moral in this tale
Which howls in like a gale
Blows the skin until it’s pale
And it’s plain and obvious for all to see
Out of curiosity, I've done a quick count of the stuff I have posted on various sites. It's quite an indictment of how much time I must have given to playing with words, characters and situations.
Counting episodes as individual items, which are quite variable in length - bonkers, snafu and Gabysodes are longer than bike episodes - but they take me longer to write.
The grand total is 988 of which 848 appear on this site. Of those 11 are complete works or short stories and one is a poem, another is a drabble.
I obviously spend far too much time on the internet.
Could anyone in their right mind have imagined this lasting so long? Does anyone in their right mind actually read it? We all know the author is barmy - talks to cats and gets sensible replies! Goes into raptures over dormice and bicycles -need I say more?
Apart from uncertain weather, I've had a very nice if exhausting weekend. Met up with my ex twice and we kept things very civil - my daughter was astonished. In fact we had quite a laugh as my ex went up the ladder to repair a broken clothes line while I held it for her - she was in trousers, I was in a skirt and heels and the ladder was rather dirty.
I will be away next Saturday afternoon and evening to stay with my daughter for the night. Then on Sunday morning, I am going looking for dormice on a nature reserve in Darkest Wales. I'm hoping I might get a couple of usable photos. It will also give me a chance to test my new car - well new to me, a Renault Megane 1.9 dci (turbo diesel for the uninitiated). Consequently, I won't promise to post an episode of Bike on Saturday.
I'm possibly tempting providence, but I hope that thanks to a new modem/router and finally getting around to using a new computer I've had in the box for about three years, my internet problems are over (touch wood). It's Vista, so I might yet be swearing - but so far so good, as I learn my way round this different set up.
Apologies to those waiting for their daily top up, but I still have no broadband connection which I find very frustrating. Then to top it all, my little netbook went and lost all of the tonight's episode---god knows how, but I don't. I'm very tired so I'm not doing one tonight, Bonzi also sends his a-purr-logies.
I hope normal service will be resumed tomorrow, although that might be the last one before my holiday.
Submitted by Angharad on Sat, 2009/09/19 - 11:03am
I can't access the internet via my broadband connection and am waiting for the techies to contact me in the next day or so. My posting of stuff may thus be delayed as I'm using my dongle and netbook computer. This is slow and it loses the signal when it feels like it, losing me whatever I was doing.
I spent ages this morning trying to get Internet Exploder to download the sites I wanted to visit. For some reason it doesn't like Top Shelf. I was cross anyway, because I should have been doing a bike ride today and had to cry off because I wasn't very well. So after taking another long period to download an alternative - this being my netbook with dongle connection, which claims to work at 7.2Mbs, but is more like 5Kbs - I am now writing this with the good offices of Firefox, amazing what you can do with cheese. Thank you Mozzarella for your assistance.
The Manx Missile makes it two in a row at the Tour of Missouri, and his twenty third win of the season - including six stages of the TdF.
The downside is that I won't see him next week when I marshal on the Tour of Britain, because he's in the US. However, Bradley Wiggins is riding so that should be good. Remember he came fourth overall in the TdF and gave Lancie boy a bit of a fright.
I'm away for a week commencing 25th September. I'll be abroad - Menorca again, and I don't think my dongle will work there, so I won't be posting for a week.
I've done a new episode of Whatever Next, my Gaby fanfic, which I have to finish editing. I hope to get that to Maddy over the weekend but with her computer problems, I can't say when it'll be posted.
The media haven't finished milking this story, but this one from today's Guardian is more interesting than most. Perhaps things are beginning to change in Africa. I hope so.
Share the frustrations of carefully, or even occasionally, cleverly wording a comment to a blog or story, pressing submit only to see a fault notice come up and one's efforts disappear into the void?
Submitted by Angharad on Fri, 2009/08/21 - 12:41pm
One is from the financial pages which I don't normally read about some gender bending soap opera, which someone might know more about. I'm tempted to write to them advertising my own, here.
I wandered lonely in a crowd
That moved towards the checkout tills
When all at once, I had a thought
I hadn’t taken all my pills—
Pills for this and pills for these
I posted this story 'How different from us' last year, around April time. It appears to have disappeared, so I shall repost it tomorrow if I have time.
Psychoanalyst Adam Phillips examines the culture of excess which seems such a part of modern life. He looks at this in regard to all areas of life, including consumerism, sex, and religion.
Submitted by Angharad on Fri, 2009/07/17 - 12:23pm
Who in their right mind would have thought that I'd still be scribbling away at Cathy's trials and tribulations, two years after writing what was going to be a blog about getting soaked to the skin wh
Bastille Day, 14th July, is the anniversary of the French mob storming the hated fortress/prison in the centre of Paris in 1789, and is commonly regarded as one of the beginnings of the French Revolut
