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J.J. Sefton: "Very rich language. A pity it's dying out."

Funny. I had just been thinking that. Both of that. Wasn't sure about the dying out part, but suspected it was endangered. Not just rich, but also richly woven into the greater culture.

Morning, Glories!

My nic links to a page where I keep a kind of blog of some links. It's not as pithy as Vic's commentary; not as extensive as Political Hat's news of the week; just whatever random links I want to keep track of. No videos embedded, no big graphics. Just quotes and links. And the occasional comment I'll no doubt regret later. Some icons, just small ones.

Used to do this years ago before technical and other difficulties made it too hard for me to keep up with. Been back at it for about a month now. Wanted to make sure I was really at it again before mentioning it. However, no surer way to tempt Murphy's Law to mess me around again, make me have to quit again, than to make an announcement about it. So, here 'tis.

IN OTHER NEWS, looks like the sun is going to rise here in the middle of America. Any... minute... now...

PoliNation blocked? Probably not political. It has to be some of those pix Pete posts, you know, the eye-bleach ones. I could understand being blocked for those…

Or maybe it's because of those awful commenters you allow. Like that "webslacker" guy. o_O

Seriously, congratulations, PoliNationals! If PN is on a political $#!+ list, it's a badge of honor. Means the place has been effective and noticed. I mean, somebody had to first assess and object to the content, right? As the flyboys say, if you're taking flak, you're over the target.

Book thread up. Good, maybe this won't get seen. :/

Stop me if you've heard this one. I've seen it in various forms, but I first read it in Jewish, so I'll make my no-doubt insulting attempt to emulate that. And I'll try to shorten the joke from its traditional telling.

There's different set-ups. Here's how I read it. Moishe was a good man. (How'm I doin' so far?) He kept the commandments, attended Synagogue, did all the right stuff (help me out Jewish friends) devoutly. But Moishe always wanted to win the lottery.

This is where the longwinded part goes, talking about Moishe praying all through his long life to win the lottery, always being devout, never winning.

Finally Moishe is an old, old man and he sends his prayer heavenward, Haven't I been good, kept the Commandments, attended Synagogue, [etc.]? Why can I not win the lottery?

The heavens cloud up and darken. Lightning flashes, thunder rolls, and a mighty voice booms out,

"Moishe! Meet me half-way! Buy a ticket!"

There is no substitute for coffee. None. 'Way back when, before kids, Milady and I tried various alternatives. They were all more-or-less okay for what they were, roasted grains or whatever. But they sure weren't coffee.

IIRC, there was a depiction of an automat in the Agent Carter TV show. I thought that was pretty nice post-WW2 period depiction right through that series. Snappy clothes, great cars.

First Wife with her head in front of a big shrub. Hillary with horns on Time mag cover. Obama with halos.

A photographer might seek a certain set-up in a photo, or might get a lucky shot. He might know what he got at the time, or might not see it until he sees the print later. A shot might pass through several hands without some peculiarity being noticed, even though photogs and editors are always on the look-out for such things.

But what are the odds that this shot was released with no one along the way noticing?!?

Coffee?

Dear friends, I have a confession to make I pray will not cost me my Moron Manhood card. Last fall, when I became seriously ill for several weeks - you don't wanna know - but in the course of that, I quit my nightly wine, and forewent coffee. For the next several months.

I eased back into coffee with a glass of hot, sweet milk and a dash of coffee. Finally, only just this week, I'm back to drinking too many cups of black, the way I like it.

I'm happy with the middling-brand Mexican or Columbian blends from the grocery store. Wife and daughter like to indulge in Whole Foods beans. Let's see what we've got here: Pacific Rim Vienna Roast. Whatever. Tastes like coffee. Good water and fresh grind are what I most care about.

I'm so old I remember when you could reliably get a cup of good coffee at any McDonald's.

"On this day in 1956 Lerner and Lowe's musical My Fair Lady began its long time run on Broadway."

Ha. Just yesterday morning, I sang some line from the musical, and Milady asked what that was from. I said, must be time to watch My Fair Lady again. For poor Julie Andrews's ripped-off singing.

My folks saw the play, I think. Growing up, I recall the odd LP album cover, by Hershfeld - I think that's the name - cartoonist who always worked his daughter Nina's name into his work. Didn't know what MFL was about until I saw the movie.

One of very few musicals I can tolerate. This, Fiddler, and, um... hm, that's about it.

Musical Morning, Glories!

Sweet collection of graphics, bob. Mmm. Cherry pi!

"As we say in Russian .... да .... поздравляю."

Heh - thank you, FreeTranslation.com. :D

Can I assume this may be said, um, ironically?

That looks really delicious. Like something Milady Webworker might whomp up. And possibly will, after she sees this.

("Whomp up": that's a specific technical culinary preparation term, for any non-chefs out there.)

We have many times photographed our breakfasts, where we actually sit at a table and the sunlight is good and the settings can look nice if you frame it right. @@ That is, I encourage Milady to employ her excellent photographic skills on her own plate while I go ahead and dig in. (Wait. Did I just type that out loud?)

It had been my thought to post our more photogenic breakfasts on the website, with description if not recipe, but "technical difficulties (please stand by)" have thwarted my efforts to get any of them posted timely, and it seems like, after a day, the dish has gone cold. "We'll post the next one." Ended up only posting breakfast once, thirteen months back, a turkey and cheese omelet and toast, which wasn't even that colorful (saved by the chili verde). (Nor even that good a photo. Oh, I see, I took that one.)

Cute collection. :D

Hey, krak, looks like you've been willowed on your own thread, Moron horde being how it is and all.

It was a nice thread. Deserved better. It was cut off before its time.

The new thread already has more than 30 comments and nobody's mentioned it here yet?

To speak in the vernacular... nood.

From the heap o'links, things that make me go "hmmmm" category:

"My pontificate will be brief"
AFP / Yahoo News

…"I have a feeling my pontificate will be brief," the 78-year-old told Mexico's Televisa channel.
"Four or five years, I don't know. Two years have already gone by.

"It is a vague feeling I have that the Lord chose me for a short mission. I am always open to that possibility."

So, is he getting in big things like a year-long mercy jubilee during his presumed little window of opportunity?

Well, he sure won't set the record for shortest reign, right?

In any case, this tends to affirm my theory that Benedict is still the real Pope, and this guy is just a decoy, a lightning rod. Canny Catholics.

(I pray for merciful forgiveness if my humor at Pop Francis's expense is deemed unpleasantly irreverent.)

Speaking of reverent humor, I thought this Rev. Fun cartoon was funny. (H/t FenelonSpoke on Ace of Spades; Fen is sort-of the resident chaplain for that grimy locker room.)

"Jeb Bush said he would be open to allowing illegal immigrants a path to citizenship and said his position on immigration is 'the grown-up plan.'"

WSJ c/o Gateway Pundit
http://bit.ly/1AB9H6K

Well, now, that's a persuasive attitude.

All us stupid li'l' chillin', Pop Bush is here to take care of us, pat us on the head.

The bear attack back pack... new urban self-defense device?

Morning, Glories!

Once again, I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, wondering why I couldn't get back to sleep, only to realize, it's because it's time to get up. Funny thing.

Lizzy: "Hey, no Hector this morning....Nice"

Keerful.

In Tulsa, a proposed new building will be in the shape of a tornado.

I ain' superstitious (Fri 13 is my lucky day), but... there's such a thing as tempting fate.