Since I cannot comment on other WordPress blogs at the moment, I shall do a post of all the comments I would have put on their posts were I not a compulsive and well known spammer. I must be, Akismet hath told me so!
Samaha has done a much better job of castigating the dreaded Mufti of Australia than I ever could!
Litlove has done an excellent piece on the rescue fantasy as a part of literature, comparing it with the lack of real-life rescues. I must admit, my first reaction was to remember the Monty Python peasant, Help! Help! I’m being repressed!” Even in humour there is a rescue theme. Except for Bluebottle in the Goon Show – he always got “deaded” but at least had the last word – “You rotten swine!”
Reed is busy finding out how much the Taxman owes her and I can’t help feeling it is most uncivilised to have to do tax at this time of the year. Here in Australia the dreaded day is 30th June. I’ll just procrastinate until then
Loricat has asked just what are the criteria for buying a $20 book as opposed to a second hand book. If I want something to read and pass the time, I’ll buy a second-hand book. If I want something newly published because I have either read good stuff about it or because it is yet another sequel, I will buy it new. If it is a classic, or old poetry or something by a deceased author who is no longer published, again I’m off to the second-hand store (or Ebay) – cos there ain’t no choice!
Healing Magic Hands has an anti-Shrub rant and I find I agree with everything she says. Again. About the spam, I am not so sure. After all, I am an inveterate spammer. Akismet tells me so!
Bloglily has a post about not saying anything unless you have something nice to say. So I will say something nice. Bloglily.
The reclusive Afterverse continues to evocatate with his poetry. Like all artists, whether with pen or brush, he sometimes doesn’t quite do it for me. But I’ll always read him because of the good stuff because when it is good, it is very very good. Like this one.
your ruby lips no longer hide your jaded smile
you’ve given up on everything
…that constituted style
Helen at A is Alarmed has done a listing of words which describe the 70’s yet missed “Tie-dyed” and “Moire Patterns”. Perhaps my ’70’s were a little more psychedelic than hers
Mist 1 has revealed why she has a cat in prevference to a dog. Anything more that I add will only get me into trouble! However, I agree with her on the fact that no house deserves more than one bitch.
The Satirical Muslim has an new article “Bush Prepped for New Year; Bin Laden is a Has Bin“. I’m still chucking. I know its offensive, but – – –
Curmudgeonly yours has found a face recognition site which has some interesting possibilities. As he says, it seems to be broken but I may give it a go when I have a spare day.
Salil has a wonderful piece on Warnies 700th wicket Envy envy envy cos I couldn’t get to Melbourne, or to Sydney.
The Food Pornographer continues to make my mouth water. Even when she posts pictures of food I know I do not like, my mouth waters!
raincoaster, the great Squid-faced wet one, has used an image I have had on my hard drive through six changes of computer. Accompanying it is a rant on one of those necessary things in life and how electrical failure can bring on huge embarrassments.
Nils has been to the theatre. His description is one which brings back an urge to do some theatre work again. Or at least go to a show. Not necessarily a full professional production. I have always felt more at home with the amateurs.
Metro has written, championing “Spocko” for his anti-radio shock jock-nazi stand. More power to him. Maybe I should begin listening to Australia’s shock-jocks!
Rhea, at the Boomer Chronicles has a bad hair day. Such a feminine thing – colouring hair – Us ex-hair people find this self-indulgent talk a little off-putting!
azahar has found some fortune cookies – the comments are wonderful. I’ll check mine out in a day or two, when I steal it for my own blog
Aphra Benn has a bit of a rant about theme parks. I quite agree. I would rather experience real life than a pre-packaged time waster. Time is precious. Spend it living your own life. She has also posted a wonderful “reflection” image.
Finally, Alabaster Crippens has a typical post modern word wander which nevertheless evokes a certain ethos. As he says of himself “bloody pretentious arse is me”!
Well, that’s a mornings scribbles. It would be much easier if I was not a congenital spammer!