Showing posts from September, 2012


Incy Wincy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and Incy Wincy spider climbed up the spout again.

I don't think I'd call this one "incy" or "wincy."  It's a big sucker. But it's web is in a bad state of repair.

The beastie has made itself quite at home on my back deck and doesn't seem to find my taking pictures bothersome so we've found our balance.

The New Season--part 1

I've watched a few of the new shows for the Fall Season and I'm not very impressed. I guess for quality I'll have to wait until the end of the month when Dexter and Homeland get their respective starts.

So far I've seen the first 3 episodes of The New Normal, as well as first episodes of Go On, The Mob Doctor, Guys with Kids, and Revolution.

The New Normal: I though the first episode was uneven, some jokes worked and some didn't. The grandmother (Barkin) was too harsh for me, but of course she was supposed to be, and the two prospective dads were a bit too cutesey. The second episode clicked. The jokes worked and the preachy aspects were worked in quite well. I decided that maybe this show was going to live up to the hype. Unfortunately in the third episode they only had the preachy part on board. What jokes were there fell flat, very flat.

I'll try a few more episodes and see if the quality evens out.

Guys with Kids: Run away from this show. It sucks. The guys …

Rough Love

Actually the phrase should be Rough Wooing but the word "woo" sounds too much like the background chorus in a Motown song for me.

In any case, Rough Wooing is a somewhat caustic reference to the Battle of Pinkie Cleugh. I know, I know. Pinkie Cleugh sounds a little cutesy too, doesn't it? How about this one: Firth of Forth? That's a location in Scotland that the battle was near. The Gaelic version of the name, Linne Foirthe, sounds somewhat more serious.

And a serious battle it was. In Scotland the battle is also known as Black Saturday, and for good reason. While estimates vary, something like 30,000 Scots went up against around 17,000 Brits and at the end of the day a third of the Scots were dead but only 600 British died that day. That's the kind of lopsided result that can really make a nation mourn for centuries.

It happened in September of 1547. The King that started it was already dead, the future king it purportedly was started for was only 9 years old …