Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
copying error
If you try to be somebody else you wind up being a second-rate imitation but if you be yourself you stand a chance of becoming the best version of yourself.
Capish? : )
Capish? : )
Been hot and when not, working outside
Almost time to smear on the thick photon war paint again, to don the armour
of boots and bug repellant spray. I have tangles of bush to tame before the
keep, miles to mulch before I sleep.
Yet more poetry by Donn Ingle : )
Yet more poetry by Donn Ingle : )
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Our favourite 3 movies of all time in order of greatnesss
1. Joe vs. the Volcano (1990)
2. Groundhog Day (1993)
3. Coneheads (1993)
2. Groundhog Day (1993)
3. Coneheads (1993)
My 20 best movies list (in chronological order by year)
- The Wizard of Oz (1939)
- The Party (1968)
- Planet of the Apes (1968)
- Star Wars: Episode IV: A New Hope (1977)
- Star Wars: Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
- E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1981)
- Time Bandits (1981)
- Blade Runner (1982)
- The Dark Crystal (1982)
- The Karate Kid (1984)
- The Neverending Story (1984)
- Romancing the Stone (1984 )
- Back to the Future (1985)
- Ladyhawke (1985)
- Beetlejuice (1988)
- Willow (1988)
- Joe vs. the Volcano (1990)
- Coneheads (1993)
- Groundhog Day (1993)
- Toy Story (1995)
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Now taste this!
The fragrant unknown from beyond
A few years ago the local fish 'n chips was a treat beyond
my ability to
describe. It would take a Lovecraft of food to give it the
verisimilitude of purple flavour it richly earned in its paper-wrapped
vinegar drenched delicitude. With a lemon segment to squeeze onto the
fresh Hake, so fresh it still filled the air with dreams of the sea, and
the chips beckoning. Ah, a man would lose his faculties near such a
creature, a siren. Reality itself distorted, time slowed.
describe. It would take a Lovecraft of food to give it the
verisimilitude of purple flavour it richly earned in its paper-wrapped
vinegar drenched delicitude. With a lemon segment to squeeze onto the
fresh Hake, so fresh it still filled the air with dreams of the sea, and
the chips beckoning. Ah, a man would lose his faculties near such a
creature, a siren. Reality itself distorted, time slowed.
<slap! SLAP!> Okay. Thanks. I feel better now. Phew, that was close.
Then a few years later, the place changed hands and the quality drained
away like a dream of far Kadith and the wakening into a hot, dry place
of flies and a single SPAR with empty shelves.
This piece of mouth-watering poetry was composed by Donn Ingle.
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