Just about to sign off – been trotting around for eighteen hours – cool looking eyeballs though – when this wonderful email from my most amazing friend popped up. Thank you for the smiles beautiful Eleanor – you are awesome! MWAH and LOVE!
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.
(Now that’s more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) (I’m still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Don’t try this at home; maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male’s head off.
(Hey honey I’m home. What the ..? )
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes. Lucky pig! Can you imagine?)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.
(I still want to be a pig in my next life – quality over quantity.)
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
(If you’re ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
(Okay, so that would be a good thing.)
A cat’s urine glows under a black light.
(I wonder how much the government paid to figure that out.)
An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)
Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that, too.)
Polar bears are left-handed.
(If they switch, they’ll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
(What about that pig? Do the dolphins know about the pig?)
Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread these crazy facts and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to, maybe even a chuckle.
In other words, send it to everyone! (and God love that pig!)
I’m just going to be visiting around and about catching up with you guys online tomorrow – maybe a bit of sharing, so for those of you with muses as sweet as mine, I’ll leave you with two doodles of the sometimes outrageous ways she treats me. She generally wears all leather, and I’m pretty sure only changed because she knew I had pics in mind. She’s clever like that. Are you stuck? Staring at a blank screen. Just be grateful that you don’t also get lashings of hot cigar ash in your ear all day, and spilled absinthe garlic champagne cocktails spilled down your cleavage. OK. That’s a guy in the pic. I’m trying not to be sexist, and I do have much nicer boobs and taste in shirts. Sorry guys.
Then – just when I’ve been awake for three days straight for all sorts of really stupid reasons, and I lay my weary head upon my pillow, sigh as the sleepy softness envelopes me, and begin to drift off, she gets some super cool ideas, and it’s time to SHARE WITH ME BABY! Still. Got to love her.
Another fine read to add to the hoard.
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Judith Barrow’s Living in the Shadows – Guest Post
Marital violence is as old as marriage itself. Wife beating was both widely tolerated and sanctioned by law in 18th-century England; husbands were legally entitled to strike their wives in order to ‘correct’ their conduct. So-called moderation was the watchword with one judge, Francis Buller, specifying that a husband could beat his wife with a stick so long as it was no thicker than his thumb.
Later, English law allowed women to separate from their husbands because of abuse, but did not let them get
divorced. Husbands were still allowed to abuse their spouses as long as it could not be seen. This meant abuse on the back, where clothing would cover wounds caused by abuse.
It was not until the late 1800s that men were not permitted…
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Did you know that Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, Wool by Hugh Howey, and Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, were all begun for one of the annual NaNoWriMo challenges? Anyone who says that NaNo is just a bit of silliness for wannabe writers might want to ponder that a while, and anyone who is finding their writing stuck or slow going right now might want to consider taking up that challenge this year. You can take it as seriously or not seriously as you like. It’s only thirty days, so the world won’t end if you don’t make your word count or if you absolutely hate what you wrote, but if you’re having trouble getting nice chunks of words down towards your WIP, this little challenge should get you going. I see that there is also a twenty percent discount to purchase Scrivener for this year’s players, so if you’ve…
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I know I should catch up with comments and visit around and about before posting, but I’m in total groupie mode. I logged on to Twitter to do a little catch up there, and spotted a favourite muso site of mine @alhanda was tweeting a bit about UB40. They are, always have been, and always will be my absolute top favourite group ever. I can listen to all their albums back to back every day on a loop and be a very happy bunny. So I zoomed over to their site and saw that they’re going on a world tour. And now I WANT TO SEE THEM RIGHT NOW! Ahem. Anyway. They really did rock Cape Town some years back. There were people on the rooftops, and the air was pretty thick with smoke and heavenly sounds.
It never occurred to me to follow them on Twitter before, because – well – I have no idea, but I followed them today, and they followed me back!
I nearly clocked right out when I saw that. I finally figured out that they follow all their followers back, and I have two thoughts on that. I don’t care if they have hundreds of assistants sending out their tweets. How many megastars have the style to follow us plebs back? Just goes to show – UB40 rock on every level.
If you’re a fan, and how could you not be, check them out on @UB40_org to see when and where they’ll be playing. And follow them too. I’m totally going to tell everyone I know that UB40 follows me on Twitter, and leave the bit about them following all their followers out. Talk about an epic, beautiful name drop. Love those guys. Now before I go back to being the very serious writer that I am – stop laughing in the back there – have some of the good stuff. This is a great example of how following back those who follow you isn’t a bad thing – it really just makes me love them more.
#BookReview. Echoes of Narcissus in the Gardens of Delight by Jo Robinson (@jorobinson176). Creativity and Friendship as Weapons of Liberation
Thank you tons and tons to Olga Nunez Miret, an amazingly talented lady in so many different respects for her wonderful review of my Echoes of Narcissus. I’m grinning from ear to ear.
I’ve been catching on some of the books I had pending, and as I’ve finally got around to reading one by our fantastic Jo Robinson, I had to share. Here it is:
Title: Echoes of Narcissus in the Gardens of Delight
Author: Jo Robinson
Published: 21st December 2014
Genre: Spirituality, Personal development, genre fiction
Donna, the protagonist of this novel, has been married for over thirty years to Marco, a horrible man who has made her believe she’s unstable and unworthy of anybody’s love or attention. Their daughter, Shelley, was packed to boarding school and has avoided the family home ever since. Donna has managed to survive thanks to a huge garden (partly the land of an old farmhouse) and her renewed interest in Horticulture. Researching heritage tomatoes she stumbles…
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Here’s Sally’s latest chapter of her serialisation of her fabulous book Size Matters. Time to wield that willpower! It’s true though – sometimes we’ll go without for the love of others, but don’t extend the same care to ourselves.
Originally posted on Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life:
Chapter Nine – Willpower – Time to put away childish things!
One question I have spent a long time worrying about is ‘How will I find the willpower?’ With over 150 lbs. (11 st, 68 kg) to lose and an uncontrollable craving for sweets and bread, I knew that I was my own worst enemy. Nobody stood over me and force-fed me; the chocolate bars did not throw themselves off the sweet counter into my pocket and the fridge door never opened by itself.
Willpower implies choice. Obviously, many of my cravings were a result of Candida, but, even so, that condition did not make me eat Chinese takeaways nearly every night, nor did it make me raid the fridge for bacon and eggs at midnight.
We are not born with willpower. As babies, if we want something, we do everything we can to get it: scream, cry, and throw…
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