Well the Marias are over. The girl who won was a big shock to everyone including me. I had my eye on two girls right from the start and it was down to the wire when the dark horse won. There have been a lot of rumblings about the whole thing being rigged. Then front page news when one of the judges who didn't show for the last two sing offs was charged with assault and forcible confinement. Well! What would Maria think of that!
I am the only one I know dopey enough to watch this stuff. The Dearly Beloved not only left the room when it was on he even on a number of times left the building. I can't help myself. I am a sucker for anything even palely Austrian even sentimental tripe like the Sound of Music or Sound of Mucus as Christopher Plummer called it. All those would be Marias galloping around in their upmarket dirndls yodeling their little hearts out had me entranced while the real Austrian in the family was elsewhere quietly throwing up.
So it's all over now. I won't be going to see the play as my favourite didn't win and I can be as sour a grape as anyone else. I wonder if the naughty judge's confinee was named Maria? :( :( :(
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Scrambled Eggs
That's what I have for brains at times- scrambled eggs. I woke up at two this morning and realized that I had got the quote wrong for the previous blog. Here is how it really goes, not that anyone cares, but I do.
"For the want of a nail the shoe was lost, for the want of a shoe the horse was lost, for the want of a horse the rider was lost, for the want of a rider the battle was lost, for the want of a battle the kingdom was lost, all for the want of a horseshoe nail!"
There! Got it right at last. Maybe I will sleep tonight.
"For the want of a nail the shoe was lost, for the want of a shoe the horse was lost, for the want of a horse the rider was lost, for the want of a rider the battle was lost, for the want of a battle the kingdom was lost, all for the want of a horseshoe nail!"
There! Got it right at last. Maybe I will sleep tonight.
Friday, July 18, 2008
All for the Want of a Horseshoe Nail
I just finished watching one of my favourite programs on television. It is called Mayday and is for me the fascination of horror. It is the reenaction of air, sea and rail disasters and the subsequent research as to how it happened and how it could be prevented from happening again. Riveting!
This episode was about a B.A. flight from Birmingham to Spain. They were but a few minutes into the flight when the window blew out taking the pilot with it. He was held by the legs by cabin crew while the poor co-pilot { it was his first time on that aircraft} got the plane down in one piece. Facinating as that was, the real interest began when the hunt was on for why it happened. I won't say anymore as you may be watching the Discovery Channel one day and find yourself watching this and I don't want to spoil the surprise ending for you.
I will give you a clue. There is an old nursery rhyme about the downfall of Richard the Third of England in the Battle of Boswell.
" For the want of a nail the shoe was lost; for the want of a shoe the horse was lost; for the want of a horse the King was lost; for the want of the King the battle was lost; all for the want of a horseshoe nail!"
Not to belabour the point but almost always, unless someone was asleep at the switch { which has happened! } these accidents are tiny mistakes people make unwittingly that balloon into catastrophes. You know what they say: live in the now.
This episode was about a B.A. flight from Birmingham to Spain. They were but a few minutes into the flight when the window blew out taking the pilot with it. He was held by the legs by cabin crew while the poor co-pilot { it was his first time on that aircraft} got the plane down in one piece. Facinating as that was, the real interest began when the hunt was on for why it happened. I won't say anymore as you may be watching the Discovery Channel one day and find yourself watching this and I don't want to spoil the surprise ending for you.
I will give you a clue. There is an old nursery rhyme about the downfall of Richard the Third of England in the Battle of Boswell.
" For the want of a nail the shoe was lost; for the want of a shoe the horse was lost; for the want of a horse the King was lost; for the want of the King the battle was lost; all for the want of a horseshoe nail!"
Not to belabour the point but almost always, unless someone was asleep at the switch { which has happened! } these accidents are tiny mistakes people make unwittingly that balloon into catastrophes. You know what they say: live in the now.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Bedlam
Bedlam for those of you who are unaware is the corruption of the name Bethlehem which was an infamous insane asylum in Georgian England. Of course now it means any form of loud chaos as in: "It sounds like Bedlam in here. Put a sock in it!"
On Thursday I went to the nursing home to visit Mum who went out to lunch a few years ago and failed to return. She seems happy enough and likes to wallop the chap who hands out communion as I wheel her down to the Chapel for Mass. When she is not giving people a clip she mutters to herself what sound a lot like curses and makes throttling gestures. She's not too different from when she was completely with us. She is still pretty angry. However back to Bedlam.
I took my camera with me last week as I said I would send pictures of her to our Uncle Ted who is in England. He hasn't seen her since she became ill and phones often to check up on her. I was clicking away in the Chapel when one of the inmates from the psych ward rose up and began to point and scream. She was afraid of the camera and very angry about having her picture taken. It was sort of a domino effect. All it took was for one to start then they were all at it with whatever display of distress that they have. The noise was incredible! I backed off with the offending camera to find that the gal who had started the ruckus was now to my rear and shouting to anyone who cared that I was here to murder my Mother!
Off to the races again! The poor minders, of whom there are few, had a very tumultuous hour. We got on with the service and to my relief my stalker was led away still shouting the odds. There was lingering agitation but the noise level had dropped. I think there is a special place in Heaven for people who care for these lost souls. I wouldn't last five minutes!
On Thursday I went to the nursing home to visit Mum who went out to lunch a few years ago and failed to return. She seems happy enough and likes to wallop the chap who hands out communion as I wheel her down to the Chapel for Mass. When she is not giving people a clip she mutters to herself what sound a lot like curses and makes throttling gestures. She's not too different from when she was completely with us. She is still pretty angry. However back to Bedlam.
I took my camera with me last week as I said I would send pictures of her to our Uncle Ted who is in England. He hasn't seen her since she became ill and phones often to check up on her. I was clicking away in the Chapel when one of the inmates from the psych ward rose up and began to point and scream. She was afraid of the camera and very angry about having her picture taken. It was sort of a domino effect. All it took was for one to start then they were all at it with whatever display of distress that they have. The noise was incredible! I backed off with the offending camera to find that the gal who had started the ruckus was now to my rear and shouting to anyone who cared that I was here to murder my Mother!
Off to the races again! The poor minders, of whom there are few, had a very tumultuous hour. We got on with the service and to my relief my stalker was led away still shouting the odds. There was lingering agitation but the noise level had dropped. I think there is a special place in Heaven for people who care for these lost souls. I wouldn't last five minutes!
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