Happiness is…roller skatin’ in a buffalo herd
Roller skatin’ in a buffalo herd
Roller skatin’ in a buffalo herd
You can be happy if you’ve a mind to
Happiness is…parkouring on the Empire State building
Parkouring on the Empire State building
Parkouring on the Empire State building
You can be happy if you’ve a mind to Continue reading “Extremely happy”
A little diversion for the weekend.
Mrs W was out. While the cat’s away…
It had been ages since my son and I had wrestled. I waited until I could hear him opening the front door. Surprise was on my side and I lunged with a sliding tackle but he used a stiff-arm fend to push me back. And I was taken aback. What godforsaken sport has he been watching in his spare time?
“Too slow, Shirley Crabtree.”
It was with great sadness that I said farewell to my oldest son as he recently moved out to live with his girlfriend/fiancée. Friends consoled me by stating that he’ll be back and actually the family will get bigger not smaller when they return with gobs of squabs of their own. That may be so but right now we are a man down. My sons and I like the same music, same TV shows and have a similar sense of humour. Neymar Jrs. Back, we sometimes even play in the same five-a-side team (I get the feeling I’m picked to make up the numbers. I’m only told there‘s a game on at the last minute).
So he’s gone and there’s space. Space. There’s a spare room. Continue reading “Enter the Gorgon”
That great escapist medium, Comic Books, has its flaws: regurgitated stories, invincibility of the heroes, predictability of plot lines. Where it does captivate and amuse can be in the startling array of varied villains that show up to take over the world or their little part of it. Sometimes the tale is only worthwhile if there’s a good baddie in it.
Bruce Springsteen wrote a song called “57 Channels (And Nothin’ On)” which ends with the protagonist firing a bullet from a .44 Magnum through the television set. Well yesterday I was zapping and powing through 500 channels and there was nothing on. The only magnum I had was an ice-cream. By this time I had buttoned in to the cartoon channels and found nirvana. The DC comics cartoon, The Brave and the Bold, was playing on CITV (Children‘s ITV). Continue reading “The Babyface gang”
With their being no National Service anymore I have no experience of the military. While I could have enlisted voluntarily I preferred to be a civilian. This doesn’t mean I can’t daydream. And the best place to do this is in the dentist’s chair.
I haven’t been to the dentist for over a year, missing out on two regular six month check-ups. It’s not fear of Dr. Christian Szell that kept me away it was his frontline troops I couldn’t handle; the Checkpoint Charlie receptionists are a dour-faced lot. Continue reading “Men in white coats”
It’s (What a start! Talk about courage) always good when one of our own crack the sky. Treading lightly at number 10 in the UK album charts alongside the company of leviathans such as Coldplay, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey and…Dolly Parton, are Mastodon, a progressive metal band from America with their new long player, Once More ‘Round The Sun.
I realise, of course, that older members might not care much for this type of music and wish that it were extinct like Harlan’s Muskox, The Tarpan or Toxodon. However, Mastodon are keeping the faith alive.
Play it Loud.
The Either Or gig gets a bad press and it’s time to right this (or that) wrong. It’s all Either’s fault. Hate the Either. With Either multiple choices (ABCD, alright then ABC…or D) can be used. Either Land Rover Discovery, Range Rover, Volvo XC60 Or Ulrika Jonsson? Or is definitely a two horse race. Makes it simpler. Easier to bet on, better chances. Light or dark, black or white and so on and so forth. I wish that Either was also in binary code so that you could not utter an Either without an Or being in the vicinity. Love the Or. This bad guy, Either can do a runner and go solo like Han or Skid. We will leave Neither Nor for anorther day as I’ve still to make my mind up on those two. So it’s Either or Or.
Common Either Or’s are-
Coffee or tea?
Marvel or DC?
Winter or summer? Continue reading “Underrated: Either Or”
It was a Saperstein grey day the aliens came to town
Needing perfect hued specimens for their outer space museum
They decided to land at William Henry Perkinville
Their saucer a porcelain magenta as they prepared to carpe-diem
Previously on the Chariot.
My Emmy award predictions have came up trumps.
I don’t want to drag up old links as who needs the aggravation of cutting and pasting but they are in the archives. Once more I am prepared to put my head on the block, put a noose round my neck, take the pin out a grenade, sit on a chair that’s electric (OK, we get the picture) and select a future award winner. I predict that James Spader from The Blacklist will win in the best actor category. (The first season of The Blacklist is currently being repeated on Sky Atlantic in the UK. For your information)
Bypassing all its criticisms- invasion of privacy issues, cursor navigational problems, serial killings as they occur- Google street view is a fine application. The ability to teleport to anywhere in the world is Star Trek at your fingertips. Beam me up, I mean, beam me down to Barbados, Scotty.
Where Google comes down to earth is with its overhead view option. This satellite imagery, used often by television news stations, is boring. There’s nothing interesting about the top of something. You won’t hear an actress or a model say “ oh my best feature is the plan view of my head.” Continue reading “Overrated: Google overhead view”
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