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...I set myself on a search for truth
And he was there to quench my thirst.
But I am still thirsty.
-Arrested Development, "Tennessee"

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Did both the step routine AND the yoga this morning. That's a bit much for before work. But feel very virtuous. And a little bit like I have been hit by a truck. Doing this baby yoga practice, I'm more than a little scared of power yoga...

They aim to win Wimbledon!

Uisgich: okay, am having break from mass tidying and cleaning session due to relatives arriving at the weekend, and am off to get coffee, so will be back in a couple for half an hour?
bagend1993: What relatives?
Uisgich: Mom, Dad, Uncle Mike, Auntie Dorrie, Uncle Frank, Auntie Joan, Cousin Beth and Garth
bagend1993: Holy Frijoles!
Uisgich: Oh, and two of Dorrie and Mike's friends
bagend1993: In your actual house, or at a hotel?
Uisgich: Just coming to visit, not to stay
bagend1993: Ah.
Uisgich: but feel suddenly obliged to have the place looking like Scottish Show house of the year!
bagend1993: They aim to win Wimbolden!
bagend1993: (or however you spell it)
Uisgich: Who?
bagend1993: The Blanc Manges from outer space.
bagend1993: Sorry, it just seemed the appropriate thing to say.
Uisgich: You have totally fuckin' lost me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uisgich: Keep sayin', I just love the way your mind works!!

As uisgich and I laughed so hard at this today...

From this lovely, lovely website.


Mrs Podgorny: Angus: how are y'going to get 48,000,000 kilts into the van?
Angus: I'll have t'do it in two goes.
Mrs Podgorny: D'you not ken that the Galaxy of Andromeda is two million, two hundred thousand light years away?
Angus: Is that so?
Mrs Podgorny: Aye ... and you've never been further than Berwick-on-Tweed...
Angus: Aye ... but think o' the money dear ... £18.10.0d a kilt ...that's ... (calculates with abacus) £900,000,000 - and that's without sporrans!
Mrs Podgorny: Aye ... I think you ought not to go, Angus.
Angus: (with visionary look in his eyes) Aye ... we'd be able to afford writing paper with our names on it... We'd be able to buy that extension to the toilet...
Mrs Podgorny: Aye ... but he hasn't signed the order yet, has he?
Angus: Who?
Mrs Podgorny: Ach ... the man from Andromeda.
Angus: Och ... well ... he wasna really a man, d'you ken ...
Creepy music starts to edge in.
Mrs Podgorny: (narrowing eyes) Not really a man?
Angus: (sweating as the music rises) He was as strange a thing as ever I saw, or ever I hope to see, God willing. He was a strange unearthly creature - a quivering, glistening mass...
Mrs Podgorny: Angus Podgorny, what do y'mean?
Angus: He wasna so much a man as... a blancmange!

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Mrs Podgorny: Oh, a blancmange gave you an order for 48,000,000 kilts?
Angus: Aye!
Mrs Podgorny: And you believed it?
Angus: Aye, I did.
Mrs Podgorny: Och, you're a stupid man, Angus Podgorny.
Angus: (getting a little angry) Oh look woman, how many kilts did we sell last year? Nine and a half, that's all. So when I get an order for 48,000,000, I believe it - you bet I believe it.
Mrs Podgorny: Even if it's from a blancmange?
Angus: Och, woman, if a blancmange is prepared to come 2,200,000 light years to purchase a kilt, they must be fairly keen on kilts. So cease yer prattling woman and get sewing. This could be the biggest breakthrough in kilts since the Provost of Edinburgh sat on a spike. Mary, we'll be rich! We'll be rich!
Mrs Podgorny: Oh, but Angus... he hasna given you an earnest of his good faith!
Angus: Ah mebbe not but he has gi' me this... (brings out piece of folded paper from sporran)
Mrs Podgorny: What is it now?
Angus: An entry form for the British Open Tennis Championships at Wimbledon Toon ... signed and seconded.
Mrs Podgorny: Och, but Angus, ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.
Angus: Aye, but I must go though dear, I dinna want to seem ungrateful.
Mrs Podgorny: Ach! Angus:, I wilna let you make a fool o'yourself.
Angus: But I must.
Mrs Podgorny: Och, no you'll not ...

Thought for the day - or Friendship, Part 2

A good friend will come and bail you out of jail....... but, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Damn... that was fun!!