Dada?

I shouldn't laugh at this.

I really shouldn't.

Reality or not?

Why do humans in fiction seem to have much more chutzpah/cahones/balls/bravery? Why are they more pure? Why do they have all the qualities we wished we had in our daily lives?

Is this a rhetorical question?

Damn your Ears

I've just been listening to a Flaming Lips cover version of What a Wonderful World and remembered a silly thought from when I was a child.

I used to think that the line The bright blessed day/The dark sacred night was The cats say good day/The dogs say goodnight.

Oh dear, indeed.

Tweed jacket and leather elbow patches

I must be mad. They're sending out an application form and I'm going to do it. Expect fewer stories of carnage and more of head shrinkage.

So, tell me about your mother.

COLONIA CAMVLODVNENSIVM

At the weekend I did end up going to Colchester, despite inviting myself and it being on a Friday rather than a Saturday. As I'm in full training for another driving test, the conversation on the way down involved mostly talking about driving and roads - especially the scary Girton Interchange.

The party itself was fun. It was good to see some of the people I'd met before the last time I was invited down there, and also good to drink vast quantities of wine. Of course this led to a Saturday where I didn't rise until three in the afternoon - only because a friend's text message vibrated my trousers until I couldn't ignore it any longer. Due to fragility we didn't leave Colchester until seven pm and the rest of the weekend was a complete writeoff.

Plans to go to the pub on Sunday were curtailed somewhat due to a certain excessiveness. I'm just glad that was the only reason for Panda's flushed face and odd behaviour.

By the Power of Greyskull

I always knew He-Man was gay.

It never stopped me fancying The Sorceress. In fact I think she was one of my first crushes.

Cantab Redux

Some photos from the Cambridge MonkeyFilter meetup.

It wasn't as strange as I would have though and we did get some nice insights into Corpus Christi college. I've been here three and a half years and I'd never been in there before. For shame.

You talkin' to me?

While it might have sounded a fun idea after a few pints, brumming to Colchester and back is a terrifying thought.

Not least because the co-pilot would most likely end up killing me.

Monkey's gone to Heaven

Supposedly this is supposed to change clothes with the weather to tell you what you should wear. I'm currently wearing a t-shirt and jeans so maybe it is right.

Milady's Fortress

Since Milady was so kind to describe me as a white Harry Bellafonte it's only fair to point folks towards her finely eccentric blog.

Go read and comment. But look out - she bites.

Monkey meetings

So if I'm going to go along to the Monkeyfilter meetup in Cambridge on Saturday, does that make me an out-and-out nerd?

No comments from the peanut gallery, thank you. You know who you are.

Spider Review #2

AI: A perfect blend of bull and shit.

Saucy goodness

Biologist for hire, Richard Dawkins has weighed in on the whole Intelligent Design kerfuffle.

I for one salute our new Pastafarian overlords.