As some of you know, one of the main purposes of this bblogg is to make our beloved cactus Sven famous!
Well, it seems we are getting there! Do visit FrogBlogDogLog!!! - and read the comments to the May 22 post! A star is born?
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It's weekend, almost. Time for fresh flowers in the vase, and for music and for fun. Free time for coffee at nice places. Coffee, coffee coffee - it doesn't contain vitamin B, but then again, what do we know about coffee?
Time for the computer to go to sleep. See you!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Bite size
What will happen to our love when our life on this boisterous planet expires? Will it vanish, ether to ether? Or perhaps it will linger here forever, making the sky this bit brighter, the grass this bit greener, and the life of a tiny ladybug this bit jollier?
Oh, the banality, you say? Not if you believe it!
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Misfortune doesn't make any sense whatsoever. It's just so evil in its randomness. Slapstick!, the master of Slapstick would say, who left this planet about 13 ½ months ago.
-You all looked like ants to me down there, or like germs under a microscope.
-That's what we felt like, too.
-If I had known you then, I would have tried to rescue you.
-That would have been like trying to rescue a germ from a million other germs, Wilbur.
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Look at this hair! It is actually only one hair, full of split ends. The ultimate overcomb!
A full head of healthy hair can be a source of great pride for the owner (that's the person growing the hair or their spouse, depending on the local legislation). Daily overdoses of vitamin B are highly recommended! Beer is a good source of vitamin B. Does this mean that if you drink a lot of beer you will get a big hairy beer belly?
Oh, the banality, you say? Not if you believe it!
--
Misfortune doesn't make any sense whatsoever. It's just so evil in its randomness. Slapstick!, the master of Slapstick would say, who left this planet about 13 ½ months ago.
-You all looked like ants to me down there, or like germs under a microscope.
-That's what we felt like, too.
-If I had known you then, I would have tried to rescue you.
-That would have been like trying to rescue a germ from a million other germs, Wilbur.
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Look at this hair! It is actually only one hair, full of split ends. The ultimate overcomb!
A full head of healthy hair can be a source of great pride for the owner (that's the person growing the hair or their spouse, depending on the local legislation). Daily overdoses of vitamin B are highly recommended! Beer is a good source of vitamin B. Does this mean that if you drink a lot of beer you will get a big hairy beer belly?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Whatever happened to Harris
He is no better for her than heroin or crack. She is nothing more to him than thin air, or a tennis ball bouncing at his feet (wouldn't you idly kick it?). A story of poisonous passion like the French tend to make – only this one is not French and it takes place in Israel. And it's painful!
She says: “My whole life is falling apart and you are just bored.”
He observes dryly: “You are hungry and I am full.”
Jerusalem as a love battlefield – that's something new! The title of the movie is Love Life (and you should stop watching it 5 minutes before the end, because then a rather unfrench conclusiveness takes over).
Another movie we watched recently is Princessas, from Spain. Where a Madrilenian prostitute of middle-class upbringing has trouble balancing herself on this fast spinning planet – quite literally.
Both movies feature powerful mother figures. In American movies, by contrast, the Absent Father tends to be an even stronger presence than the present mother - and by that we mean the kind of workoholic maniac that fails, for the umpteenth time, to cheer his junior during his weekend swimming contest. Interesting! The cornerstones of the American Psyche: the Absent Father and the prom night! Explains a lot about how politics is conducted – on TV at least.
Some fathers you are better off without, of course. In any case, this is a great thing about being an adult: good parents will always be there for you; parents' badness, on the other hand, becomes irrelevant – or at least you can easily pretend it does! (Unless you are still locked up in a basement.)
A lot of things become irrelevant as you grow old. There are no mistakes, as another, American movie famously puts it: Evening, with an enviable cast – and quite some mothers in there too!
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Amazing! Our previous post received at least four visits by people who had been googling “undetectable poisons” and “hard to trace poisons”. Now they stand warned! So we've actually assisted them with their evil plans?
“Spaghetti in a coffee pot” is admittedly funnier!
She says: “My whole life is falling apart and you are just bored.”
He observes dryly: “You are hungry and I am full.”
Jerusalem as a love battlefield – that's something new! The title of the movie is Love Life (and you should stop watching it 5 minutes before the end, because then a rather unfrench conclusiveness takes over).
Another movie we watched recently is Princessas, from Spain. Where a Madrilenian prostitute of middle-class upbringing has trouble balancing herself on this fast spinning planet – quite literally.
Both movies feature powerful mother figures. In American movies, by contrast, the Absent Father tends to be an even stronger presence than the present mother - and by that we mean the kind of workoholic maniac that fails, for the umpteenth time, to cheer his junior during his weekend swimming contest. Interesting! The cornerstones of the American Psyche: the Absent Father and the prom night! Explains a lot about how politics is conducted – on TV at least.
Some fathers you are better off without, of course. In any case, this is a great thing about being an adult: good parents will always be there for you; parents' badness, on the other hand, becomes irrelevant – or at least you can easily pretend it does! (Unless you are still locked up in a basement.)
A lot of things become irrelevant as you grow old. There are no mistakes, as another, American movie famously puts it: Evening, with an enviable cast – and quite some mothers in there too!
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Amazing! Our previous post received at least four visits by people who had been googling “undetectable poisons” and “hard to trace poisons”. Now they stand warned! So we've actually assisted them with their evil plans?
“Spaghetti in a coffee pot” is admittedly funnier!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Hard science
Apparently our spying activities have been very inspiring! In revealing them online, though, we are running the risk of blowing our cover! Our computer remembers everything we do and announces himself at every place we visit; the dastardly bastard would rat on us without a second thought or the faintest trace of remorse.
If you ever engage in illegal or otherwise objectionable activities, do not let your computer know. Look what happened to poor Melanie McGuire of Brick, New Jersey.
MacGuire was convicted last year of murdering her husband William by shooting him with a gun obtained in Pennsylvania. The following search terms had been entered into Google and MSN search engines “on a computer belonging to her family” (we could be quoting Harper's magazine here, May 2008 issue, p.30, or maybe we followed the trial – it doesn't matter, does it?):
instant poisons
undetectable poisons
instant undetectable poisons
pesticide as a poison
insulin as a poison
insulin overdoses
toxic insulin levels
fatal insulin doses
euthanasia
tranquilizers
barbiturates
state gun laws
purchase guns
how to purchase guns illegally
how to purchase guns illegally in nj
how to purchase hunting rifles in nj
where to purchase guns without a permit
how to purchase guns in pennsylvania
how to commit murder
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Luckily The Atlantic's articles are available freely online. But maybe they are less fun. In any case, in the spirit of espionage and international dealings, if you would like to read long articles regarding how to and more importantly how not to, say, smuggle enriched uranium out of Russia, that's the place to go. But not on your own computer, obviously!
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Could you help us resolve a little dispute?
Today Roufa declared, for some reason: If science was like sex, we would have solved everything two thousand years ago. Which Mimi countered with: If science was like sex, we would be living in caves to this day! What do you think?
You don't have to cast your votes yet! Let's all ponder this over the weekend! Have fun!
If you ever engage in illegal or otherwise objectionable activities, do not let your computer know. Look what happened to poor Melanie McGuire of Brick, New Jersey.
MacGuire was convicted last year of murdering her husband William by shooting him with a gun obtained in Pennsylvania. The following search terms had been entered into Google and MSN search engines “on a computer belonging to her family” (we could be quoting Harper's magazine here, May 2008 issue, p.30, or maybe we followed the trial – it doesn't matter, does it?):
instant poisons
undetectable poisons
instant undetectable poisons
pesticide as a poison
insulin as a poison
insulin overdoses
toxic insulin levels
fatal insulin doses
euthanasia
tranquilizers
barbiturates
state gun laws
purchase guns
how to purchase guns illegally
how to purchase guns illegally in nj
how to purchase hunting rifles in nj
where to purchase guns without a permit
how to purchase guns in pennsylvania
how to commit murder
--
Luckily The Atlantic's articles are available freely online. But maybe they are less fun. In any case, in the spirit of espionage and international dealings, if you would like to read long articles regarding how to and more importantly how not to, say, smuggle enriched uranium out of Russia, that's the place to go. But not on your own computer, obviously!
--
Could you help us resolve a little dispute?
Today Roufa declared, for some reason: If science was like sex, we would have solved everything two thousand years ago. Which Mimi countered with: If science was like sex, we would be living in caves to this day! What do you think?
You don't have to cast your votes yet! Let's all ponder this over the weekend! Have fun!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Espionage, shaken and stirred
Our vacation was lovely, Dear Friends! Life can be kind -- almost as kind as you and your sweet messages! The sun was bright and the air was warm. The waffles were delicious, vanilla ice-cream on the side. Scottie was crazy, as usual. All she cared for was her tennis ball. She uses it to communicate. Play with tennis ball = Love. Scottie is a black Labrador that belongs to relatives. She bounces her ball like a basketball player, and balances it on the tip of her muzzle like a seal! And she is very patient, just like Frog. She'd lay there waiting outside the bathroom for Mimi to finish showering (and hair styling and the works) and come out and play with her. And her ball.
What else did we do? We watched U2 live in Latin America in 3D – four cities in one afternoon. We put on our magic glasses and were just beamed there, rendered invisible intruders on the stage! We took off the glasses and found ourselves back inside an empty theater. We walked out into the afternoon heat. We had coffee.
The next day we visited a science museum together with [other] kids. Mimi lay on a bed of nails; Roufa powered a TV by pedaling. And then we played in the spy section, where we saw real mikes hidden in fake olives, antennas in toothpicks. We crawled our way through booby-trapped corridors, trying not to intersect the laser beams.
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And then something funny happened. Roufa was studying the Enigma code and Mimi was fiddling with some wires. Roufa had just deciphered an eight-lettered word – Istanbul! -- when Mimi urged him to come and listen, for she had intercepted a telephone conversation! Well, she assumed it was a recorded conversation waiting for kids to discover it. Interestingly enough, it was being conducted in Terrible English – the official language of international dealings. It sounded so real! But, curiously, not very spy-related. What we could hear was a no-nonsense manager, representing a major European electricity supplier, and some counterpart from a small country, discussing the possibility to install a nuclear plant in that country. For peaceful purposes. Big deal!
It turns out though that we've spied for real! This was a real conversation, believe it or not – and what a scoop! You see we did a little further research and discovered that in that little lignite-devouring country nuclear energy is fiercely opposed and nobody seems to be remotely aware of any plans to introduce it! So: was the manager being misled, or are the little country's citizens being fooled to believe that Russian natural gas is the future?
Where are the real journalists when you need them? Recycling each other's garbage.
Dear journalists, here's the deal: The beautiful little country is Greece, home of the beautiful little Greeks. Now, if you want us to name more names, you will have to pay: Full immunity in writing and an all-inclusive three-week holiday in Santorini for two adults and a dog should do! No, wait, make that a house downtown Fira with a volcano view plus a generous budget so that we can decorate it ourselves. We have a very exquisite taste.
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As far as we know, we will not be traveling for a while. Not before August. Finally, we can start looking for a French Bulldog! Preferably black with white spots! Like this cuty here! Oh, we've waited too long.
What else did we do? We watched U2 live in Latin America in 3D – four cities in one afternoon. We put on our magic glasses and were just beamed there, rendered invisible intruders on the stage! We took off the glasses and found ourselves back inside an empty theater. We walked out into the afternoon heat. We had coffee.
The next day we visited a science museum together with [other] kids. Mimi lay on a bed of nails; Roufa powered a TV by pedaling. And then we played in the spy section, where we saw real mikes hidden in fake olives, antennas in toothpicks. We crawled our way through booby-trapped corridors, trying not to intersect the laser beams.
--
And then something funny happened. Roufa was studying the Enigma code and Mimi was fiddling with some wires. Roufa had just deciphered an eight-lettered word – Istanbul! -- when Mimi urged him to come and listen, for she had intercepted a telephone conversation! Well, she assumed it was a recorded conversation waiting for kids to discover it. Interestingly enough, it was being conducted in Terrible English – the official language of international dealings. It sounded so real! But, curiously, not very spy-related. What we could hear was a no-nonsense manager, representing a major European electricity supplier, and some counterpart from a small country, discussing the possibility to install a nuclear plant in that country. For peaceful purposes. Big deal!
It turns out though that we've spied for real! This was a real conversation, believe it or not – and what a scoop! You see we did a little further research and discovered that in that little lignite-devouring country nuclear energy is fiercely opposed and nobody seems to be remotely aware of any plans to introduce it! So: was the manager being misled, or are the little country's citizens being fooled to believe that Russian natural gas is the future?
Where are the real journalists when you need them? Recycling each other's garbage.
Dear journalists, here's the deal: The beautiful little country is Greece, home of the beautiful little Greeks. Now, if you want us to name more names, you will have to pay: Full immunity in writing and an all-inclusive three-week holiday in Santorini for two adults and a dog should do! No, wait, make that a house downtown Fira with a volcano view plus a generous budget so that we can decorate it ourselves. We have a very exquisite taste.
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As far as we know, we will not be traveling for a while. Not before August. Finally, we can start looking for a French Bulldog! Preferably black with white spots! Like this cuty here! Oh, we've waited too long.
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