Always like to start the week off with something thoughtful:
We need a little pandemic humour, don’t we?
It’s all in the phrasing. Isn’t it?
I’m sure that the question around our house is, “Why is he putting the good stuff into that green thing under the water place?”
One of the apartments I had when I lived in Montreal was on the ground floor and there was a squirrel that would come to the patio door and taunt poor Bundnie and Reesie. I’m sure that little bastard is in doggy heaven!
I was always flummoxed by the necessity of tell people that a cup of tea or coffee could be “hot”.
Okay I know this is just sick but… hey what’s your point?
A good reason to reconsider letting Perplexa, or whatever the App is called, do everything for you.
And to leave you on a slightly paranoid note:
The word for March 1st is: Paranoia /ˌpær.əˈnɔɪ.ə/: [noun] An extreme and unreasonable feeling that other people do not like you or are going to harm or criticize you. Define “unreasonable”!
So what better way to start a Monday morning but with a cup of coffee:
At our house before the humans get their caffeine there are more important matters to be seen to:
A quick side trip to Broadway for a selection from The Sound of Meowsick!
And as always a bit of the classic to enlighten and edify.
And a bit of literature to add to the cultural tone of this week’s post:
This one is for all my wordy and worldly friends out there:
And with that I’ll be heading off to my class with David on the ever popular Zoom.
The obscure word for February 16th is: Skewwifff /ˌskjuːˈwɪf/: [adjective] 1.1 Not straight : askew 1.2 Used figurative to suggest not going as planned From askew and weft. The expression ‘skew weft‘ dates at least from the 18th century as a term used by hand-loom weavers, typically in northern England. It was used originally to describe fabric which was out of alignment, and the term survives today in the manufacture of glass fiber cloth.
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 1st 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.
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.
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 4th 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.
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