There is not enough Batman on my Hamburger
Sorry for the absence, but I have been too busy listening to music, and with a now abandoned Tumblr, and I also haven’t been bothered resetting my password, which was forgotten for the fourteen thousandth time.
The irregular schedule of blogging appeals to me greatly. I can post twice a week and no one will particularly care.
With Tumblr, there seems to be a pressure to post regularly and often. In short, Tumblr is not very good, and users of it should be chucked into a barrel of cats (for that is the solution to all criminal activities).
Have a random photo of the 33rd Regiment of Foot, famous for being in the Sharpe series of novels, by Bernard Cornwell (The series is brilliant, as are most things written by this man), and also for once being under the command of one Colonel Arthur Wellesley, who would of course later become Lord Wellington, of Waterloo fame.
In other news, I was shocked today to find two people who didn’t know where Chattanooga is. It’s abhorrent that people have no idea where random cities are. (Chattanooga is located in the American State of Tennessee (what an odd spelling), home of Country Music and Al Gore (look out for an Al Gore/Dance related blog, coming your way soon!)).
Anyway, until some other time, when I can be bothered resetting my password once more, good evening to you precious blogees, fellower adventurers throw the passageways of the internet (invented by Al Gore, of course).
Welcome!
Woah, so many hits have spontaneously appeared.
Welcome new readers!
I hope you enjoy the treasure trove that is my blog.
I need pictures, so if anyone has any G rated ones that would be pleasing.
Number of grandparents, It is to guide you to victory!
Nação Valente, imortal,
Rise hoje novamente
Portugal é lindo!
O nevoeiro da memória, da
O, um país, como voz
N º de avós
É para orientá-lo para a vitória!
Armas, às armas!
Mar e terra, sobre
Armas, às armas!
País para uma luta!
Artilharia, mar, mar Contra!
Invicta, desfraldar banner
Sua luz brilhante no céu!
Brade em todo o distrito:
Em Portugal está morto
Beija o solo encomendou
Mar, a rugir de amor,
E o vencedor do braço
Dê ao mundo o novo mundo!
Armas, às armas!
Mar e terra, sobre
Armas, às armas!
País para uma luta!
Artilharia, mar, mar Contra!
Saudai o sol subir
Sobre o futuro Ridenti;
É o eco de uma afronta
Redesenho da assinatura.
Dawn da forte feixe
Como um beijo de sua mãe,
Nós, nós mantemos, mantenha
O destino do insulto é anexado.
Armas, às armas!
Mar e terra, sobre
Armas, às armas!
País para uma luta!
Artilharia, mar, mar Contra!
If it has four legs and is not a chair
Tonight’s title comes from a quote by prince Phillip, the Duke of Edinburgh which goes like so;
If it has four legs and is not a chair, has wings and is not an aeroplane, or swims and is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it.
So, have some pictures, firstly Prince Phillip himself:
Such wise, wise words.
And now, an aeroplane, with the wisest words imaginable.
Correct, yes?
And now, some Emperor Napoleon;
Until we meet again, my precious blogees.
DAMN YOU COLONEL WELLESLEY!
That’s right. Stuff his actual title, he’s a Colonel in my heart~.
The truth, aren’t we all the spawn of dearest Arthur? Is his nose not the most noble you have ever seen?
How could Napoleon have possibly thought of fighting against a man with a nose like that? He was truly a mad man to think so.
I know I promised Bismarck to at least one person, but I could not unearth suitable pictures, so Khrushchev will have to suffice.
You heard the man! Heed his wise words. Because the number of exclamation marks is directly proportional to the amount of wisdom in a phrase.
So, what do you all think of Belgian Weather? Is it nice? Do i have any readers who have ventured into the low countries ever? Do I actually have any readers who I haven’t met in person?
I’d have more pictures, but I need more phrases to put on them. I’d like a shirt with the Chapeu picture upon it. That would be brilliant, no?
And now, on a suggestion:
Oh so tasteful, yes?
I feel I am blogging a little too regularly, but what else am I to do?
Anyway, I need a colour photo of Khrushchev, to be used as an advertisement. Find away, mindless zombies!
So, until we meet again, blogees, may the wasteland of the internet be prosperous for your persons.
