Archive for August 2003
Recent days in the Ramage household have been spent keenly anticipating the arrival of a new, bell-and-whistle-enabled, PC. Said gizmo has now arrived, and is being used to post upon. Attendant glitches, glows of discovery, and frequent and alarming mood-swings are to be expected.
The selected friends have been deleted.
Thank you for your co-operation.
To think it has taken me this long to realise that a site from my old blogroll had received the aforesaid lick, and remains enduringly solipsistic, albeit guised as Speckled Paint ! Abashed, Ramage plucks a virtual tail-feather to send as an aigrette to what is surely one of the most beautiful sites on the web.
No less than seven galleries of ouija boards, from the Museum of Talking Boards. Plus much else, like superstitions associated with ouija boards (…”The very first Ouija boards were made from the wood of coffins. A coffin nail in the center of the planchette window served as the pointer.”…), and movies featuring ouija boards – The Uninvited , from
1941 1944, with Ray Milland and Ruth Hussey, sounds particularly fine.
Via Metafilter .
…typepadistas unite! Ramage stands shoulder to shoulder with the Typepadistas in the blogging revolution! (and anyone else who reads this (like there is anyone else) will have not a clue what I’m on about…(no change there, then)…oh well). I’m all for strengthening community bonds betwixt users of this fine medium, and as the button in the left sidebar (and the link in the right sidebar) testify, I’ve also joined the TypePad Users Webring.
The aforementioned “b u r u n d a n g a !” is not some savage warcry, but a reference to Liza Sabater‘s project to create a directory of TypePad users.
This has been a Public Service Announcement…
Also to be found at PJ Chmiel’s site is a gallery of photos from a roll of Kodacolor 126 film, found inside an “Instamatic X-15” model camera purchased at a thrift store. Get down with that vacuum-cleaner, honeychile!
The sport [of taking of a wild Eliphant] being ended, a messenger comes from the King, which the Druggerman thought had been to have taken away his life. But it was to enquire how the strangers liked the sport. The Druggerman answered that they did cry it up to be the best that ever they saw, and that they never heard of any prince so great in everything as this King. The messenger being gone back, Erwin and his company asked their Druggerman what he had said, which he told them. “But why,” say they, “would you say that without our leave, it being not true?” “It is not matter for that,” says he, “I must have said it, or have been hanged, for our King doth not live by meat nor drink, but by having great lyes told him.”
The Diary of Samuel Pepys, 17th August 1666.