Peek tar Lady

2007-02-27T23:47:00.000+09:00

A Ruined Poem. Taking a leisurely stroll by the seaside, waves as my only friend. Walking over the toasted sand, the cool breeze tickling my senses, seagulls screaching overhead, their cries a comfort after the noisy city. Coming towards me a couple mellowing in each other's company, the world but a distraction. The sand's eon beauty, each grain a testament to the age of time, and the littleness of our petty existence. Then I stood in dog-poo. DANGIT.

2006-09-12T23:04:00.000+09:00

The Balastrade Cafe, meeting place of many a fellow.
A bright, sweet-smelling Sunday afternoon with birds a twittering etc.
In walks Ululu Margins and Spare Me Friday, intent on only one thing: Java! Soon after but not erstwhile in the least, Peter Napkins strolls in accompanied by Jin Williams, Rumple, and Fins McCready. Noisily, as usual, they sit down and contemplate the menu.
Spare Me Friday notes that Peter Napkins is looking perturbed, but thinks nothing of it.
Then, in a whirlwind of glamour, Deiadre Pullover walks through yon door followed by Cats Mulloon, Jane Janes, Twilly Hunderrson, Ilk Anubis, Valerie Thompson, and Wild Card Pansy. They all say their greeting to one and all and sit politely down next to the others.
Ah! A Sunday afternoon is indeed unfolding.
Before lips are smacked entrances continue afoot.
Fossil J. Nins, Heads on Stepahnie, Void Boons, Fractal Bob, 8 and Threes, Cary Wolf, and Seismic Chittendon all walk single file into their pre-determined seating alotments.
Caffeine highs are already anticipated with unabated breath as yet more members arrive.
Crouton Billies, All over Flinn, Wanainy Humber, Trre Spitsnoon, Lavender Lavender, U2F, H. Diggers, and Jean Preever walk in looking wildy around at once for seating appraisal, of which they are announced.
And so the tinkle of good health starts henceforth, the crew all enjoying good company, fine roasted, enlightening banter, and the passing by of the world outside.
Wonderful!

2006-09-06T00:36:00.000+09:00

Hey!
You know how it was possible in the old days to disconnect the power to a record turntable and spin the record round backwards so it talked in backwards talk?
Yeah, it was eh!
So I was wondering if it is possible to do dat with a DVD player.
Cause you see, I have a hankering to watch Batman in reverse...be kinda funny I reckon. Yeah, hee hee hee. Funny! Backwards Batman. Hoo!
See yas.

2006-08-19T01:03:00.000+09:00

Binty Williams!
Get a train Wolfie! How be your self?
Goodly, fine, dandy and spartan! Ands't yous?
Oh just the luverly shade of yellow! A most enlightening morning was spent at the library brushing up on Dickenson, delightful, just delightful!
Ah yes! The Emily prowse fix! In good taste are thee.
Why thank you Wolfie, you are quite the gentleperson. And connected to such, your performance in the Robbie Burns championship was of splendidness in the most sublime form! Exquisite!
Oh, tis' an overstatement...but I accept gleefully! Har har!
Titter! And what of Sir Pedro Colxacas? Have not I seen of hims't for some moons.
Sir Pedro Colxacas! Oh but I conversed with him only just this last night! Yes, be him of fine health and social standing. Yet he be busy with the Junior Emily Bronte workshop, so time is of essence for himself. I hear his charges are quite the orators despite their lackingness of years.
Wonderful, wonderful! Just! I would be of most divine gladness to see this performance, oh yes!
I predicted so. Here be tickets to said performance just for Sir Binty!
Thankfulness and rotund appreciation of course!
Pleasureness is mine. Ands't whom will accompany Sir Binty?
Tis but a given! Celita Mondays of course!
Superb! Well I must continue my amble in this direction. Has been a pleasant and welcome stop with you Sir Binty. Praego.
Praego! Happy delights!
Happy delights!

2006-08-16T23:33:00.000+09:00

As I look out the window I see blackness.
For you see it is night.
Meaning therefore, yet another day has passed. Yet another.
They pass so quickly don't they?
But to the little ones, of an age so young they do not fully have control of their motor-senses, these days are long and full of time.
Wonders!
But it really makes you wonder why doesn't it?
We are just biding time before the blackness stops along with everything else.
What's the bleeding point then?
Buggered if I know.

2006-08-05T01:41:00.000+09:00

Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson

This song is called Peabo Bryson (Peabo , Peabo)
'Cause we like Peabo Bryson (Peabo, Peabo)
SO!

Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson

He is a soul god (Peabo, Peabo)
We like him alot (Peabo, Peabo)
YEAH!

Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson

Need we sing anymore? (Peabo, Peabo)
We think not (Peabo, Peabo)

Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
PEABO BRYSON!
HURRAY!

2006-07-31T02:17:00.000+09:00

Cow stinkies!

2006-07-21T01:01:00.000+09:00

Elks.

2006-07-01T01:23:00.000+09:00

Fartady Jums! How good to see yous again!
Filo Stumms, well! Be it in front of me person?
Watah!
And how be thyne self this funcular day?
All smooth and hairless! And thyne body and soul?
Guts for garters!
What is of latest musings then?
Ah! Yes! Musings I have had in abundance and of clearness.
Do tell! Do tell!
Well it be this: zodiacal signs are aged and old-hattish. Doesn't one think so?!
Well, comes to think of this...yes, it seems so. Doogie Howsers and all.
Precisely! And so it partook unto mine self to update and modernise, and complete did'st I.
Ooh! Excitement brewing! Carry on!
Well, as you know well, I am of the old fashioned Aries...
Know I well!
Aries being of old fashionedness is replaced by Tarfinkels. What's does thyne mind think?
It think it is splendid! And what of mine old fashioned Taurus?
Oh, tis easy. Busbus!
Ooooh! Wonderful! And Scorpio of our mutual aquaintance, Bums Friday?
Bums Friday is henceforth Sistassle!
Delightful! Let us carry forth in a meandering style to the 'Beans of wonder' and ena Java while I appreciate the rest of the new Zodiac!
Well right it is on the spot! But before we do so I must explain that Zodiac itself is also in replacement. It shall be known henceforth as 'The Tims'.
Ohh! luvery! Walk this way.
I shall.

2006-06-16T01:46:00.000+09:00

I have this theory that goes something like this:

Humans, like other animals and plants come from the ground in the form of minerals, vitamins, basic elements etc.
For example, yo Mama eats a banana and the minerals, vitamins, elements etc go into making yo self.
So you can say as such, in such that what I said, you are made of stuff that comes from bananas and other fruits, veges, meaty things or whatever, which basically originated from the soil. And to elaborate and be more exact, bits and pieces also come from the sun as in vitamin D.
Vis a vis, physically, we pretty much come from dirt and a bit of sun.
So mentally our whole psyche, soul, personality, what have you, must also be made up of bits of something.
Yes! Our whole mental existence is made up of lots of tiny bits of mental components from ages before.
And when we leave this present existence our body melts down thanks to the wonders of bacteria and virus machinations so that our components can be recycled for other purposes not only human in form.
But what of our soul?
Well I have a theory for this also you see.
Our soul is also broken down into tiny little bits which float around in soul space until by purely random selection is used for new existence, human or otherwise.
I suppose you might say this is called reincarnation.
The whole concept of life and beyond the deathy thing is a whole mystery to most but I see it clearly in a way. First of all there is no pearly gate syndrome...what a load of cobblers! We mearly stop existing. Hard to accept menatlly but it is the truth Hubert.
We then after some long and random process reform along with many other soul bits into a completely new and fantastic form of life be it Nematode, Moss, Plankton, Cassowary or what have you.
So, to say that we are reincarnated from one life to another as human only is a load of noogies. And to say that our soul is preserved completely is also noogie territory.
We are unique and will never exist again as the whole we are now.
And our chance of being human again is slim, for you see there are millions of forms of nitrogen based life forms on this here planet Earth, and the human form is but one little insignificant poo.
But what is the big deal about being human anyway, eh Jane?
Not to mention that we shed thousands of skin cells a day...something to muse over there.
Farkney!

So forget your worries and enjoy a cup of Kilimanjaro.

2006-05-29T23:58:00.000+09:00

Society frog

Society frog went about on the town on a balmy Friday night.
Into the bars he went, his place of choice .
He downed a few tequilas and Cuba rivers, feeling good.
A rousing time he did enjoy, the world a blur of happy things the more the night went on.
Yes, Society frog knows how to party, a total party frog.
He knows his purpose, Society frog he does.
It is for Friday night, Friday night, party night.

2006-05-19T13:29:00.000+09:00

Ohhhhhhh, the krebs cycle,
it's something we all need,
the krebs cycle, a very loverly thing
YES! the krebs cycle is what we are singing

It starts with the oxidation of pyruvate,
producing CO2, and acetyl-CoA, woo yeah!
Acetyl-CoA reacts with carbon carboxylic acid, oxaloacetate to form citrate,
that's CITRATE, not NITRATE , oh no!

Through a series of reactions citrate is converted back to oxaloacetate...
oxaloacetate, it's GREAT!.
This cycle produces 2 CO2 and consumes 3 NAD+, (3 NAD plus, 3 NAD plus!)
producing 3NADH and 3H+ (3H!, 3H!)

Are you following us so far? Are you following us SO FAR!
Because it's the wonderful krebs cycle (krebs, krebs, krebs)
because...

It's the krebs cycle,
it's something we all need,
the krebs cycle, a very loverly thing
YES! the krebs cycle is what we are singing

This consumes 3 H2O and consumes one FAD, producing one FADH+,
that'S FADH+, always a plus, plus!!

So we get 1 ATP, 3 NADH, 1 FADH2, 3CO2, waahoo!
And after a little more (little more, little more)
The cycle is complete with
2 ATP (krebs cycle, krebs cycle)
6 NADH (krebs cycle, krebs cycle)
2 FADH2 (KREBS CYCLE, KREBS CYCLE)
and 6CO2 (KREBS CYCLE, KREBS CYCLE)

KRRRRRRREBBBSSS, CYYYYCLLLLLE!
YEAH!

2006-05-06T01:15:00.000+09:00

Wolfie Guns.

2006-04-26T01:54:00.000+09:00

The Bertrand affliction.

Bertrand's neighbour was fascinated with him thy-self.
Because you see, Bertrand was not an ordinary kind of chappie, oh no!
Bertrand, it was partially known, but not exactly sure as to such,
was a kind, gently and totally reliable kind of sort.
His neighbour admired this so much so.
A little too much one might say in such a way that suggests foreboding.
Bertrand was oblivious to anything except joy and wonderment of all things beautiful and pretty.
But neighbour, being of not so sound mind had devious intentions in mind, or perhaps more directly, a twisted warped sense of reality.
Neighbour had evil intentions on little mind.
Bad things happen every day don't they?! Happy things are fine and dandy but awfully rare and so.
Bertrand though had the edge in his flowery outlook on the palpable consciousness of our organic existence.
He was part plant you see, or at least not see because it was so well hidden. A man like being supposedly, but underneath all plant and photosynthesis powered.
Bertrand's neighbour never knew and just couldn't fathom the truth when confronted with the visible facts...Fonzie like!
A knife in his hand he approached Bertrand, intent to do naughties.
Bertrand's arm sliced off like butter on a warm summer morning. Grow back soonish it did!
Neighbour stunned with sight and confusion.
Bertrand just smiled and soaked up the sun.
Oh! The sun! The sun. Provider of all life, taker of a few yes, but provider over all. Bertand's affliction is nothing more than happiness apon himself and others. The neighbour he forgave even before he healed.
But don't love him more just because he is plant. No! He is Bertrand, Bertrand Findlay, human first and foremost, plant by nature.

2006-04-08T01:56:00.000+09:00

Today we're gonna bake a cake (bake a cake, bake a cake)
Yes! We're gonna bake a cake, a very nice cake (very nice cake, very nice cake)
'cause it's our birrrrthday! (BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY, YEAHH!)

It's gonna be chocolate cake, a strawberry cake, a banana cake, a vanilla cake,
a peanut cake, a blueberry cake, a pineapple cake, and a pecan cake...woo yeah!

SO, we're gonna build a cake (build a cake, build a cake)
A very yummy cake (yummy yummy cake, yummy yummy cake)
And share it with our friends (all of them, all of them, hoo hoo!)

It's gonna be raspberry cake, a kiwifruit cake, a caramel cake, a carrot cake,
a coffee cake, a cinnamon cake, a pumpkin cake, and a BIG cake...hootah!

Let's go!

Tum dee dum!

2006-04-03T01:06:00.000+09:00

Howdy all!
Stanky, Peco Stanky hya!
How are you all doing?
Well I'm fine myself, dandy fine!
I haven't told you all what line of work I am in now have I?!
Better tell you then.
I am the head honcho of a ride-on lawnmower business.
And doing well for myself I must say.
We sell mowers all over the country. And I even sold a mower to Mr Bruce Willis! Fine upstanding guy!
I also run a large ranch which is where I go to for relaxin'. Nothin' like roping cattle to unwind! Yeehaw!
Well that's bout all I was gonna tell you all for the moment.
Nice talkin' to you. Yars indeed.
Have yourselves a great day now.

2006-04-02T02:33:00.000+09:00

The castigated cat.

Beware of castigated cats, I have seen what they can do.
It is not nice, not nice at all.
Throw water over them or something.

2006-04-01T23:54:00.000+09:00

I know this guy, his name is Leroy Satan.
Actually his real name is Leroy Cuddles, or something fluffy like that.
But for obvious reasons he changed his surname.
Why he chose Satan I do not know, and when I asked him once he said he was not sure either.
But Cuddles is not fantastic is it?
He is a nice bloke. Not the kind of guy you would think would change his name to Satan anyway.
He does like Ozzy Osbourne though.
He says his new name causes problems. He constantly gets Mormons, Christians, Catholics etc knocking on his door offering to cleanse his soul and other witch-doctory stuff like that. Being the polite chap he is he lets them in for a seance or whatever and gives them a cuppa.
Nice bloke alright.
Yeah so, that's what I wanted to tell yous.
Have a good one eh?!

2006-03-28T00:09:00.000+09:00

That's sad, Mr Tumble, very sad.
I would offer to cheer you up but that is wrong.
When you are sad you do not want to be happy, not for while at least.
Yet, when you are happy you never want to be sad.
Is that a healthy imbalance?
I don't know at all.
But I am here Mr Tumbler, and I always will be.
Stuyvesant.

2006-03-07T00:16:00.000+09:00

Zoli, Nabbs, and Fartardy

2006-02-24T23:33:00.000+09:00

The end of the show...

Toombes! Great show! Splendid elocution too, just!
Why thank you Beeties, I do my best and to the 3rd degree.
Quite an audience tonight, rather spiffing in these ages?
Yes, yes, by far. And a rousing lot they were, raised my ego a tad! Haha!
Rather! Rather! Oh it's quite a life isn't it?
Well, we thespians tend to think so too.
Did my lighting shine in a way that pleased you?
Well of course! You are quite the lighter! Ha!
I am humble in my glee!
I must be off dear friend and lighter of all, I have a dinner engagement with Glenda Punts.
Ah! Ah! Mustn't keep the luverly Miss punts waiting. Make haste with you!
Good bye Beeties, enjoy your all.
That I will, I will for sure! Tarrah!

2006-02-18T01:37:00.000+09:00

Plastic Ramsbury

2006-02-18T00:34:00.000+09:00

...with this rather sharp sword I name thee Bernard the Great...
Oh, terribly sorry, slipped!
Are you ok?

2006-02-12T02:09:00.000+09:00

Well, here we are.
February 12th and all seems well.
But I feel a certain foreboding about things.
The future is clouded with tentacles aloft.
I worry about it.
Throw me some kind of lifeline,
and I will grab it if I can.
Give me a Badger or two first!
Haha!

2006-02-12T02:07:00.000+09:00

Fundackles!
And give me hope, Spoonbill.