I did not die in childbirth! Here's the proof.
But really I just needed to share two things of great hilarity. First, sloths on the tube.
Second, squirrels in the toilet. Or Weetabix. Or Creme Eggs. Beware!
Now going back underground. Or to put Scrooblet to sleep. Or something.
From explainthisimage.com, via Non-Working Monkey.
I don't actually want to explain the images though. I think I really prefer them without the captions. There's not enough unapologetic surrealism in the world.
Because this just looks soooo much easier than what I have to look forward to.
(Although, clearly even momma pandas get annoyed by their squalling babies. You'll note she tries to put it back at the end there.)
Also, I bet pandas don't get morning sickness. And if they get fat, who can tell? Who'd even care?
I do, that is. Miss people simply being nice to each other. It's not just a London thing, and it's not just a modern life thing (said the crone), but natheless I fondly hark back to times when I'm sure I didn't see quite so many scowls around me all the time, and I definitely didn't see people literally kicking or hitting out at each other over who got in whose way on the street/pavement, as I do, from time to unfortunately frequent time.
Anyway. I try to be just a little bit nice to everyone I encounter every day, as much as possible, on the principle that little things really do make a difference, and if I can make someone smile then maybe they can go on to make someone else smile and so on... well at any rate, it feels good, and it doesn't hurt.
So I love this. That's a manifesto I can sign up to.
2007 in first lines; or, the Mundane Meme.
January:
Anna Little Red Boat, investigative journalist extraordinaire, started quite the conversation while I was away.
February:
Alive, yes, Anything interesting to tell you, no.
March:
I have led such a protected, not to say wilfully deluded, life.
April:
Everybody knows Italy already — even if you've never been anywhere further than your neighbourhood pizzeria.
May:
But clearly a mismatch.
June:
The problem with lolcats is that, well, they're generally not so much lol.
July:
Two and a half weeks of visit later, matricide has been averted.
August:
Blah blahblah blahblah.
September:
Vivaldifan has just arrived from SA to start his new life here in Londonville.
October:
Holiday disasters (little ones):
Forgetting my work permit and changing my ticket.
November:
He did it again.
December:
Which of the following statements about my past week is/are untrue?
Conclusion:
Today I ate a cheese sandwich.
And should give you something at least as seasonal, and far more entertaining.
...but this had me giggling like Crazy. Crazy Overload. Forget Cute. Just Nuts.
(Our regular programming will recommence, um, sometime. Probably. Just need... sleep...)
For a complete, unabridged and 100% accurate retelling of Spidey 3 (much more entertaining than the actual movie), see here.
My only quibble is whether she really needed to paraphrase the line that forms the title of this post (and which is also now one of my favourite movie quotes, with wide applicability to real life situations, such as chocolate). Still. Her version is more elegant.
