I was hoping, readers, to today continue that ripping thriller of a tale from yesterday. But I got a bit distracted, and before I knew it I was feeding those eleven brutish children of my impertinent butler with some stale smoked salmon. Never let it be said that I don’t have a philanthropic bone in my body – my whole skeleton is dripping with pure philanthropy, I’ll have you know.
So here’s a sunset. Another one.
I almost dropped the camera doing that, I’ll have you know. Although you probably won’t have appreciated those snaps.
Those bones of my body which are not philanthropic are decked out with intellectual insecurity. Hence this quote, from off of a book that I read once:
“Shh,” Hector said. “Who cares about the sunset? Just watch the crows.”
Also, I found myself watching come chidren’s television yesterday. It was, I imagine, not dissimilar to what happens after consuming an excessive quantity of Beechams.
“I know what I’ll do, I’ll strangle a monkey.”
Vienetta.
Crystal
February 21, 2009
Hold the newsreader’s nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.
Josh
February 22, 2009
At first, my simple, simple brain when “pop” when fed with that peculiar sentence. But thanks to this Google thing – you may have heard of it – I am none the wiser no longer. Interesting, though what the devil has it got to do with this? That’s a question that even the most newfangled technology can’t answer.
Also, on hearing that video I felt a bit of a day jar view moment – I seem to remember some of that stuff about chess being in one of the Stephen Fry’s podcast doodahs.
Crystal
February 22, 2009
Well, you see, I never know what to comment when you talk of television, as I never watch the thing myself. And being very much a city kid, rather than a farmer such as yourself (albeit a farmer with a horny butler), when faced with nature the best I can come up with it “um”.
So, as that quote came from a TV show (which is relevant to blog post content) and is on the subject of the English language (which is what the blog post was written in), I figured that those thirteen words were perfect for summing up my feelings on your post.
Either that or it was quarter past ten and I was tired and lazy. The world may never know.
Josh
February 22, 2009
Okey-cokey piggadapokey.
You could have said “ha ha, that man’s strangling a monkey covered in jam” or “ha ha, look at that lady’s waistcoat”.
I must admit to being a rare glarer at the box myself. Which is why it’s such a novelty, a novelty worth writing home about.
Also, I am not a farmer. And my butler is merely a fictitious potato.
Josh
February 22, 2009
Oh, and do you weirdo URBAN folk really not have skies? Ha ha.
Ronny
February 22, 2009
I am a farmer. We have potatoes. But only one sky. I am a poor farmer. I am sad. I feel with the monkey. Jam I like too. Horny butlers are rare around me. Could brighten me up. Would chase him all day around. Run, horny potato. Run, horny one! Poor farmer me do not have horny butler. Jam I have. But who could ever bring it to me since I do not have running potato in black suit? I will never eat yummy jam under many skies. I could not put a monkey in it but I would share with him. So we can be happily together. And together we chase the fictitious potato for more sky. Are you still here? Haven´t thought so, poor us our all. Want to count the amount of letters, wanted to say characters, I typed today. Will do it tomorrow. Or never, I know myself to good, wanted to say well. No time for letters, wanted to say characters. Only for thoughts about a better someday with monkey, butler who has horny potatoes under glimmering sky and farmer. Wanted to say me and monkey and butler with horny potatoes under the glimmering sky – not butler who has horny potatoes under glimmering sky and me.
Crystal
February 23, 2009
… I think that might just have been a work of genius.
Josh
February 23, 2009
Certainly, to call the great Ronnyster’s comment a work of genius would be an understatement. I want to have your brain, sir. Although not your babies, as both my innards and you will be relieved to know.
Ronny
February 23, 2009
Now, why appears here a surname? Crystal, yours is? And the thing with the brain: I would be the first one who would exchange with yours, Mr! Also yours, Mrs, seems to work quite more proper than others.
Now that we are so close I would like you to proceed with first names and less cuddling.
Josh
February 23, 2009
OK. That’s fine with me.
Ronny
February 23, 2009
Did I sound harsh? Didn’t mean to. And I miss already your cuddles. Sorry. You sound so hurt. Don´t say you aren’t. You are. And its my fault. Seems I am a harsh potato.
Including the tomorrows post – how often appear the words potato and horny in your blog? You should be soon n#1 in googles farming and adult section. Which would be an suggestion for a next intellectual effusion of yours.
And herewith feel yourself kindly hugged and cuddled instead of asked to change it back into this surname which could be mine.
Crystal
February 23, 2009
Do… do I still get cuddles?
Also, by “farming and adult section”, do you mean the farming section and the adult section, or the place for, well, horny potatoes? Because, if the latter, why did I not know such a place existed?!
Eh, all things considered, I think it’s best if I keep my brain. There are things in there that humankind does not need to see.
Ronny
February 23, 2009
I will not google it. Will I?
Josh
February 24, 2009
I Googled it, and this blog is ranked #2. This means war on the #1-ranked website, to which I will not link. Will maybe think about a way of getting this blog higher.
Cuddles all round. My apologies for sounding a bit short-tempered there, and also for meddling to make the surname remarks look mad – I’ve un-edited the comment.