Sure.

But what is the POINT of such competitions? They're not out chasing down game for the clan to eat or die without. In my opinion, there are a few reasons for sports like this. Pleasure, fun, excitement, competition. Also sportsmanship. Also discipline. Also adversity, especially how to overcome adversity. And meltdowns are not the way to handle adversity or failure. Such reactions and the consequences, both appropriate and inappropriate (even absent) consequences can be instructive. And I believe the kids are always learning, even if the lesson needs to be repeated.

It sounds like the little girl on the basketball court was given the chance to learn that such a move was ok, but needs to be toned down in order to stay on the court. She'll refine her technique, but not abandon it, sadly.

Helpful dog! Aren't nursing bras supposed to be open in the front? Now, presto!!


come to think of it... are you sure it wasn't Kitsune?

I had two choices for hair colour. I asked Mum's opinion.
Because of a showdown I have not documented here, which really broke me up but was in fact warranted.

Asking her about my hair was really brown-holing and unnecessary though. I'm about to clean the bathroom floor - that and the ironing I've done would have been enough for this afternoon.

So of course she said she liked the darker colour I had in, black/ plum sort.
I did it.
I don't like.
It drains my face. I look about 50 - which is fine if you're 50. I'm not.
AND it will take far longer to pass. Mum said (callously!) "Well you'll have it another colour next week!" No, I won't; I can't.

I'm not blaming her. I mean I bought the colour when it was on sale. I just wish I hadn't asked, then I could have chosen the bright red without snubbing her.

Sigh - live and learn.
And things are so much better here now that I am making a real contribution to the house. Like I used to, before I became obsessed with my own health worries (aka lazy.)

May goth-up for our trip to London tomorrow.
Not in defiance, just as a way of making it look better.

Sitting on Walt Whitman bridge. Haven't moved in ten minutes

Do you at least have a nice view?

I think this will do the opposite of 'help' but here you go. Ladies and Gentlemen: Walt Whitman!

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”

Also not helping, here you go. Ladies and Gentlemen: Walt Whitman's Neice!

Last night or the night before that,
I won´t say which night
A seaman friend of mine,
I´ll not say which seaman,
Walked up to a big old building,
I won´t say which building,
And would not have walked up the stairs,
not to say which stairs,
If there had not been two girls,
leaving out the names of those two girls.

I recall a door, a big long room,
I´ll not tell which room,
I remember a big blue rug,
but I can´t say which rug,
A girl took down a book of poems,
not to say which book of poems
And as she read I laid my head,
and I can´t tell which head,
Down in her lap, and I can mention which lap

My seaman buddy and girl moved off
after a couple of pages and there I was,
All night long, laying and listening
and forgetting the poems.
And as well as I could recall,
or my seaman could recollect,
My girl had told us that she was a niece
of Walt Whitman, but not which niece,
And it takes a night and a girl
and a book of this kind
A long long time to find its way back

Lovely, thank you.

Love that song. I'm going to have to play that album tonight.

Should have taken the Robert Frost causeway. I hear it's less travelled.

;)

Nice.

Well played

Or Pete Rose Way in Cincinnati, which was renamed...

I sliced my finger dumpster diving in the equipment recycling bin in the loading dock of our building. I always peer into the bin to see what they are throwing away. Usually it's just some torn apart PC cases, but today there was some sort of beautiful shiny gear in there. I had to have it. And the damn thing sliced my finger without me even realizing it. I just started noticing little spots of blood on the things I was touching.

It's kinda cool though. It's going on my bookcase in my office. It's fairly massive. Feels like it weighs 15 pounds.

But my finger got sliced, so I'm mildly irritated.
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That's worth a turbo paper cut for sure.
What are the dimensions? You could turn a handle on the lathe and make a steampunk mace.