Sadly, I found out a week or two ago that the Taurus Steak House is no more :o( According to their website, the staff and owner of this Welsh bastion of after hours munching just couldn't take anymore of the grim behaviour exhibited there every weekend. I fully concur with their thoughts behind why St Mary's Street has ended up like a scene from Dante's inferno and applaud xxxrated's (from whom I nabbed the second link) decision to site the new Bogiez night well away from it. How very depressing.
Baaad weather predictors. Yesterday they said today would be sunny and warm with a high of 18 deg in my area. Woke up to grey skies this morning and a predicted high of 13, which will feel like 10 :o( So much for my planned picnic lunch next to the outdoor pool!
I'm fairly ambivalent on the subject of ghosts, I did see something very bizarre once (in the company of boyfriend-at-the-time who also saw it), but I suspect it could probably be explained by a natural occurance in some way. But anyway, some of the photos featured are clearly the result of long exposures, but a couple are quite intriguing - I fail to see how the shot in seventh place could be explained away by a stick in the water!
As mentioned first by miss_squiddy and subsequently by others, a couple of bots are adding people to their flist in the hope that they might click on their link regarding working from home: jarytso and vypuet. Don't be that fule!
Surely number 3 must be a fake? The size of the crystal compared to the size of the wood grain? Plus the fact that the camera would be unlikely to get that macro without a microscope?
I remember, as a small nicnac, being quite puzzled by the section in the Flinstones intro where Fred pulls into the drive-in for an order of ribs. Being familar with neither ribs nor drive-ins, I had absolutely no idea what the big red curved thing could be, and I think I assumed it was some sort of sunbed. Did anyone else have this confusion, or were you all au fait with ribs and drive-ins when you were small?
I had a moment of nostalgia for my primary school earlier and remembered being taught this poem, but I recall the main character as being called Colonel Fazackerley Butter With Toast :o)
Via rhythmaning, a warning that all is not well in LJ land. I, for one, certainly intend to backup all my entries as soon as I've worked out how to do it.
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