Did anyone else ever wonder what happened to Chrisdye's long-time friend and professorial colleague who blogged occasionally at demaisonneuve.com? Well, I was at Edinburgh airport yesterday and happened upon him sitting near the parking lot; luckily I had my camera phone handy and snapped up the scene:
It appears to me that he is on his knees begging for his life from a particularly savage pomegranate. Any other interpretations?
(This really wasn't staged; I actually stepped out of the car at the airport and witnessed this, with not a person in sight to explain why there might be fruit sitting on a bench.)
(I reluctantly declare Ken the winner of the previous Battle of Wits, even though his entry was clearly a reggae reference rather than a funk reference. However, his was the only entry and, in any case, he's from Alberta -- so I don't think we can hold his lack of knowledge of black culture against him.)
This Holiday season welcome jolly ol' St. Nick the way he was meant to be greeted: with 8bit Christmas carols. (All available thru Creative Commons). Including a track by my fave, Bit Shifter.
It would make more sense to me that women are the predators and men are the prey, since we are the ones who are eating them alive. ~Rachel Enck[quote database]