If you haven't been notified about this blog already, you are in for a treat.  It's not entirely Safe For Work, but neither is it NOT Safe for Work.  It all depends on what the gentleman has been mumbling about on any specific night.

So, the gentleman is British, married and talks in his sleep.  And seems to be a completely different person while in Dreamland (according to his wife, who runs the blog, he uses Americanisms that he just would never use while awake, for example).  But the

Just a random sampling of nuggets of wisdom that have erupted in the dead of night:

"Oompa loompas don't sing in heaven. They tidy up the clouds."

"Don't... Don't put the noodles and the dumplings together in the boat. They'll fight! The noodles are bullies. Poor dumplings."

"Vampire penguins? Zombie guinea pigs? We're done for.... done for."  (I've had D&D games like this.....)

"Yah, I can't believe in God when I'm THIS good."

"It's definitely time to get up. Yes. My dog needs a new tutu."



Oh yeah, you all msut go an read  sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/ right away:  It'll put you into a wonderful mood for the rest of the day.....

Current Mood: amused

        As was knocked about at yagowe 's B-Day party, Aliena and I are once again offering up our domicile for a New Year's Eve Party for those interested in coming over and having the usual round of silliness, pink champagne, debates, flirtation, music and general merriment

        As usual with New Year's Eve Parties, crash space can be made available -- we don't want anyone attempting to drive home either under the influence or too tired to see straight.

        We'll supply a certain amount of ice, snacks, mix and, yes, even booze, but bringing along your own never hurt, either (not everybody likes cheezies....).


Location: 
        A&E Central, (Time, well.....wasted)
        (You should know where that is by now.....)

Time:
        We'll start the merriment around 7pm.  Those arriving earlier may be press-ganged into helping set-up OR starting early, if we've already gotten the joint ready.

Current Mood: giggly

It should never happen to our heroes. Or our villains, either!

The name "Killer Kowalski" may ring a few bells with the older wrestling fans around LJ. He's 81 now, and his knees are in such bad shape they can no longer hold his now-hunched 6-foot 6-inch body up to stand, let alone walk. And between his age and his pacemaker, it gives pause to all the local surgeons who may consider putting him under to give him new ones.

This isn't the terror of the wrestling ring that we grew up with.

Once known as "Tarzan" Kowalski when he first started in the late 1940s, he was one of the first body-builders to hit the mat. After a serious illness in Australia, he became a strict vegetarian, and lost much of his old definition.... and still weighed-in at 280 pounds! Known as an unrepentant shutter-bug, he published a book of his photos in 2000, showcasing not only his friends and "enemies" of the wrestling world, but his travels around the world. The fact that he's a [i]good[/i] phootgrapher makes the viewing all the more compelling.

He gained the name "Killer" in 1954, creating headlines when he accidentally tore the cauliflowered ear of Yukon Eric clean off in a Montreal ring. His matches with fan favourites Bruno Sammartino, Edouard Carpentier and Pepper Gomez were the stuff of legend. He headlined everywhere he went, be it Canada, the US, Australia, Singapore, Japan, the UK or anywhere else. He brought a level of intesity into the ring that he later turned on young proteges at his wrestling school. He proved to be a pretty good teacher, helping Big John Studd, Hunter Hearst Hemsley (HHH), Chyna and others.


(Killer in 1972, with the Americas championship belt in Los Angeles)



A life-long bachelor until two years ago -- "What could I do?" he said in a couple of interviews at the time, "She told me she was pregnant." -- Walter (he legally changed his name from Wladek back in the 60s) now lives for his daily visits from his wife at a Boston-area nursing home.




It should never happen to our heroes.


The Rest of The Story: 
http://bostonherald.com/news/opinion/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1109412

Current Mood: thoughtful

Completely stolen from jackytar (big surprise, I know).

Current Mood: amused

I don't really have anything to say today, but I did find something to share.

A lot of you reading this know the feeling of quality steel in your gauntleted hand, the exquisite, beautiful balance of YOUR blade.  And there are few things that make your palms itch for the feel of the hilt in you hand as watching good sword work.

So enjoy this.....

Current Mood: energetic

Just finished Anything For A Vote by Joesph Cummins. For budding politcal junkies, I think it's a must-have; for those that have been heavily into the political observing scene for anything beyond five or six years, you will likely be aware of much in the book already. But I'll bet that there will still be one or two pieces that will be new to you.



Sub-titled "Dirty Tricks, Cheap Shots, and October Surprises in U.S. Presidential Campaigns", it goes over every single one, including Washignton's first two (which were actually not as squeaky clean as you might expect -- especially not the second one). But Cummins also glosses over many campaigns, just giving it two or maybe three pages (e.g., 1848's Zachary Taylor vs Lewis Cass, or 1976's Carter vs Ford).


I do recommend it if you have any interest in seeing exactly how "dirty politics" have evolved, from buying drinks and transporting the half-sotted voters to three or four or more polling precincts, to the more sophisticated push-polling and even the beginning use of the Internet. Cummins compares and contrasts the modern with the archaic, and writes in a breezy, mostly non-judgemental style (there are very few "nice guys" that make it to this level of politics, after all), and you will find yourself smiling at some memorable failures and backfires, as well as shaking your head at the audacity of some of the tactics used.

My personal shock from the book: Reading Davy Crockett being described as "the Ann Coulter of his age" for his attack-dog harangues on Martin van Buren immediately prior to his trip to Texas.


$16.95 US (actually cheaper through Amazon.ca), and it's only 300 pages, but it's on heavy bond paper, making it a much more physically robust book than I expected. A reasonable price for the amount of info and all. It ain't deep -- this isn't David Attenborough, after all -- but it's undoubtedly something you will find yourself going back to time and again (usually around November, I'm betting....)


A couple of sample chapters are available for viewing on-line through Google (I'd link it here, but can't seem to make the frickin' thing work....)

Current Mood: tired

....like anyone really needed to be told....

But I do check up on things here every couple of weeks, read other people's entries, consider if I have anything worthwhile to say or not (usually not), and son forth.


So, doing my usual checking of my profile and friends list.....and noticing that it's growing.

Hmmm.

Now this is somewhat scary, as it seems that some folks think I might have something to say. Well, being the self -described "long-winded git of the Steps" might have something to do with that (even if I haven't been on the Cathedral Steps in.....three years? About that....)

So I suppose I might have to start coming up with stuff again.


....If I can remember to get around to it. Or come up with something that might acutally be interesting enough to put down for others to read. Or remember a good joke or three.

Or something like that.

So I suppose I'd better hang up a sign here that say "Watch This Space." Exactly what will happen.....I dunno. But something probably will.

Current Mood: thirsty

For The Fallen (Laurence Binyon)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.



....that is all...

The one that used to be in the wrestling ring, that is?

This guy:


Sadly, Dewey Robertson, the wrestler behind the greasepaint, died yesterday of cancer. He was 68, and had wrestled for some 30 years (and maybe more; he was still getting in the ring two or three times a year for charity events and the like only a couple of years ago).

I watched him years before his madman character was created when he was a home-town hero in Hamilton and Toronto, promoted as Whipper Billy Watson's protege. Clean-cut, squeaky-clean good-guy (which was not very close to the truth, even in 1970). But even so, he was something of a success story not only in the ring -- where as the Missing Link, he was the top of the card for a few years -- but also from coming back from extremely serious drug abuse/addiction and suicidal depressions.


Of course, his home-town paper was paying attention. As Dewey or The Link, they loved him. Still do, too.



Here's the link] to the Hamiton Spectator article published on the 14th:  http://www.thespec.com/Sports/article/233525]


Here's the obituary from today's Sports  section:  http://www.thespec.com/Sports/article/235268

Current Mood: thoughtful

I really need to start visiting my own LJ more often than once a month.




Maybe I'll have something interesting to say later; sure don't now.

Current Mood: blah