Back home in Quebec there are three feet of snow outside the door. Happily, my cohort enjoys cutting perfectly symmetrical paths through it with the smaller of his two shovels, meaning that I am still able to wear the platform boots I bought from Noddy Holder in 1978.
In the garden, local birds (inc. golden eagles, hawks and pelicans) are chewing merrily on the 'nut sacs' suspended from the washing line, and at the end of the garden gambol small mountain bears, feasting on the slices of dried beaver we leave out once a week. It is a bucolic scene, improved only by the background murmur of Bryan Adams, who has taken to campaigning for chicken welfare on the Canadian television news.
As a result of all this distracting pastoral goodness, I cannot be bothered to do much today other than knit and lie about the place smoking my small clay pipe. I shall therefore put the 'onus' on you, my attractive (in a certain light!) readers. Here is some 'online graffiti' that I have seen recently. Which picture do you like best? (And can you spot the one made by a certain superstar illustrator who is very close to my monkey heart?
(Note: it is not my birthday.)
19 comments:
The second from top is a timeless classic that always speaks to the heart.
Third from top is good but a bit 'that guy Andre what's it'.
Fifth from top should be commissioned - it'd fucking fly out of Clinton's.
3.26pm?
Oh. I see. It is because you are Foriegn now.
Just don't come over here nicking our jobs and stealing our women.
I think you mean "consort".
*runs away*
Indigo: no, I meant cohort. (It is a 'running joke' that amuses me, and as I write this blog only to amuse myself, it doesn't matter if no-one else gets it.)
TD: come here and give me a squeeze.
What are you tiny monkey paws knitting?
I don't know. It was supposed to be a scarf (it is the first thing I have knitted since 1974), but it is about a metre wide and will eventually cover my entire body. I am going to keep going and maybe make it into a blanket that then gets put in the bottom of the airing cupboard until someone grabs it in an emergency in 2014 to mop up the red-wine vomit of an overnight guest.
But I am going to finish it, for when it is over I can make something else with some other needles that are not 9, which are too big for my tiny little monkey paws and part of the reason why I have knitted a house-cosy rather than neck-cosy.
I like Mullet best.
Pelicans? Really?
I like "Cock Piss Birthday" best, simply because it includes the word 'cock', which is my mot du jour (and week, month , year, century, etc)
you haven't knitted since 1974? were you even alive in 1974?
someone that contributes to the decay of civilization by allegedly building brands and differentiating parity products doesn't strike me the sort of person that would be born before 1974. no, definitely not. absolutely not.
1969. Fact.
Cock piss birthday is my choice.
(Is the Dog by Andre?)
www.bigdogcomic.co.uk
I bet that link doesn't work.
I am a fan of the dog, who is definitely not Andre :)
1969? Really truly fact? 'Cause that was definitely the BEST year. Trust me. It has the remarkable gift also of making all those born in it not only intelligent and incredibly good looking but eternally 27.
I tried to come up with a clever joke about Bryan Adams and chicken rights. It was going to use the word cock and everything but it's not even 7 in the morning and I just couldn't get it done.
Incidentally, why does Blogger now call me names and only allow me to have a linky "Megan said..." if I bow to its evil wishes? Stoopid Blogger.
Love the dog(cock piss a close second!)
....Dried beaver....!!!???...
Clearly Dave's is the lovely monkey in #1.
I cannot pick a favourite. I love them all.
Okay, it's #2, all right? So I'm a perve. So sue me.
Bryan Adams is against chocking one's chicken. Well, that's what I heard.
"Happy Birthday me artist like dave yes" is the winner.
Choke - choking. Not chocking, although that may be an interesting act I never knew.
Would if I could.
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