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30 December 2006 at 15:36

crabbit scrabble rabbit

A couple more days, and the nightmare of forced goodwill comes to a close. The low point so far was, well, I'd rather not talk about it. Except to say that .. no, I refuse to piss myself off by thinking about it.

But you know how some people feel compelled to win at everything they do? For example, if they're playing tennis or something, they sulk if they lose and they crow if they win.

But it's not just playing to win, it's also talking to win. Compulsive winners can't listen, because they're too busy talking over the top of you. Or they approach every conversation as a debate that they have to win, even if they have to invent "facts" or swear that black is white.

So imagine you have a Christmas visitor who
  1. needs to win every conversation, and
  2. needs to win every game of Scrabble
and you get talking with them about Scrabble.

I shouldn't let such things make me crabbit. I've been told that these people are simply insecure. But that's like a guy I knew who used to beat up his wife, and anyone else who got in the way, "because really he's shy". Yes, and Joe Stalin had indigestion. Poor Hitler couldn't sell his paintings.





PS - I'm a part-time hut manager for a writer who may want to network with other writers - he could try authorsblogs.

Blogger almax said...

Like you, I look forward to January 2 so that we all get back to being miserable as sin again. But while the season of 'goodwill' is still extant I battle my way through the ether on an ancient PC which only functions sporadically (and even then very badly)to wish you a happy and prosperous 2007  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Nice to see the residual crabbitness arising at the first opportunity. I don't suppose you won then. Anyway, you've already had your New Year, but it's a gale outside now. I'll stay in and have a quiet night watching drunk nutters on the telly falling around up Princes Street! No help to anyone. Hotboy  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

Happy New Year my dear friend Rob!
~xo
Lee Ann  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Ali, thanks. Any network port in a storm.

Hotters, I'm not daft enough to get involved in a game in such circumstances. I'd have to enrol in the Bad Boy Church fellowship Advanced Course in pre-emptive badness. Please send the application form and the 150%discount.

Lee Ann - happy nanbugg year to you, may the year brings you loads of love and good surprises to more than offset the difficult stuff.  

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Blogger Cindy said...

Dear Rob:

I am too busy playing with this cursor thing-a-majig that is snowing plus signs to actually read this post with any thoughtfulness.

Thank you for the shiny toy,
cinders  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Cinders, Glad you seemed to enjoy the snowflake cursor as much as I did. Hsppy New Year to you.  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Zeig! So it's a snowflake cursor thing, is it? I thought your bloggy had caught dandruff, but it's a cursor thing .... how nouvelle! Big help! Hotboy  

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Blogger ion said...

Ordinarily I could agree that a competitive guest is not the best guest. But this was Scrabble, for goodness sake- one has to make exceptions. Nizoral is very effective for the dandruff problem. Happy new year to you.  

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Blogger Lil Bit said...

Just wanted to pop in & wish ya a Happy New Year (sans crabbit. lol) ;)  

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Blogger Kelly said...

My nephew has not quite learned how to loose at games so we had to endure some sulking.  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

Rob, I do understand what you are talking about with the "winners". They are no fun to be around.  

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Blogger zomba said...

I say Mr Rob McJ,

Happy New Year to you. I am once more safely ensconsed in Kalimbuka after a frightfully long trip home, and Mrs M and myself wish you all the best for 207, and especially that you recover from your crabbiness.

Long discussions about Scrabble pale in comparison to two-hour conversations about wheely-bins, one of which I once had to sit through at a colleague's 'leaving do'.

Doviko sends his warmest greetings.

MM III  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Let's mock the less fortunate! Here's a joke. Have you unheard of it? The dustman calls in Oz:
Where you bin?
I bin on holiday.
No, where you wheely bin?
I wheely bin in prison, but I always tell folk I bin on holiday.
Dearie me. Hotboy  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

I like the little falling stars with the pointer.  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

ion - to these people, scrabble is life.

lil, lee, eric and MM, thanks, a little empathy goes a long way at this time of year.

MM - In the UnHeard Of calendar, 207 was several years ago. Perhaps you mean a Malawian 2007? I watched a BBC documentary this weekedn, made in 2005 but the end credits stated MMXV - 2015! Bring back proofreaders. My comps to Mrs. M and Dovey.

Hotters - dearie me indeed, that hasn't helped.  

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29 December 2006 at 13:48

das ball control

In Germany, I saw this street busker on crutches demonstrating his amazing ball skills.

Here is a rough edit of the video.You may need to click it twice, I don't know why.



Happy New Year

Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Das dail up ningcompoops gives this joe zee speed of zee tortoise! Doesn't help at all in fact. Hotboy  

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Blogger Lelly said...

Happy New Year to you Rob! By the way I am having terrible trouble with your site, can never scroll down beyond your latest post, so can never check if you've responded to my witty comments on previous postings of yours! Wassgoingon??  

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Blogger lecram sinun said...

A Grand New Year to you! Cheers!  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Hotters - just click the arrow (twice), make a cup of tea, and it'll be ready to watch after an hour or so. It's not as if you'll miss out on any phone calls meantime.

Lelly - you're using Internet Explorer version 6, aren't you? Microsoft fixed the problem in IE version 7, and Firefox never had the problem anyway. HNY to you and Lecram, thanks for visiting.  

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Blogger Cindy said...

Ball control is essential in so many ways, is it not?  

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28 December 2006 at 05:03

xmas progress eport

People are posting their Xmas state of mind. Over here, like every year we're staying at Spud's mum's beachside shack, and looking after her tripe-hound while she is away.

The shack has wireless broadband, and Cap'n Kev has lent me his wi-fi laptop, so it could blog business as usual, if I could be bothered.

I haven't seen a newspaper for weeks, so have even been able to forget all about the apocalypse.


Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! I wonder what a wi-fi laptop could be. Is this the kind of thing you get in a joint where the barmaids are topless and folk who are not your wifie want to dance on your lap? It wouldn't surprise me one little bit! Hey! If it doesn't have wires, I could use such a thing to blog from the hut when I go there full time! Is this a sublte way of applying for the job of Hut Manager? Be a help if you brought it with you. Hotboy  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Did you censure my comment? Dearie me! I wonder what it could have been. Has your mother started reading this? Hotboy  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Hotters, no censorship unless you're Jack the Spambot Bampot. But I have to approve each comment before it appears, and as you can imagine I'm too mostly blissed to be buggered this time of year.

The alternative is to switch on the funny letter verification thing.  

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21 December 2006 at 21:05

HNT and family christmas letter

December already, and it's been quite a year for us starting in January, with the toaster going on fire on the very morning that Rob had invited some neighbours for tea and toasted buns.




Not the couple on the left of us, who are very nice but play golf most days and import/export alloy car wheels. That couple has 2 fax machines in their front room, and their actual work seems to consist of waiting for the daily incoming fax, which they then tear off and re-fax elsewhere. I'm not sure why they need 2 machines, but I suppose one's for import and the other for export.

Mind you, they've never properly recovered from being burgled one night, when Steve was away for 6 months in Tokyo on business (ahem) and poor Jana had to hide under her bed while the place was ransacked and they lost both the faxes and a photocopier (apologies to Pete and Ethel who already know this). When the burglars had finished, she emerged from hiding and came to our door in distress at 3 a.m. It was a pity that the batteries in our doorbell had run down, and she was much too reserved to bang on our bedroom windows, so it was the next day before we were able to share the excitement.

But back to last January. Rob had invited the couple living on the other side, Jim and Eileen. Rob first met Jim soon after we moved in here. Jim was mowing his front lawn at the time. He looked so much the part with his tattoos, baseball cap and dungarees that Rob assumed he was the gardener and asked how much he'd charge to mow our lawn. To give him his due, he quoted a fair price. And he did make a beautiful job of our lawn. And Jim keeps his ears open so he's the man to know if you want to know what's happening in the street. Burglaries, that sort of thing.

Anyway, I know what you're thinking - how could we toast the buns with a broken machine? Well, with an hour to spare Rob raced to Kmart and found a digital toaster, the last one in the shop, with an LCD screen that tells you how many seconds to go before it pops up (the toast, not the screen, though that wouldn't have surprised us either). And it has extra-wide slots and a special setting for browning muffins! Not that we pretend to understand this technology stuff, but it certainly saved the day, especially as it gave us a topic of conversation over tea while we tried not to mention the lawnmowing incident, and we all agreed we must do it again some time, and I was just saying the other day we should really make the effort at least once more before this toaster breaks too (not that I'm mentioning names, but someone likes to warm their breakfast plate on top of the toaster while it's on, and you can't really get away with that for long on a plastic toaster, can you Kev?) Russell Hobbs would never have used plastic. Or was it Morphy Richards? One of those people, British "know-how", you could roast a whole meal in their toasters if you wanted without problems.

In March, we were delighted to receive the news that Rob's old "chum" Richard from the Glasgow days was touring Australia, when we would sadly be out of the country ourselves. (Sorry about that Richard, but the neighbours said you were very comfortable in the garden, and do please let us know next time you're in this hemisphere.)

But no Christmas newsletter would be complete without The Big Trip. In May, the mountain bikes were overhauled and pumped up for Rob and Kev's camping trip to the Blue Mountains in Australia, possibly the first instance of a mountain bike actually being used in the mountains. Now, many people claim to find two-and-a-half-million acres of eucalyptus and dry scrub boring, but the area actually abounds with natural fauna. Rob had never seen, for example, so many different species of fly, thanks to his decision to dig the "latrines" so close to the tents.

But enough of our lives here. It's sometimes easy to forget that there's more to life than mulching the azaleas. It was with great sadness that 1000s of innocent civilians were slaughtered in the middle east, as the price of freeing the world from tyranny. Thank God that in every tragedy there is a silver lining. On the very day that the civil war officially began, little Oscar achieved a B+ in Grade Three electric guitar! And with Rob accompanying him on the ukulele while the dog howls in ecstasy, there's not many a visitor to "Chez Rob" who doesn't leave feeling they haven't been right "royally" entertained.

Arguably the low point of the year came when Rob brought home some new "high tech" dental floss, teflon-coated so that it slides between your teeth. It actually works so well that it's unusable. You can't grip it unless you wind half the packet round your fingers! What's the point of that?

December is the time of year when we reflect on the past, and our dreams for a better world. Rob had a great dream last week, in which he discovered a long lost 13th episode of Fawlty Towers. If only he could remember the actual script, it could be worth a fortune.

But look at the time! The shops close in 25 minutes and it's my turn to pick up the prawns this year, and I daren't buy them from the local fishmonger again after what happened last year or my name will be mud in this house, well not mud exactly, but that's another story, suffice to say that the German word, "durchfall" means literally "fallthrough". So we'll have to tell you the rest next year. For instance there's a couple we know, where one of them wanted to use a condom but the other one hates condoms, so they reached a compromise by cutting the end off. Hope you don't mind waiting another year.

Joyous tidings to you and yours, from "all of us" in the "UnHeard Of" Islands.




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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! What an exciting life! Nothing ever happens here since I try hard not to do anything. How did you get the flugalhorn on your bike? A back up team would have helped. Hotboy  

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Blogger Suze said...

A lovely reflective post. All served up with some very nice buns!

Happy Christmas HNT sweetie ;)  

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Blogger Polyman3 said...

Life. Always expect to unexpected.
Love, peace & happiness to you and yours in the coming year.  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Eric - try to avoid ending ypur tunnel in the middle of our bushfires. That would help.  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Zeig! Is this your longest ever toast... post? Have you toasted your bum before? What for? Wonderfully, naturally condescending to the working classes, of course. Homoerotic too, obviously. Perhaps your cross dressing friend, who visited when you weren't there, and the man with the tattoos could have done a bit of wrestling on the newly manicured lawn. Got you now! Sing when you're glad to be gay, Adolf! Sing away! That would definitely help! Hotboy  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Hotters - you can be aristocratic and svelte, and enjoy classical music, without being gay, you know. Does that help?  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

First of all....I love those toasted buns!
I imagine the mountain bike ride in the mountains in Australia was amazing!
Great reflection Rob.
Happy late HNT!

Have a joyful holiday Rob!
Love,
Lee Ann  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

Merry Christmas!
Have a safe and joyful holiday!
Love,
Lee Ann  

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19 December 2006 at 20:51

I never pay for it

I took the plunge today and actually paid for some new software. That's a first. The program is a video editor, Sony Vegas. Because I'm an anal nerd, the first thing I did when I got it home was to read the whole 70-page manual.

Each feature I read about, I found myself shaking my head in wonder: "that's exactly the way I would have designed the program," or "that's something I've always wanted to do with other editors, but they didn't allow it."

Tomorrow, actually using the program is probably going to be even more exciting than reading about it. What a fortunate creature I am! I'm already planning a new HNT-movie that's unlike anything you've ever seen (or would want to see, perhaps).

Excuse my raving, Cap'n Kev was in port today, smoking his home-grown medicinal leaves. He grows them on one of the uninhabited islands, then lands there once a year when nobody's about.

Just the smell seems to have done homeopathic things to my brain. The darling Haydn CD sounds like it never did before. How is it possible to love someone you've never met who's been dead for centuries? What a fortunate creature I am, but you knew that already.



PS - next day I checked this post and was dismayed to find not a single comment. I never aspired to be an A-lister, but sudden demotion from Y-list to Z-list is a little disheartening. But then I remembered - I'm using comment moderation to catch the spammers. No wonder the comments weren't showing. What an idiot I am!

Sure enough, there were 2 new comments from keda and ion, in amongst the spam, waiting for release. And hotboy's sure to call in later. A fortunate creature after all!

Blogger ion said...

You mean to say you actually RTFM (read the flipping manual)? That's hardcore geek. Meanwhile, how is your dog getting on? I'm worrying about her.  

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Blogger keda said...

you read 70 pages of a nerd manual?? wow. you've definately been on the leaves.

let's hope modern vegas brings the same rapture as haydn. though i doubt thats possible.. it's worth a try.  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

ion - the unheard of dog says thanks, but she's not enjoying the thought of soon appearing on the web with a giant ruff collar round her head. And she says to tell wee wan not to lick the combination steroid/antibug/lignocaine ointment off her legs, it tastes bad. And coming from someone who eats shit, that can't be a commendation.

keda - bon voyage BTW  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

You are a fortunate creature!
New software...that is great.
You and I are much alike...reading the manual before starting.
(I mean, that is what they have the manuals for, right?)
I guess I am a nerd!
~xo  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Is this the job application? I think it is! Well done on reading a manual. I couldn't do that! The job starts in the spring when I'm just starting to be rich and famous. If you can keep me in the hut for twelve years, I should be able to zap you with ra bliss. It's the only chance you've got. And it would balance up. I hope this helps. Hotboy  

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17 December 2006 at 20:12

best personal ads

A book recently published in Britain is called They Call Me Naughty Lola - The London Review of Books Personal Ads: a Reader.

It's a collection of some of the best personal ads from the London Review of Books, a fortnightly magazine. They are very different from what you'd read anywhere else. Here's a sample:

"Bald, short, fat and ugly male, 53, seeks short-sighted woman with tremendous sexual appetite."

"Bastard. Complete and utter. Whatever you do, don't reply - you'll only regret it. Man, 38."

"Romance is dead. So is my mother. Man, 42, inherited wealth."

Or the woman who is

"intelligent, austere and mentally troubled like all good fortysomething women should be".





This week a former school classmate died, and an old friend had a breast off. In comparison, I am such a fortunate creature.

My only real complaint is that my old posts from Germany have been receiving masses of German spam. Clever multilingual spammers.

So I have had to turn on comment moderation for commenters. It was either that or make people do the word verification thing.

Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! I see you've been looking in the right places! Loserville, where I live. How's about: Mid fifties, nae viagra, likes pretending he's younger, would like to fondle and then move on. Tons of ra bliss! How's about it? But it's how I got an agent, so it might help a bit! Hotboy  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

Love it! Yes, that is like something I would have posted! You know me so well! ;)  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Eric, welcome! As you know, we UnHeardians are not picky.

Hotters - that's how you got the agent? That would help , but I'm too blissed to write a book.  

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Blogger Polyman3 said...

German spam?
Does it come with saurkraut?

Just had a business associate die 2 days ago, and one last month. I hope it's not catching.  

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14 December 2006 at 15:27

HNT top spin with clickypic

Obviously I can't show you my Christmas tree. I'm down in the bottom left part of the world, where it's summer now. But down here we still know how to relax for the holidays.

It all started when I saw a documentary about tribes of people living by the sea in Malaysia, and it seemed they have the perfect lifestyle. The film inspired me to work less and play more, and eventually to come and live here in the Pacific.




On the east coast of Malaysia, the only work the menfolk ever do is go out fishing once a week when they're hungry. The rest of their time they get dressed up in their finery, and compete to see who can spin a 10-pound top for longest. Some of these these ornate traditional tops can spin for more than 2 hours at a time. What a great way to spend your life!




Here's a rude clickypic of me on a Scottish beach, back in the days when I was still learning how to do nothing.



Click the clickypic to zoom out



I have switched on comment moderation, as I'm getting so many spam comments.



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Blogger lecram sinun said...

Glad my countrymen were an insipation to you. LOL! Cheers and Happy HNT!  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

Lecram - they inspired my sarong collection too.  

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Blogger Suze said...

I love that last shot. Now I must get Alex a top...

Happy HNT sweetie ;)  

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Blogger Regal said...

very nice - Happy HNT  

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Blogger lime said...

oh i could really take some of that beach time right now!

HHNT  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! How sensible this post is! Interesting bottom photie! Just think how tired you'd get if you'd a proper job! Hotboy  

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Blogger keda said...

brilliant!

we love spinning tops around here. maybe thats another career i can venture into :)

happy hnt you tease you!  

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Blogger Polt said...

hmm, interesting choice in bathing apparel...a bikini? Speedo? hmmm...

HAPPY HNT!  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

That is awesome! Love the little stars too....
I am dancing for you at the Castle!  

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Blogger Lelly said...

My mother is Malaysian (Eurasian) I was born there but left for the UK when I was 10. I went back for the first and only time in 2003 for 18 days and we rented a house by the beach on the east coast. It WAS beautiful and pretty untouched by commercialism, but not so relaxing if you're a western female. The east coast state we were in was fairly fundamentalist, and you never saw any women on the local beach or in the restaurants. Would love to go back but would probably stick to the areas I knew as a child(Seremban, KL, Pangkor island Cameron Highlands etc)  

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Blogger Lil Bit said...

Oh, cool. Spinning tops, eh? Sounds fun. ;)

Neat clicky pic.
I'm sooo jealous you guys are having WARM weather now.

Hope your holidaze are jolly!

=D  

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08 December 2006 at 23:04

war isnae by disney

I'm losing the will to blog. Partly because it's hard for simple bloggers like me to maintain the narcissism and frivolity, when the world is in such a mess.

So today I thought I would acknowledge the awfuck real world, by running this flash-animated map. It illustrates the history of American war from 1775 to 2006, and runs for about 90 seconds.

It uses pink (republican) and blue (democrat) to try and make a party-political point, but it's more interesting than that.

If your PC is set up like mine, you may have to click "Play" twice to get it to start.

I have shrunk the map to fit my blog - or you can watch the original full-size version at mapsofwar.com.

Sources acknowledged.

Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Of course, it doesn't work on my machine! Probably due to unsuitable content. Just my luck! At last, a decent video and I don't get to watch it! No help at all! Hotboy  

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Blogger zomba said...

I say!

Both the Democrats and the Republicans appear to have completely missed my part of the world. Is that some sort of record or?

MM III  

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Blogger zomba said...

I say!

I was so sidetracked by that movie-clip, and the wait to see if Southern Africa was mentioned at all, that I completely forgot why I came here in the first place.

I came to ask you what your current opinion on prosopagnosia was. I ask this because I was down near the market the other day (not the most salubrious part of Zomba), and Cabbage came staggering out of a bottle-store, walked straight past me without recognising me, an continued down the road. He later claimed not to have recognised me at all.

MM III  

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Blogger onan the bavarian said...

HB - you're probably just lacking the shockwave/flash plug-in. Your browser should have offered to get it for you. Does that help?

MM - I'm not really up on the biology of sphagnum, but I do believe they make whisky out of peat. Perhaps Cabbage had "had a few".  

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Blogger Lee Ann said...

Hey Rob!
I have not been much in a blogging mood lately, but I have missed you.
I hope all is well!
Have a great week!
~xo  

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Blogger Lil Bit said...

Wow, v. cool & interesting map there.

I understand the need to step away... I'm actually *just* returning from another lil bloggy break myself.

Hope you're doing well.

*hugs*  

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Blogger Polyman3 said...

Blogging is like life; sometimes it excites, sometimes it depresses,
sometimes it really doesn't matter.
To me it is just a good way to vent...so don't give up.

War- HuH! What is it good for?
To the victor, goes the spoils.  

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07 December 2006 at 07:49

HNT decision-making

On Saturday I travelled 2 hours each way to an all-day party. I hate parties, the only reason I went was that one of the organisers was planning to take all the dog-owners for a beach walk and swim.

When I got to the party, many people claimed to want to go for the walk, but nobody could decide what to do. Everyone kept asking everyone else if they wanted to go. After enduring half an hour of this consensus-based (nonsensus-based) decision-making, I took off on my own with the dog and a book, and lay on the beach while the dog chased waves. Now that's my kind of party.



The picture is from another island and another century, but you get the idea.



Later I discovered that the organiser had indeed eventually led some people on the walk, but he gave them the slip on the way to the beach. Which mental disorder is that?

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Blogger Regal said...

Great photo - Happy HNT  

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Blogger Randi said...

looks like paradise! hhnt  

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Blogger Leesa said...

These are great :)
HHNT  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, this looks warm and cozy... I would love to join you there!

HHNT!

Annette  

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Blogger Wenchy said...

Yeah, does sounds like a good party... although, I am petrified of dogs... so I'll take the book?  

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Blogger keda said...

ooh look at the sparkleys! i like :)

i can't stand waiting for people to get their arses in gear.

great picture.
happy hnt babe.  

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Blogger Suze said...

Rob, I love this image. Can you just pass me that instrument. Naughty! I meant the other one...

Happy HNT sweetie ;)  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! What kind of mental disorder does your dog have? Is it a blue healer? Does it try to catch sparks flying off the barbie? I mean, it sounds daft. Why don't you get yourself a hound? Good ones just lie about. A decent dog would help. Hotboy  

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Blogger lime said...

i hope you didn't get sand up your bum. hehehe. looks comfy though.

HHNT  

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Blogger S said...

That organizer sounds like a dumbass!
Oops was it you? LOL
I hate group thingies, it just takes forever!

HHNT Sir~  

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Blogger Schadeboy said...

Hey, that beach sure has nice sand.

Happy HNT.  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Heil again! I really did think you were becoming a bit discrete there for a bit. Who's pointing zee camera? Is she in lederhosen? Hotboy  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Zeigy! There are things falling down your bloggy. Cross things. Why do they look like pluses? Anyway, it's not me. Have you spent time doing this? You need a proper job, Adolf! Hut Management is the game for you! The blindfolded mother on the hamster wheel, the interior castle in the hut, the howling at the moon. How much would you pay? I think I could clean up here! Hotboy  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Zeigy! There are things falling down your bloggy. Cross things. Why do they look like pluses? Anyway, it's not me. Have you spent time doing this? You need a proper job, Adolf! Hut Management is the game for you! The blindfolded mother on the hamster wheel, the interior castle in the hut, the howling at the moon. How much would you pay? I think I could clean up here! Hotboy  

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Blogger Michelle said...

Sounds like a fun kind of party to me....!!
HHNT :)  

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05 December 2006 at 11:45

blessed are the privately pious

Keda was blogging about a religious zealot who told her that god loved her. I won't specify which god - there's enough trouble in the world already.

Nice that he meant well with the god stuff, but why do zealots of any religion assume you're interested in hearing their pronouncements? Why not keep their hobbies to themselves? I mean, I don't go around ranting about my home brewing, and about everything balancing up. Well yes, I do it here, but this is my space. Okay, I also do it at other blogs, but as I was saying:

I once taught a student who spent most of his college time browsing fundamentalist web sites. I spent extra time helping him, so he decided to do me the favour of showing me some web sites that explain about the umpteen levels of hell. Smiling, he said "the worst level, that's the one that's reserved for you heathens." There was no malice in it, he thought he was helping me, but it didn't help.

Blogger Polyman3 said...

I tried to be religious for years,
trying to believe that the church knew something I didn't. Then I learned it knows nothing. It is all about their own private God written in an old book by men.
So now I believe in my own God and never speak of it to anyone. Hell is within us, just like God is. and that's all there is.  

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Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Since the sole member of the Amazing Bloggy Church of the Bad Boy Blissheid is me, and I'm not recruiting, you're not getting in! People who believe in things and think they know stuff ... well, they'll never get ra bliss! Oh, they'll never get ra bliss! EE, Aye, Adio, they'll never get ra bliss! The only "religious" question worth asking is: Can you or can you not, do ra bliss? I'm afraid there's no help in staying a flatheid! Hotboy  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

no good deed goes unpunished.

or a yogi's words are never wasted.

maybe he'll wake up when he's your age (really old like) and re-learn all those lessons you tried to teach him.  

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03 December 2006 at 07:28

das katnapper

I recently visited Piddledorf, the centre of my family's universe.

I took a look at the local newspaper, and was shocked to see this harrowing front page item:



"YET ANOTHER CAT DISAPPEARS"

Blogger Hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! Ra cat is on smack! Not a lot going on there then these days. I suppose world domination and genocide are bit a more exciting than smacked out cats. Hmmm? Hotboy  

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Blogger keda said...

awwwww who could blame them.. he's so demure.  

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Blogger josh williams said...

I disapprove of cats that go missing.  

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Blogger keda said...

so you tagged me..

10 things i will never do..

1/ post this at mine. as it's not funny enough
2/ learn to use capitals
3/ sky dive
4/ vote tory/republican despite the crap competition
5/ eat kidneys ever again
6/ eat tripe soup ever again
7/ marry another turk
8/ finish this silly meme.

:) kisses sweetie.  

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