Bad Bad Blogger

Sorry for my lack of internet activity.  I’m still here, and reminiscing about England a bit.  This week, the homeschool curriculum included the story of The Sword in the Stone, and I’m all like, King Arthur!  We went to his castle!  Do you remember Merlin’s Cave?!

I got blank stares.

Argh, the boys were too young to retain memory of the things they saw, the culture they absorbed.  (Both do, however, retain an uncanny ability to fake the British accent, and both remember Peppa Pig and the Jimmer Jammers.  Does that count as culture?)

Tintagel is the name of the village purported to be Arthur’s birthplace, a right pretty little spot.  Of course, most UK villages are right pretty little spots.

I really miss those villages, as well as the cheeses named after them:  Stilton, Wensleydale, Davidstow . . . .  The Brits are dead serious about their cheese, as this macho marketing strategy can attest: 

In America, one must look to Axe and Old Spice ads for similar imagery.

Okay, enough rambling.  I fully intend to make the rounds soon, and see what fellow bloggers are sharing.  I also intend to write more substantive posts.  Maybe even get a chapter of that novel written /sarc/.

Ya’ll have a great week.

You've gotta park somewhere

On Royal Weddings

Diana’s royal wedding provoked nothing more in me than a mild puzzlement at the length of her train.  I was ten, what did I care? 

Now that I’m forty my reaction has matured, evolved . . . into a serious stupefaction at the sight of those hats.

Yikesters.

And the daughters of Prince Andrew and Princess Sarah . . . oh dear, shall I admit it?  When I saw the photo over at Innocent Bystanders, here’s the first thing that came to mind:

 

I know, I know, I’m really mean.  But they are grown women, right?  They did choose their attire?  Who among you cannot see the similarity?  Well, except the cartoon hair accessories are less ridiculous.

In a futile attempt to make this post seem less catty, I’m not embedding the photo.  Hop over to Innocent Bystanders to see.

Really, I’m sure they are lovely young women.  The attire is the sole subject of my derision, not the humans beneath.

Meet The Time Traveller

I stumbled on a new blogger last week, and he’s worth sharing.  Adventures in Time Travel is an Englishman’s blog, so the tagline shouldn’t surprise any Brit-humor fan:

Contains no actual time travel

The Time Traveller does a sound fisking of an eco-fascist news article in “Vegetarians are destroying the environment.”  Here’s a tid:

Article:  “After decades of conversion to cattle farming and agriculture, overwhelmingly soy, but also corn and coffee, only 20 per cent of pristine Cerrado remains, much fragmented between farmland.”

Time Traveller:  Hang on a cotton-picking minute! Earlier in this article you were claiming that 50% had been lost. Now it’s 80%. That really is a rapid rate of development, unless you suffered a particularly long bout of writer’s block after paragraph 3.

Snicker.  Read the rest if you have time.  At the least, do click over and scan for posts that pique your interest.  Yeah, some posts are couched in terms of British politics, but it’s easy enough to get used to.