Half a league, Half a League, Half a league onward
That is a must watch video. A true represtation of the Crimean War, one of the seemingly most pointless wars in the 1850s. Which doesn’t say all that much. One of the largest is probably more accurate.
Heed the Man's words, he has children
What an awesome man he is, clearly. Bishops who break their vows deserve to be honoured, of course.
In other news, go Burnley!
Demonic liver grapes
Gordon Brown in his true form
So, that time of month, eh? When the werevolves come out (Or not, apparently, the Moon is actually in its Waning Crescent phase, which means it will soon be time for the New Moon, which is everyone‘s favourite novel, of course)
Regardless, this entire blog was for the purpose of presenting the above picture. The Loch NHS Monster. It will rise from the depths of lakes and socialise your medicine. There can not be a more hideous fate imaginable to mankind. Obama’s support for socialised medicine proves he is in fact a Plesiosaur, and Plesiosaurs are not American! They come from the ocean! The Ocean is not America!
Regardless, it is the evening, and I away.
Faretheewell!
¿Por qué no te callas?
Chavez is an arse.
Enough said.
This is from two years ago as of yesterday. Hence the posting.
It’s almost World War One?
As regular Blogees (people who don’t visit at least 4 times a day suck, by the way) will no doubt have noticed, more than 1900 hits have been contracted by my blog, which means that if my number of blog hist were the year, it would be 1901, the year in which Australia became one nation, and Queen Victoria died. Thus, it is time for a super-special blog. Which brings us to the epic poem, which I (your glorious proletarian blogger) wrote in Year 10 (featuring half-hearted attempts at rhyming, before degenerating into an epic free verse).
Poem of poems and places like Nome
This little poem,
Was written in Nome,
By a little green gnome,
Who lived in an orange dome.
That dome,
Somewhere in Nome,
Is possessed by,
The devil’s pet fly.
The previous two stanzas,
Do not involve panzers,
Have nothing to do with this poem,
And are all lies
Lies,
Concocted by little green flies,
Who may use the Deutsche Mark,
But don’t live in Denmark
So we live on an Island,
Which is nowhere near Ireland,
But we don’t use the Deutsche Mark,
Even though, ZEALAND IS IN DENMARK.
The Falklands are an archipelago situated in the southern Atlantic Ocean.
No one there can make a magic potion,
Unlike Harry Potter.
Or that pot plant that nearly knocked me unconscious.
As far as I know this poem has no deep spiritual meaning,
Or worshipped by green gnomes,
Which live in orange domes,
Who write nonsensical poems.
So on this island,
Which is not to be confused with Ireland,
Or Iceland or greenland or Scotland,
Or England or even Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu.
So this is the end,
i won’t go to Tailem Bend,
I will go to Alaska,
Or maybe Nebraska.
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu,
It’s the longest place name in the world,
It tells a story about some Maori hero person,
And his nose flute.
THE END!!!
As you can see, the younger version of myself was clearly insane (this has not changed very much, seemingly). It was actually submitted for an English Assignment, and it received a C.
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).
WILL THE METRIC SYSTEM TURN YOUR HOUSE GAY?
IS SEAN CONNERY TAXING THE CONSERVATIVE PARTY?
HAVE MUSLIMS MADE YOU OBESE?
Of course they have. How can you deny that Muslims are one of the leading sources of Obesity?
Once more, I direct you to this. Unparralelled genius.
It’s actually remarkably like the actual Daily Mail.
Have some Ayatollah
Compound interest is boring! 