October 21st, 2006

Whale fluke

Boy, are you a sore sight for eyes

Waking up. And typing at the same time. This can be a neat trick.

It's time for another photo weekend! I'm at my parents' empty house in Dundee while they visit my brother's family in Virginia, and will take up space with lots of pictures and the albums I'm putting them into. I last did this almost exactly two years ago, as a diversion from really annoying circumstances; things will be less dramatic this time.
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Whale fluke

Well, that's the crap news

Eye-widening news: Monty Python's Terry Jones has bowel cancer. Terry Jones, the man who could inspire John Cleese to chair-throwing rage with his dark Welsh sarcasm, now has to fight disease. The doctors believe it's been caught early enough to be eradicated. Please let that be so.

Jones is fascinating: a comedy maker and medieval European scholar, who could write about the satire in The Canterbury Tales's portrait of the Knight (seriously, in his book Chaucer's Knight: Portrait of a Medieval Mercenary) and become an expert on (say) the use of human remains during Crusade sieges, and also discuss the use of ducks in witch-finding in Monty Python and the Holy Grail (remember, if she weighs the same as a duck, she's made of wood, and therefore -- A WITCH!!!). He's large and contains multidudes, while at the same time being this tiny squat Welsh guy.

Be OK, Mr. Jones. And when you do get OK, I'm sure you'll find a way to be funny about it. Pythons have been known to do that.

(Found via Poppy Z. Brite's journal)