Still, it could be worse…
…I mean, drink the beer, feed the dog, stab the woman — sheesh.
And our motivational message for the week:
She’s not that self-assured: she’s wearing a bra. I don’t know what that means. My head hurts. It’s Monday.
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All Kinds Of Wonderful
Sent to me by Reader Gerald F., here’s Diana Rigg doing her Mrs. Peel thing.
All I have to say that Mr. Peel was a total idiot, letting her leave the house dressed like that — or letting her out of the house at all, come to think of it.
Best legs, ever.
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As I’ve written before, I used to work from home before all the cool kids started doing it, for a tech company based in Pompano Beach, FL. I used to fly down once a month to attend meetings, hang around and basically remind management that I was alive and doing good things for our clients, and in that time I ate out a lot at the local restaurants both in Pompano and the surrounding towns.
Some time later, I was chatting to one of the tech guys, a Cuban named Danny, and he asked me out for dinner, just the two of us because I was busy on some private skunkwork project and he wanted to get the details. The conversation went as follows:
“Kim, do you like Cuban food?”
“Danny, I don’t like Cuban food — I fucking love it.”
“Really?” (sounding surprised)
“Not just the food, either. I love everything Cuban: your food, your music — I don’t smoke, but if I did, I’d probably love your cigars as well. I love your booze, your way of life, the way you guys dance, and your women — oh my Gawd, your women! — and if I could be reborn to any nationality and culture in the world, it would be as a Cuban, here in South Florida.”
Pause.
“Of course, your system of government absolutely sucks.”
So he took me to a little Cuban restaurant I’d never even heard of, let alone seen. That night I fell in love with all things Cuban all over again, and Danny and I remained friends for years thereafter.
And my little skunkworks project turned into a system which later become an industry standard.
Anyway, here’s a little background Cuban music for you, and of course some local flavor:
¡Compasión!
Friday Night Concert
Just over half an hour of Focus… the guys who pretty much started the whole Dutch “orchestral rock” thing. At the time, there were maybe only a half-dozen bands in the whole world who were doing music like this, and Focus were arguably the best of them.
Today’s Earworm
This one has actually held me captive for the past couple-three days.
News Update
No sponsor wanted to support this Roundup, which given its content, is not all that surprising. So here we go:
...so Captain Jack Sparrow won’t use a gun in any Pirates movie in future? LOL
...I’m out of the loop on this stuff. Does this actually mean anything?
...in tomorrow’s news, cakes, biscuits and chips may prevent cancer.
...hey, if Russia was my next-door neighbor, I’d probably do the same.
...and once again, no mention of flogging or impaling.
...Lynda Carter, Angelina Jolie, Sigourney Weaver and Halle Berry were unavailable for comment.
...and it would be just as enjoyable to flog you with a sjambok for an hour or two, you fucking sicko.
...wait wait wait, I’ve been wanting to say this for years… the defense: “Bitch had it coming.”
...suicide? No? Then I’m not interested, and nor are any of my Readers.
...quoi? Shome mishtake, surely.
And more from the “Hey, It Could Happen!” Department:
…and:
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Damn Spelchek.
From the bowels of INSIGNIFICA:
..fellow rappers Carpet and Adjacent could not be reached for comment.
Finally, not our regular Paige 3, but from one of the original sources:
And that’s it, till next week.