What we did for Mooncake Festival

First, dig around in lego box for suitable pieces. Construct lantern frame with the chosen pieces. Take it apart. Reconstruct the lantern frame. Take it apart again and repeat until you have a stable frame.

Secondly, go around the house looking for translucent paper and end up in the kitchen where the baking parchment is. Then, find a marker/felt tipped pen to draw with. Swear at the waxy quality of the paper. Look for a permanent marker pen. Draw.

Finally, cover all sides of the lantern frame with the paper, put a tealight in the lego-constructed tealight holder and light it. If you feel like it, sit back and marvel at your ingenuity in the land sadly lacking of the super-versatile “lidi”. Man, I have come a long way.

Oh, and if possible, recruit the help of an equally insane cousin.

Wilbur

Wilburs are prosimian bedamates of the genus Wilburus, which is itself the lone extant family within the infraorder Bedamates. The phylogenetic position of extant Wilburus within the order Bedamates has been debated for much of the past century. The picture above is an excellent example of a Wilburus Redhattus, distinctly different from the Wilburus Nohattus by the irregular red growth on the top of its head.

They are regrettably often mistaken to be of the genus Camelus by those ignorant of the genus Wilburus‘ distinct characteristics. Unlike those of the genus Camelus, Wilburs are friendly and sweet-smelling critters. They are a non-territorial sociable species that enjoy sauntering around to visit the other denizens within their vicinity.

Wilburs have enormous eyes and long feet. Their feet have extremely stable hoofs, which is not how they got their name. They are primarily docile, and prefering to stand around in bed. They are also known to stand around the beanbag. Wilburs consider their reproductive process to be none of our business.

All wilburs are nocturnal in their habits, but like many nocturnal organisms some individuals may show more or less activity during the daytime. They make interesting pets but should not under any circumstances be exposed to any open flame.

Summer Grace EnHui

  

God made the world with its towering trees,
majestic mountains and restless seas.
Then paused and said,
“It needs one more thing,
someone to laugh and dance and sing.
To walk in the woods and gather flowers,
to commune with nature in quiet hours.”

So God made little girls,
with laughing eyes and bouncing curls.
With joyful hearts and infectious smiles,
enchanting ways and feminine wiles.
And when He completed the task He’d begun,
he was pleased and proud of the job He’d done.
For the world, when seen through a little girl’s eyes,
greatly resembles Paradise.

Congratulations to the sister of my heart, if not my blood.

Cockles and whelks

Muks puts together 250g whelks, 250g cockles, a handful of homegrown cherry tomatoes, dill, lettuce and parsley, a smattering of ground pepper and a sprinkling of lemon juice.

The Hitler cycle

Adolf Hitler had only one testicle.

The other notorious person with one testicle was Napoleon, the French Emporer.

What is called a “French kiss” in the English speaking world is known as an “English kiss” in France.

The English queen, Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not.

In the 1500s, most people got married in June, because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June with minimal breath holding.

You can’t kill yourself by holding your breath.

Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.

The placement of a donkey’s eyes in its’ heads enables it to see all four feet at all times.

An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.

Beethoven poured ice water over his head when he sat down to create music, believing it stimulated his brain.

Beethoven was Hitler’s favourite composer.

I hate vegetarians

Actually, I don’t hate all vegetarians. My distaste is mainly directed to the white middle-class holier-than-thou Islington-type.

Here follows what I hope will be a tolerably short list of reasons they give and the reasons I dislike their pretentions:

Sunday afternoon

What do most people do on Sunday afternoons?

1. Getting stuck on the motorway
2. Visit a garden centre
3. Read ikea catalogues
4. Sunday roasts (highly recommended)
5. Watch twenty two inane characters running after a spherical object
6. Generally having a life (bbqs, parks, friends…etc)

Me, I have the @£#?$ privilege of explaining why capital structure and dividend policy theories based on agency cost and asymmetric information are as incomplete as those proposed by Modigliani and Miller (1958 & 1961).

I so much rather be doing more beneficial activities as such this.

Pooh country

The best thing about my birthday is that I get to do fun stuff. I have never worked on my birthday (that is what annual leave is for) and this year Crispy, Mitchy and I went to the hundred aker woods in Pooh Country. It was in this place A.A. Milne wrote of the adventures of his son, Christopher Robin.

As we sat in the little courtyard garden of the Pooh corner enjoying our cream teas amidst the hunny pots, my brother anttyk called me to wish me many happy returns. How on earth did he know that I was demolishing a scone (with two tubs of clotted cream)?

After tea we went for an expotition around the hundred aker woods looking for Poohsticks bridge, North Pole, Roo’s sandpit… Guess who we found on Poohsticks bridge? The silly old bear waiting for friends to play Poohsticks bridge with. Crispy and I obliged… we both won twice.

The silly old bear forgot that he had to throw sticks in.