For anyone who is interested in mysteries- As anyone is who still has a drop of Airedale blood in them, that noble species we are all descended from, from detectives, to dancers, to clog hoppers, to singers (hey, Airedale is in Ireland. They have some great tenors there.) or who digs up gardens, to bury … Continue reading Quahog On A Tightrope: Here’s To The Crimewriters
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And Miss Phryne Fisher Lived Here: Nuts, Bolts, Sex, And Moolah
Sorry, but I just couldn't pass this one up: apparently, Melbourne, that's in Australian, is right in the middle of their yearly so-called sex-po, a trade fair for the erotic trades, this year featuring: get ready, this is really good- ta da- pole-dancing robots. yes, you heard me right- pole dancing robots. And the gigabit … Continue reading And Miss Phryne Fisher Lived Here: Nuts, Bolts, Sex, And Moolah
Why Make A Movie With Cumberbatch If He’s Not Allowed To Act?
(Spoiler alert: if you go to this movie, your evening will be spoilt) Last Tuesday night we went to the movies: Dr Strange, starring two, in my opinion, absolutely brilliant actors, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Tilda Swinton. You could have done swan lake with plastic swans on sticks for all the acting they were allowed to … Continue reading Why Make A Movie With Cumberbatch If He’s Not Allowed To Act?
What Happens When An Octobot Meets A Flying Pizza Delivery Drone?
"I read the news today, oh boy..." Geek news. All about: an Octobot- one of those slimy wiggly eight-armed bots which are "completely autonomous." Completely autonomous? As in you come home one night and discover that instead of cleaning the house and fixing dinner, it has changed the locks, and is now sitting in your … Continue reading What Happens When An Octobot Meets A Flying Pizza Delivery Drone?
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Not
It's Monday morning here in Gutenberg Land. Time to report all the newest on the weekend Gutenberg scene. Not. Sorry. I find that formulation so bizarre, I sometimes play with it. Like to describe what I did with my long awaited long-weekend vacation. As in: Nope, Nobody dead, Like in tv movies. And nobody dead … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Not
And Shakespeare Lived Here: Hatch’em, Match’em, Dispatch’em, And Catch’em.
One of the things I love most about the city of London, And I REALLY DO love London- well, maybe not as much as my 'adopted Londoner' Welsh friend who has an about one by two foot copy of Big Ben, made out of old wrist watch parts, on the wall next to his bed. … Continue reading And Shakespeare Lived Here: Hatch’em, Match’em, Dispatch’em, And Catch’em.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday, Sun Day, Son Day-An Eco Of Gutenberg Land
Yesterday was thirty-three degrees hot here in Gutenberg Land. Meaning the entire populace was underway- eating ice-cream while dangling feet in the town fountain, looking for a store to browse in that just happen to have air-conditioning. And today being Sunday, And the churches here definitely NOT air-conditined- although the older models- like the oldest … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday, Sun Day, Son Day-An Eco Of Gutenberg Land
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Yo Ho Ho, It Wasn’t From Me
Yesterday I got a notification that a blogpost I didn't write had been sent out in full force, and was now being followed by two new bloggers. Which is a cute trick, since, as I just said, I DIDN'T WRITE IT. Yo ho ho. I had been pirated. At WordPress. And the worst of it … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Yo Ho Ho, It Wasn’t From Me
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells
Wednesday, a week ago, I was in a car crash. Car chop suey. Broken ribs. No singing for 6-8 weeks. My only real condolances: I was alone in our car. And thank God no one in the other car was more than shaken up. So why am I writing about this? Because I did what … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Help, I Just Got Served By The Mardi Gras Mafia
It's Monday morning here in Gutenberg land. The first real working day after all the holidays, at least for those not in sales, or emergency, ie fire department, police, or hospital, duty. And one of our first communications with the outside world this morning, at least paper communication, was a reminder in our mailbox to … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Help, I Just Got Served By The Mardi Gras Mafia
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