The concept behind the competition is that you are pitted against another blogger, given a subject and instructed that one of you is “for” the subject while the other is “against”. You then blog the hell out of the issue in a witty if not informative way and hope you take the audience with you. The voters appear to be mostly American and since even I don't get half of my jokes (yes dear readers if you have been under the misapprehension that this was a factual blog which tells life as it is you have been mislead and should sue the bejeevers out of the creator of the BlackLOG) I fear for my chances. If only the competition was decided on meandering away from the subject and baffling the readers I would feel a lot more comfortable….
I think poor Average Girl is already regretting accepting me as a contestant – it started off so well, I got my entry in early and was prepared to sit back, not touching it, while waiting patiently for my blog battle to be published. Now for me this was more tricky than having a loose tooth and an inquisitive tongue or having a chew in my mouth and not chewing….If you ask Mrs B she will confirm that I am a natural born tinkerer….
It was going so well until Average Girl confirmed my entry had been received but mentioned that it looked a bit complicated to publish. Other than being emotionally drained after each publication I also find myself physically exhausted from all the fiddling with HTML code to get the post as close to my original vision as is possible (more often than not it does not end up in the same universe, my imagination is far better than my ability). A little knowledge of HTML can be a dangerous thing and often ends up tripling the time taken to publish.
I decided to do the honourable thing and try and simplify it for Average Girl….only….Once I went back in to the Blog it was like I had been transported back to Rome in AD 64 - the city was ablaze. I had a stringed instrument in one hand, a spent match in the other and a name badge that said “Nero – access all areas”. I was left with no option* but to fiddle….. So tune in next week to find out how all that fiddling went, how the BlackLOG copes with the confines of a subject and will the Time Travle Police catch up with me and charge me for burning down Rome.....???
* Talking of no option, I read the following review of the film The Fallen - "I was forced to watch this film** the other night only because on the cover it stated in big bold letters Saving Private Ryan but better" ......Hmmm, this person obviously has a real strength of character and isn't easily swayed by other people's opinion. I can imagine the following quote from the inquest into their death
** Proof that the keyboard is mightier than the machine gun or at least in this case the remote control
OK that’s the excuses out of the way. In other BlackLOG news:
Last weekend we co-hosted a Ski pre-union for our ski holiday at the end of March – with 9 diaries*** to co-ordinate it proved harder to arrange the pre-union than the actual holiday itself.
*** incidentally we do have a spare space if anyone is interested. Preferably female as it would involve sharing with Lisa and her extensive collection of wigs and all things glittery……..
Kirsty and Joe (OK Joe) did the starter and dessert, the starter being a Nigella Lawson dish – Scallops in a pea puree. Thumbs up for the scallops but in my anti-vegetable opinion, the pea puree was like an extra from the Exorcist and there was so much of it. I’m not sure if it was Nigella or Joe who decided there should be bucket loads of the vile substance in case the head-spinning scene needed a couple of takes….
Dessert was a lemon and meringue mousse which went down very nicely. Unfortunately though, this lemony dessert prompted calls for Limoncello which ultimately resulted in Mrs B writing-off the whole of Sunday. (Mrs B may not have managed the head-spinning part of the Exorcist but she certainly seemed to make good use of the spare pea puree.) She missed the inaugural Hertford Barnstormers Comedy night on Sunday evening, leaving Mala, Craig and I to face the wrath of the comedians as a threesome. Fortunately we managed to avoid being in the front row, which predictably became the focus of the comedic attention…..
Sandwiched in-between the scallops and lemon mousse, Mrs B created a rather wonderful main course: pork tenderloin with a spinach and ham stuffing, complimented with potato boulangere and veggie bits.
An excellent night was had by all but I wish someone had told the cats that getting to bed at 4am means you really don’t need a cat call at 7am….
If it was not so sad it would be hilarious
I caught the end of some Australian animal rescue program the other day, a call had come in that some scumbag redneck, or whatever the Australian equivalent is, was holding two possums (possi, Possies, who knows what the plural is?) hostage. The Australian animal rescue team explained that it was illegal to maintain a possum in a built up area as people had no idea how to feed and look after them. (Personally I thought you hung them upside down in a tree and waited for autumn.) They managed to catch one of the possums (while the redneck and the other possum managed to evade capture) and dragged it screeching and wailing like a banshee (so much for fainting and playing dead) to a vet. The vet gave it a thorough workover and declared that it was fit and healthy, well fed and relatively well adjusted. The head animal rescue officer then somehow managed to keep a straight face while he explained that the possums would need to be euthanized for their own protection…What the…?
The scumbag redneck turned out not to be so rednecked or much of a scumbag. Other than having a grey pony tail, he was a perfectly normal, or what passes for normal, Australian. He had rescued the two possums when they had been orphaned as babies and were on a one-way ticket out of this life. Non-redneck had hand-reared these possums, saving their lives but in the process making them so tame that the animal rescue team wanted to waste them……
Sense prevailed and they put the redneck down while the possums were let off with a warning …
They gave non-redneck a possum licence.
So after all that emotional roller coaster of, would we get to watch? 'two little possum funerals and the live shooting of a redneck on the run', it was just a typical effort of TV program makers to inject excitement into a fairly dull run of the mill event.
Who am I to criticise? It is not unlike an episode of the BlackLOG, except I manage to eradicate any vestige of excitement and significance from our otherwise vaguely lived lives….
Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels
KW Produced so far - 180
This has earned us approximately – £76.75 so far
KW generated in the week - 30
Record of the week
Fiddle About by the The Who -
Ski pre-union party pictures
it's 7am in the morning and I’m not happy that I only got 3 hours sleep ."
the blog) had just dropped off her two dogs….