Laughing Lhursday*

Congress on the subject of ‘Time Management’ in Vienna. A German and a Japanese on their way to the underground. The German says: "If we hurry, we'll catch the next train." Both start running.
On the train, they both sink into their seats, panting. The German wipes the sweat from his forehead and gasps: "Ten minutes saved!"
Asks the Japanese: "And what are we now going to do with the ten minutes?"

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

 

 

Laughing Lhursday*

The artist's commission:
Paint within 3 minutes
Don Quijote on Rocinante and Sancho Panza on his donkey
approaching a windmill.
And voilà!
As an encore, the artist even added a scorching sun over La Mancha,
or is it a dust-wreathed herd of mutton? ...

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Bird poo art

However you spin it

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Comic cloud

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Typo in the title?
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Laughing Lhursday*

Eng...land! ... Eng...land!

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Chimney.

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

Laughing Lhursday*

High security!!!

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Still life without Beers & Books.

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

Laughing Lhursday* – Pitch 'n' Putt

As tomorrow James Joyce will – not would! – celebrate his 142nd birthday, and as today is Laughing Lhursday, I think it is about time to once again post this glorious encounter of him and Samuel Beckett.

 James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)


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

Laughing Lhursday*

I hear that 90000 (in words: ninety thousand) earth-dwellers  – LGBTQIA plus  all those genders still to discover, and, believe it or not, even a few women and men) – from this and that continent and many an island swam and walked in a climate-neutral way to Dubai to act as world saviours.
And that's exactly what they did for 14 days in air-conditioned rooms and on full board. Acting.

So let's enjoy a climate of peace on earth, now and forever.

 

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Cat(s) as cat(s) can.

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Typo in the title?
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Laughing Lhursday*

The last visitor

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

 

Laughing Lhursday*

This is ...

... no fairy tale.

 

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Once again I feel relieved
that Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die größten Kartoffeln."
/
"The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes".

Sometimes a saying
can be a great comfort.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

 

Laughing Lhursday*

Another torn knee patch.
The third in two months.
What luck that granny lives vis-a-vis.

Let's see how long this one lasts.

 

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

Across the street from Seanhenge, a Christmas elf named Wolfram moved in at the beginning of December.

He has not yet been seen,
but he writes regularly, and often traces
of his highly varied nocturnal activities
are unmistakable.

The other day he was told in a letter
that the writer's grandfather
had cooked him a portion of rice, and ...

. . . that she, the letter writer,
hoped Wolfram would relish it.

And yes, it did taste, Wolfram wrote,
but asked for indulgence that unfortunately
he did not quite manage
to entirely eat the huge portion.

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
 

Laughing Lhursday*

Weekend market in Spain.
One kilogram of garlic: 3 euros.

Weekend market in my little town.
One garlic bulb: 2.30 euros.

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday* – Salvatore Dalí

Salvador Dalí (11 May 1904 – 23 January 1989)

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

In the year 2097 ...

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

Rocket drive,
computer,
indicator flowers.

Prognosis:
As soon as all police cars will look like this prototype
there will be no crime on this planet.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.