Since I posted about my scepticism over the colour of Mr Spok's blood I have had two definite indications that it actually IS green. Firstly he was horsewhipped and had green wheals all over his back and shoulders and a few episodes later he was shot and bled all over his shirt. "If his heart hadn't been where his liver should be he would be dead." That was Dr McCoy who dislikes Mr Spok and probably mourned the mixed-up anatomy.
Mr Spok is, of course a mule in the true sense of the word and would therefore be, like all mules, sterile. I wonder sometimes how two such incompatible species as humans and Vulcans were ever able to produce Spok in the first place but who is to say what could have been managed in the 30th Century.
The other thing which is occupying my mind currently is the term 'vanilla sex'. I looked it up in google but it was not very informative about how this could have occurred consensually between an archbishop (as he was then) and a choirboy many years ago. "Only vanilla sex" was the defence put forward by the lawyer for the cardinal. I do not think that it was well received since the cardinal is now in jail waiting for his appeal hearing. Small things/my small mind. When I can get around less painfully my thoughts will probably dwell on more uplifting things.
My hip is still painful and the first appointment I can get with my doctor is for next Tuesday so I am managing with painkillers and one crutch. I am hopeful that it will settle on its own but am not holding my breath.
GB1 arrived yesterday with a piece of his birthday cake: very rich, very chocolaty and very delicious. The poor kid failed his driving test and has to wait for seven months to even be able to book for another test. The testers are failing so many kids at the moment that they have created a severe backlog and a lot of people are taking their children to some larger country towns to get their licenses. What they really need to do is for the police to employ more people to test the kids.
The Limerick:-
A girl who was no good at tennis
But at swimming was really a menace,
Took pains to explain,
"It depends how you train;
I was once a streetwalker in Venice."
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Not a Good Week.
I have had a bad couple of days, mostly on Monday when I went into battle against my bank and my printer, neither of which was doing want they should do.
Firstly the bank. GB1 had his 18th birthday on Monday and I had promised that when he turned 18 I would cease giving him pocket money and instead put one year's allowance into his bank account. Because I was likely to come close to maxing my executive account I chose to take the money from another account. Trouble was that that bank refused to recognise GB1's account number although it had always worked before. So I went to the local branch of the bank and checked that I had the account number correct (I did) but to no avail.
Eventually I telephoned the Help Line of the investment bank with the funds to cover the transfer only to find that I had the number correct but that they no longer recognised the bank and branch numbers and only wanted the account number. That is only eight numbers and how many times have those numbers been duplicated throughout the world? Every other payee on my list has the BSB number but no indication from the bank that it is its new policy. However, the help person has assured me that the money is now where it should be. Hopefully when GB2 turns 18 her allowance will go in seamlessly.
And my printer died. It wouldn't print properly and would not allow me to replace the ink cartridges so I unplugged it and bought a new one. For some reason the new one was convinced that my computer was Windows 8.1 and refused to be convinced otherwise so I took it back to the shop and replugged the old one in on the theory that timelining it might fix its problems. Lo and behold - not only did it work but it allowed me to change the ink cartridges without the usual hassle and faultlessly printed out its test page. So it has been allowed to stay.
And I have pulled a muscle in my left hip so am currently using a crutch and will see my doctor next week if it has no improved. I have been there and done that before; I was on crutches when I moved into this apartment seven years ago. What goes around and all that.
The limerick:-
A professor who hailed from Podunk
And was rather too frequently drunk,
Said,"Sometimes I think
That I can parse in pink:
Let me see - it is pink, pank and punk."
Firstly the bank. GB1 had his 18th birthday on Monday and I had promised that when he turned 18 I would cease giving him pocket money and instead put one year's allowance into his bank account. Because I was likely to come close to maxing my executive account I chose to take the money from another account. Trouble was that that bank refused to recognise GB1's account number although it had always worked before. So I went to the local branch of the bank and checked that I had the account number correct (I did) but to no avail.
Eventually I telephoned the Help Line of the investment bank with the funds to cover the transfer only to find that I had the number correct but that they no longer recognised the bank and branch numbers and only wanted the account number. That is only eight numbers and how many times have those numbers been duplicated throughout the world? Every other payee on my list has the BSB number but no indication from the bank that it is its new policy. However, the help person has assured me that the money is now where it should be. Hopefully when GB2 turns 18 her allowance will go in seamlessly.
And my printer died. It wouldn't print properly and would not allow me to replace the ink cartridges so I unplugged it and bought a new one. For some reason the new one was convinced that my computer was Windows 8.1 and refused to be convinced otherwise so I took it back to the shop and replugged the old one in on the theory that timelining it might fix its problems. Lo and behold - not only did it work but it allowed me to change the ink cartridges without the usual hassle and faultlessly printed out its test page. So it has been allowed to stay.
And I have pulled a muscle in my left hip so am currently using a crutch and will see my doctor next week if it has no improved. I have been there and done that before; I was on crutches when I moved into this apartment seven years ago. What goes around and all that.
The limerick:-
A professor who hailed from Podunk
And was rather too frequently drunk,
Said,"Sometimes I think
That I can parse in pink:
Let me see - it is pink, pank and punk."
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Oh, Such are the Dreams of the Everyday Housewife
The heading to this post is actually the title of a song from 'way back when' which has been running through my head for a couple of days as I cogitate on an episode of Star Trek which I watched recently.
The story line:-
The crew beamed down to a planet only to find that the whole population had been ensanguined and were dead. They had all been killed by a cloud which engulfed them and removed the iron from their haemoglobin and of course the cloud managed to get on board the Enterprise where everyone was vulnerable except Spok who was a Vulcan and whose blood contains copper, not iron.
Spok’s skin colour should therefore have been greenish, just as we are pinkish but although he is interestingly pale he has pink lips. The script writers would probably justify it because Spok’s mother was human. Artistic license is alive and well.
I have been trying to de-clutter and am discovering all manner of interesting things. I should explain that when I moved from my house to this apartment I employed packers to transfer everything and unpackers to put everything away. It was all done with maximum efficiency and I have mostly left things where the unpackers put them but I really had no idea about what odds and sods sneaked over here; now I am starting to find out. To quote Spok, “Fascinating”.
The Limerick:-
There was a young lady named Smith
Whose virtue was mostly a myth.
She said, "Try as I can
I cannot find a man
Who it's fun to be virtuous with."
Friday, February 8, 2019
American Teeth
American teeth is a phrase which I first heard on a British TV series called Shetland. In it the female lead was wearing braces on her teeth and stated that she was wearing them because she wanted 'American teeth'.
Since spending a great deal of my time watching American politics I have been noticing teeth. They go from beautiful (RR) to obviously false (RG) to advertisements on Facebook of whole sets of lower teeth suspended above bare gums and with hovering screws which is all a bit scary and one wonders if this also happens to the upper teeth. People in the spotlight have, for eons, had their teeth capped and I wonder if this vision of floating lower teeth is simply an extension of capped teeth taken to the extreme of total extraction rather than crowns where is shows.
The thing which has brought this whole debate is my temporary addiction to watching Star Trek. As I am watching the series on my computer I can get up close and personal and what didn't show when I watched it in the 1960s on a small-screen TV is the state of Mr Spok's teeth. He certainly had the appearance of "smokers' face" with the deep grooves down each side of his nose and mouth and which helped towards his rather strange Vulcan appearance but his bottom teeth are dreadful. They are black at the edges and are seriously in need of a good scale and polish. I suspect that Leonard Nimoy was a heavy smoker with an upper set of American Teeth.
Somebody over in 'A' block wants to use an apartment for Short Stay Tenancy and we are having a meeting to either ratify or vote down the idea. One of my neighbours across the corridor told me that in his apartment (he actually is Italian and lives in Switzerland) there are two short-stay apartments each with sleeping for six. Average turnover is four days and he said that there is no longer any security at all. He is very much against the idea and so am I. I have been sort of acting as an intermediary as his English is heavily accented so I have found out that we need a 'no' vote of over 25% to vote the measure down. Hopefully that will not be too hard to achieve. Fingers crossed but if it is allowed for the one apartment it may happen over in 'B' block as well.
The Limerick:-
There was an old maid of Pitlochry
Whose morals were truly a mockery
For under the bed
Was a lover instead
Of the usual porcelain crockery.
Since spending a great deal of my time watching American politics I have been noticing teeth. They go from beautiful (RR) to obviously false (RG) to advertisements on Facebook of whole sets of lower teeth suspended above bare gums and with hovering screws which is all a bit scary and one wonders if this also happens to the upper teeth. People in the spotlight have, for eons, had their teeth capped and I wonder if this vision of floating lower teeth is simply an extension of capped teeth taken to the extreme of total extraction rather than crowns where is shows.
The thing which has brought this whole debate is my temporary addiction to watching Star Trek. As I am watching the series on my computer I can get up close and personal and what didn't show when I watched it in the 1960s on a small-screen TV is the state of Mr Spok's teeth. He certainly had the appearance of "smokers' face" with the deep grooves down each side of his nose and mouth and which helped towards his rather strange Vulcan appearance but his bottom teeth are dreadful. They are black at the edges and are seriously in need of a good scale and polish. I suspect that Leonard Nimoy was a heavy smoker with an upper set of American Teeth.
Somebody over in 'A' block wants to use an apartment for Short Stay Tenancy and we are having a meeting to either ratify or vote down the idea. One of my neighbours across the corridor told me that in his apartment (he actually is Italian and lives in Switzerland) there are two short-stay apartments each with sleeping for six. Average turnover is four days and he said that there is no longer any security at all. He is very much against the idea and so am I. I have been sort of acting as an intermediary as his English is heavily accented so I have found out that we need a 'no' vote of over 25% to vote the measure down. Hopefully that will not be too hard to achieve. Fingers crossed but if it is allowed for the one apartment it may happen over in 'B' block as well.
The Limerick:-
There was an old maid of Pitlochry
Whose morals were truly a mockery
For under the bed
Was a lover instead
Of the usual porcelain crockery.
Monday, February 4, 2019
More Money - Less Service
My hospital benefits fund has decided, in its wisdom, to up its charges and we now have to claim our benefits by photographing our ancillary receipts, transferring them to computer, I-Pad or mobile phone, go to their on-line site and drag the photos onto their online claim form. This is not a good idea for people not familiar with computers, digital cameras etc and I suspect that some people will simply not claim their benefits, thereby increasing the profits of the fund.
I could not sleep last night so I was up at 3.00am scanning five receipts and sending them off to the fund. I hope that the powers that be can read them. My scanner was playing up and I had to go into Control Panel and open up the printer from there and click on 'scan' to get it to work. Alternatively I could have used my I-Pad or digital camera but it was dark, not optimum for photos of fine print.
I have reached the end of Season One of Star Trek so I am about one third of the way through my videos. The plots are rather stretching credulity but it must be hard to think up over 90 different plots to keep the viewers happy. Admittedly there was only one per week in the olden days and I am taking in one every evening.
And I am almost through my bucket list, finally. I still have to have three of my LED lights replaced and have delayed doing so while waiting for the other shoe to drop as the light over my computer flickered a bit back a few months ago. It will, of course, die as soon as I get the rest replaced. And speaking of electricity - I still seem to be getting mine for free although I daily expect a power bill as it has been a couple of months since my meter stopped registering.
And I need to get a picture hanger in to replace the fishing line holding up those of my pictures which have not yet fallen (only two so far) before Parsifal swings them into oblivion. I have made sure that they are all out of his reach except the large portraits of my last two cats, oil paintings with no glass so not critical if they fall. The picture hanger who advertises most on the internet calls himself The Hangman which is a bit off-putting.
And the Limerick:-
There once was a girl of Siam
Who said to her love, young Kiam,
"If you take me, of course,
You must do it by force,
But God knows you are stronger than I am."
I could not sleep last night so I was up at 3.00am scanning five receipts and sending them off to the fund. I hope that the powers that be can read them. My scanner was playing up and I had to go into Control Panel and open up the printer from there and click on 'scan' to get it to work. Alternatively I could have used my I-Pad or digital camera but it was dark, not optimum for photos of fine print.
I have reached the end of Season One of Star Trek so I am about one third of the way through my videos. The plots are rather stretching credulity but it must be hard to think up over 90 different plots to keep the viewers happy. Admittedly there was only one per week in the olden days and I am taking in one every evening.
And I am almost through my bucket list, finally. I still have to have three of my LED lights replaced and have delayed doing so while waiting for the other shoe to drop as the light over my computer flickered a bit back a few months ago. It will, of course, die as soon as I get the rest replaced. And speaking of electricity - I still seem to be getting mine for free although I daily expect a power bill as it has been a couple of months since my meter stopped registering.
And I need to get a picture hanger in to replace the fishing line holding up those of my pictures which have not yet fallen (only two so far) before Parsifal swings them into oblivion. I have made sure that they are all out of his reach except the large portraits of my last two cats, oil paintings with no glass so not critical if they fall. The picture hanger who advertises most on the internet calls himself The Hangman which is a bit off-putting.
And the Limerick:-
There once was a girl of Siam
Who said to her love, young Kiam,
"If you take me, of course,
You must do it by force,
But God knows you are stronger than I am."
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