Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Word Verificicationalism

This is the most hard to read word verification that I have ever seen.

Repeat after me - "Mwrhwmur".

It does rather look like it could be a Welsh village name. Or perhaps an alternative child's name ie. 'Mwrhwmur King'. Perhaps not. Does anyone have any memorable experiences with other verificational jumbled word clusters?

Sunday, March 19, 2006

You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.
You'll never walk alone.

Liverpool may not win the league this year. But England still have a chance at grabbing the World Cup. Come on EN-GUR-LANNND!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

He's not ready for that yet

It went something like this.

"Candra, sweetheart - I think it's good enough that he's just eaten a bowl of porridge. I think he's had enough now. He's never had banana slices before. You might want to mash that up before you....NOOOO!"

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Walk the line

I watched this movie last night. Anyone else seen this? What are your thoughts?

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Sea Fever

I must admit that I do rather miss the sea. There's nothing like it in the world. I grew up walking on the beaches of Pembrokeshire, and at times, I feel a little like a hobbit away from the Shire (of Pembroke). I don't mean to put Kansas City into the same category as Mordor, or anything, but you know what I mean. Some things are very hard to live without.

Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Monday, March 06, 2006

...all her dogs

So we were walking through Loose Park yesterday when we decided to stop and rest at this park bench. I looked at this little dedication on the bench and wondered to myself "Does this mean 'dogs' as in the MTV sense of the word?" As in, 'to all my dogs, yo.' Or perhaps it literally means 'dogs'.
Perplexing. Any dogs out there have any thoughts? I wonder what she looked like.