Memes for a Monday

Let’s start of the week with a curmudgeonly, almost passive-aggressive meme aimed at modern technology and those damned kids today!

It gets lonely on a long voyage.

This is not humour or fiction as witness the banner above!

There is a place at the ovens of Hell for food bloggers who think of themselves as short story writers! (hmm this may be the pot calling the kettle Harvest Gold)

They told her she was a cut above all the rest.

Nothing musical today but this does have a slightly Wagnerian ring to it.

And because we got culture and we got couth, here’s a little quiz for all you aficionados of the elixir of the coffea pit.

And finally I throw out this challenge to one and all. Already legions have agreed to participate wholeheartedly.

The compound adjective for February 1^st is:
Passive-aggressive /ˈpasiv əˈɡresiv/
Of or denoting a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.
The first known use as the term was in 1945 by Colonel William Menninger in the context of men’s reaction to military compliance.

Memes for a Monday

Something musical to start the week off:

After my old friend Gary lay for two hours hooked up like this, he got up and went home so he could get some sleep.

Seems to me that Brother O’Leary had the makings of a Jesuit!

For my niece Stephanie???

Reminds me of the first computer I ever worked on!

And here’s a cooking hack to help you in the kitchen this week.

And let’s end on a classical note:

The word for January 18th is:
Smidgin /ˈsmijin/: [informal noun]
A small amount of something.
id 19th century: perhaps from Scots smitch in the same sense.
And then of course you have your old jot and tittle.

Memes for a Monday

I realized two things as I was preparing this post. First, this segment has had almost as many names as the late Countess of Alba*. I have decided that Memes for a Monday is here to stay. Then second, I couldn’t remember what I had and hadn’t posted from the file named: Memes for Posting. I don’t think any of these are duplicates but if they are they may well be worth a second laugh.

As always I do like to start on a literary note:

I was the baby of the family but I certainly wasn’t spoiled. More like justifiably – in my humble opinion – coddled and cosseted.

Just asking for a friend who may have been over zealous in the paper products section of Sobey’s a few months ago.

Recently we started to watch Rocky Horror at a Halloween party; none of us could get over, unlike ourselves, how old-fashioned and dated it has become.

As always something for musicians, and in particularly my dear friend Glen.

Oh puerility thy name is Willym!

This one is directed at politicians in certain Provinces across our fair land:

And I always like to end on a philosophical note to begin the week:

*María del Rosario Cayetana Paloma Alfonsa Victoria Eugenia Fernanda Teresa Francisca de Paula Lourdes Antonia Josefa Fausta Rita Castor Dorotea Santa Esperanza Fitz-James Stuart, Silva, Falcó y Gurtubay.

The word for January 4^th is:
Puerile /ˈpyo͝orəl,ˈpyo͝orˌīl/: [adjective]
Childishly silly and trivial.
Late 16th century (in the sense ‘like a boy’): from French puéril or Latin puerilis, from puer ‘boy’.
An adjective that has been on occasion applied to my sense of humour.

Memes for a Monday

Yes I know it isn’t the alternate Monday but I got this bag of goodies with best before date of December 25 so it’s now or wait until next year. To be frank with you, yah yah I know “don’t call me Frank!”, if I put them away now I probably won’t find them next year until its too late. So bear with me.

The panic buying would almost have you believe there was a pandemic going on!!

For some reason that lovely carol (only kidding!) The Little Drummer Boy is getting it this year. Unfortunately it’s also getting lots of replays – but not in our house!

It’s never been the same for me since Grace Jones sang it on PeeWee’s Christmas Special.

It could be worse – it could be David Bowie singing it with Bing Crosby. Do you believe, as I do, that Bing had no idea who the hell he was singing with?

And this late arrival from my old (as in high school years) friend Ginny:

It was always difficult trying to sell those Lords of Misrule a new number for their tired old act!

Continuing on with the myths of Christmas, another lovely legend is debunked.

Or if there is and it’s a Hilton there will be an exorbitant charge.

Once seen it cannot be unseen.

The Flintstones were about as historically accurate as the PBS series on the Tudors.

And one more hit and then like the kid with the drum, I’m outta here!

The word for December 21^st is:
Drum /drəm/: [^1. noun ². verb]
^1.1 A percussion instrument sounded by being struck with sticks or the hands, typically cylindrical, barrel-shaped, or bowl-shaped, with a taut membrane over one or both ends.
^1.2 A cylindrical container or receptacle.
^1.3 Archaic: an evening or afternoon tea party of a kind that was popular in the late 18th and early 19th century.
^2.1 To play a drum of drums.
^2.2 To beat (the fingers, feet, etc.) repeatedly on a surface, especially as a sign of impatience or annoyance.
Middle English: from Middle Dutch or Low German tromme, of imitative origin.
And not once does it indicate the sound they are imitating is “rum pum pum”.

Memes for a Monday

So here’s some Christmasy stuff – yes I know it’s still only Adventtide and we should be turning to meditation and preparation but again my blog my rules!

So let’s get the COVID related things out of the way first:

I’m not exactly adverse to the next bit of lockdown initiative:

Sometimes it not so much a “generation gap” as a chasm!

I just wish Santa would get me a copy editor and if he should happen to be young, blond and well-built I wouldn’t argue with that either!

And as usual a bit of musical humour:

Would that my iPhone knew the story of Hanukkah – last time I was at ER it was at 20% one minute and in the red and dying when I went to call Laurent 10 minutes later. Need the Miracle of the Batteries here folks!

And the usual a religious post, keeping in mind the “reason for the season”.

If only that ‘s all that Nora would eat!

The word for December 14^th is:
Exchange /iksˈCHānj/: [^1. noun ^2. verb]
^1.1 An act of giving one thing and receiving another (especially of the same type or value) in return.
^1.2 A visit or visits in which two people or groups from different countries stay with each other or do each other’s jobs.
^1.3 A short conversation; an argument.
^2. To give something and receive something of the same kind in return.Late Middle English: from Old French eschange (noun), eschangier (verb), based on changer (see change). The spelling was influenced by Latin ex- ‘out, utterly’.
Oh so the idea behind a cookie exchange is that you give me cookies and I give you cookies. Why don’t we just keep our own cookies?