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Walking Wearily

From the thought of the north we drift west-by-north-west from Beardmore; the home of the World’s Largest Snowman.  Not that there is a way around this icon as there is only one road in or out of town.  When you are told by the Sherriff to be out of town by sundown, you need only turn one way or another and you are mere steps from the edge of town.

On forthwith less hastily through Jellicoe and onto the region of Greenstone and the downtown buzz of hectic cosmopolitan Geraldton.   Pizza wars rage, bars and pubs come and go as fast as the Speak-Easys are selling boot leg smokes and beer.  You can get black market White fish and Pickerel out of season.  In the land of the infamous Walleye this is a big deal.  Traded and skulked about town like a juicy rumour in a ladies club.

While out fishing you claim to be in search of the ever trophyific Pike, yet secretly yearning for the firm white flesh of the Walleye.  With ever a ready explanation for the Game Warden for the slippery slider on the end of your rod or hidden in an underwater live trap.  Is that cold water delicacy worth it?  Would thousands, well, hundreds, well maybe a handful of poachers need this fix so badly?

Well after sampling most of the alternatives, baring one premium location for food in town, I can assure you that there is a need for the fresh stuff.  One pizza with over rised yeasty paste for dough and the next with sour sauce from perhaps no sanitary conditions in the kitchen and yet a third serving mystery meat on the pie.  Where to turn for life sustaining tucker in this town on the edge of an explosion? 

Will the mines come to town in the fervour claimed in reports of the Ring of Fire?  Will there be transients and residents in this town in untolled numbers since the last gold rush?  Let’s hope so.  Let’s raise the bar and push for commerce in this corner of the north-west.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler , Having been again to Australia

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Dirt Done Good on Da Black Cardigan

Smoothing out the soreness of a laborious day, not the holiday type, and I notice my “GOOD” Cardigan is stained.  The question is whether or not I toss it, turn it, or turf it?  How hard can it be?  Get a three sided coin and start flipping?

Better just flip-out or flip the bird.  No flopping on this pad.  I badgered this last post into submission not even being from Wisconsin.  Not that there are funny Badger songs but this is one of them.

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgersong

and the funniest Wales Badger song.

http://www.veoh.com/collection/RLmusicvids/watch/v282321tWPnppew

and back to the future with,

http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/

not that I had to include the Badger lyrics site as well.

Better to badger the beast, than beat a Badger.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler , Having been again to Australia.

 

My Printer Inked my Wallet.

“The comparable cartridge today only contains a total of 5ml of ink, that's less than 2ml per colour” With 28 ml per ounce, you have one fourteenth of a shot of ink. 40 shots to the quart in this country, and 4 quarts to the gallon.  And you know I am gonna do the math and run the numbers, 14 X 40 X 4 = 2240 per gallon. 

So you bought an Ink Cartridge lately?   Cheapest for one is probably $20 to$40 dollars.  Let’s take the cheapest.   2240 X $20 = $44800 per Gallon.  And we are worried about the price of Crude Oil?

Whaaaaaaaaat????

We have lobbyists and environmentalists and libertarians and left-wingers and right wingers and wing-nuts and politicians and consultants and deviant aliens and do-gooders and neer-do-wells and Ponzi artists and house wives and man servants and feline short-haired six toed protectionist artists and waiters and diners and patrons and users and some untolled number of beings dedicated to arguing about the PRICE OF OIL!

Erstwhile we traipse our sorry butts to the Stipples store sosa’ you can print out my latest Blog!  With little bumps of Branta Canadensis on the back of your neck you slither home in a lather.   But do you out and out rant or out late at night rave about the cost?  Nopers.  You meekly and mildly take your Jobs decision home and install, test, align, and start spitting out reams of unused, unread, unlooked at, unappreciated, unwarranted, unamassed pages of glitter in one of the most precious items known to man.

I think I wanna be covered in Gold like that scene in Goldfinger, it’s gotta be cheaper.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler , Having been again to Australia.

 

 

Flying Fluorescence in the Dark

When the illuminated insect traverses your view for the first time you are generally struck in a gentle way that your eyes are lying to you.  What small item in the cosmos could make such brightness in such darkness?  The buzzing butt of this bug glows like the proverbial Glo-worm.  Their infants by the way

(Photuris lucicrescens) generates luminosity by chemical means 510 to 670 nanometres.

WOW!

Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia.