Archive for June, 2004
No, not the tv series (does anyone else think that if we had a Prime Minister/President who looked like David Palmer we wouldn’t give a monkeys what his policies were? Shallow? Moi?). But I digress. I got hit by a 24 hour stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details but now I’m back up and running, singing along to Mireille Mathieu (apparently Apollo XV played one of Mireille’s songs on the moon in 1975) (I’m just about to email the site admin to let them know that Angleterre does NOT mean Great Britain) and the poor dogs are on hunger strike until I stop:
Picking your collective brains
Does anyone know of any online tool that enables you to plan your itinerary on a map, approved so that I could report in periodically and display our whereabouts? I have in mind a map of the States, dosage with a line or a series of little markers showing our route. Does such a thing exist?
Update:anan has found a great site, MyTripJournal.com. Makes me want to pack a bag already.
If I could wave a magic wand and send you anywhere in the world this afternoon for a 5 day trip, where would that be?
Oh dear. I’ve been playing at the Interactive Multi-Lingual Demo. Type in any phrase in the available languages (French, German, Latin American Spanish, US English and UK English) and hear it spoken by a native speaker. Oh and you can save them as .wav files.
Question marks and exclamation marks are not taken into account so “Anyone for tennis?” is spoken in the same monotone as a French expletive (no, I’m not writing them here), go find your own, but it’s a wonderful tool. In fact, I’m hatching a cunning plan as we speak…
Since limerick writing is proving impossible while battling with a deadline, I thought I’d jot down a few bookmarks I keep especially for when the grandchildren are here.
Boohbah. No explanation
How about a plain ol’ simple on/off switch?
You are my flower – songs by Elizabeth Mitchell and Daniel Littleton of the band Ida. I love this music ~ “You are my sunshine” cheers me up better than a bowl of ice cream.
Contraception via the internet? Ugly babies (they aren’t really ugly, it’s just an excuse for a website).
There’s plenty of information out there for mothers to be, but what about the daddies? Try dadcafé. And maybe both parents should take a peek at the INCH (Institute for Naming Children Humanely) site [via Miles Mendoza].
There once was a girl from Nantucket….
No, we won’t quite go there. Your task is to choose a blog or two you read regularly and write a limerick to describe each. Will the blog owners be able to identify themselves before someone else does?
If anyone wants me, I’ll be away scribbling limericks.
You know you have those days when you just can’t get rid of a particular song from your head? What did I do to deserve this? All day, all bloody day, I’ve been humming, singing and whistling
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Folks in a town that was quite remote, heard
Lusty and clear from the goatherd’s throat heard
Meanwhile, the dogs were last seen making a fast getaway and are now thought to be somewhere south of Canterbury.
p.s. And I’ve had the cheek to put this in the Music category. Heh.
p.p.s. Ever wondered what names for dogs are popular in Canada, France and Belgium? Wonder no more. I can almost go with Bikini, but Tentation? That worries me.
From the Archer’s newsletter, 26 June 2004:
Last Week’s Vote
Is Ed putting himself danger with his meat investigations?
82 per cent said Yes
18 per cent said No
Why Archerballs? Private Eye magazine has for many years had a popular section called Colemanballs, a collection of funny and/or wierd statements made by presenters, usually on live broadcast tv/radio. They’re named after the daddy of them all, David Coleman, an English sports presenter. Yes I know, bit tenuous that.
But while we’re on the subject of newsletters, here’s a joke from the BBC Wales Learn Welsh newsletter:
Q: What do you call a Welsh woman who’s hard of hearing?
Last post of the day. Honest.
Now then, the rest of this is a Late Night Daisy post, not suitable for those aged 12 years and under. Not Work Safe items are marked as such.
Betty, that means YOU, honey ;-0)