Laughing Lhursday

This is . . .

. . . no fairy tale

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

The Seventh

October 7th not only reminds me of today Vladimir Putin again has come one year closer to his biological end.


Surely His Magnificent Ruthlessness, the President of the so-called Russian Federation enjoys a most happy day with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the flawless democrat happy.
I wonder which one was the most special present today.

 
Seven years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise (?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and assassinated Anna Politkovskaya.

Well, and here's a List of murdered Russian journalists.

Risotto Seanese

Voilà, the ingredients for Risotto Seanese.
Well, almost.

You do, of course, need Risotto Rice,
white wine, (sea-) salt, pepper and Parmeggiano.
Not in the picture: vegetable stock.
In lieu thereof the cod which went with today's risotto.

An Episode

For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. 
The person who coined this will forgive me. 
In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.

It would be a nice story.

Anyway, here is the thought.

Life is the episode between not existing and not existing

Laughing Lhursday

Pink October

One row,
and the digging
will have found its end.

Life's Little Ironies*

Today, not for the first time, someone said to me:

I do admire you for what you are doing,
the more as you are but her son-in-law.


The 'but' let me smile.

She did probably take it for humility.


*With thanks to Thomas Hardy

Monochrome Monday (46)

Both they do help us –
one to live and one to die.
There are some mistakes.

Speedblogging

To speak with Father Jack:
I am so ssooo sssooorry.

So sorry that I posted ten times within a few hours.

How wonderful that anyone can ignore.

Drink! Feck! Arse! Girls!

The peace of the night.

Swarm Intelligence

Does anyone detect intelligence?

Friday is Skyday

Starling in fog.

How boring!

A day's harvest.

It's never too late

After almost fourty years
this crazy bitch of cactus
decided to bloom.

So often I heard
why don't you throw it away.
What wonderful reward.

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