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elledark:

Reality check ..

1. He hits a little ball about a field. Thats all he does. This is a game. This is not important. This is the absolute definition of utter triviality. Whether he hits a little ball about a field or he doesn’t .. so what ?

2. His particular sexual preferences and activities are personal matters. Whether he’s a faithful husband or a womanizer has got nothing to do with anyone else but him and his family. There is no question of ‘legitimate public interest’. Its smutty, sniggering, intrusive curiosity peddled as ‘news’. If this guy, who hits a little ball about for a living, has sex with somebody .. so what ?

With you there, Ellie, as in just about everything

except SU Version Fuck, in which you always saw something I couldn’t, can’t and won’t

;=)

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i8h:

The moment we have all been waiting for!

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Pictured above, Tindink (First Lady of LaLa Land) is accompanied by her very good friend and advisor Chucky Egg aka Cloggo/Clogiron or Eustace (if we are being formal.)

Both are currently touring Australia on extended ambassadorial duties together with other refugees from Stumbleland, many of whom you will be able to meet on these pages if Tink manages to get to grips with life on Tumblr!

So, for the moment……fellow Tumblrs, this is my ‘debut’ and I am very pleased to meet you! :)

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What the hell is going ON?

 

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empress737700

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I am trying to find my way around here. I get so comfortable in an environment and I get all confused when change occurs. So basically I am just typing my first post so it will exist. This will be the best of my life. AND yours.

Ladies and gentlemen, she’s arrived!

Now if I could just figure this craziness out!

Hey, it looks to me as though you’re getting the hang of it very quickly, Gigglebuns!

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What the hell is going ON?

 

empress737700

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I am trying to find my way around here. I get so comfortable in an environment and I get all confused when change occurs. So basically I am just typing my first post so it will exist. This will be the best of my life. AND yours.

Ladies and gentlemen, she’s arrived!

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i12bent:

Hundertwasser: The 30-Day Fax Picture, 1994 (Source)

Also by Hundertwasser on OF

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Day 1

 

kiribird:

Good , got this far


Fast learner, this one! … and I chortled reading further on how she’d asked Cloggo for help.

If she could have seen him only a week or two, grumpy as f… at being forced to change.

And yet it doesn’t show, does it. He’s leading the pack, the Clogiron Appreciation Society for SU Drop-Outs is growing …

and Kiri too will be at home here by this time next week (give or take a few days for Christmas), I betcha.

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For the benefit of new arrivals, and to fill the gap till we’re ready to begin here, I will borrow something that will tell you who I am and what you can expect at this address.

As has been stated elsewhere

~ I rather fancy myself as an unkempt academic who observes life rather than living it and also doesn’t know danger when he’s in it.

~ I feel comfortable saying “he”.

~ I would rather be swallowed by a python than make an entrance as Shirley Bassey.

No 3 of the above will mean nothing to you unless you are familiar with this little clique, of course, but to put it in a nutshell, which is the natural habitat of a nut, it has been made known that I cheated death during the holiday I took between shutting up shop at Stumbleupon and moving in here.

A story alluded to by born-again Tumblr “Cloggo” has described how my quick-thinking “internet wife” Mrs HC claimed me back from a snake which swallowed me in one piece.

I have utterly no recall of this incident but may still be traumatised and don’t doubt it happened.

I do have a propensity, you see, for stumbling upon and into stupid situations, and as I freely confessed at the old school, have fallen out with some headmistresses in the past and had to be extricated from the claws of others, not to mention the jaws of “Nana” Tourettes.

(Incidentally, has she died? I haven’t heard a sound out of her for months, and wondered what was missing)

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Anyway … Having refused to work under SU’s preposterous new limitations and dunderheaded remodelling, I took my leave a couple of months ago and told them not to expect me back.

Since then, it has been a delight to find Tumblr an agreeable and highly adaptable model and I have never been more enthusiastic about teaching and nurturing keen young minds.

I can’t wait to see what you, my “followers”, can come up with given the freedom to let go, and to use the multimedia resources available from Tumblr.

And I would just like to welcome you personally, dear reader, whoever you are, since finding me at this early stage suggests you’re either very curious, already “in the know” or just fated to be here.

Welcome aboard.

Welcome indeed.

There will be more on this page soon but for now I will just show you a couple of holiday snaps printed and presented to me by the newly energised “Cloggo”, who some of you may have known as Clogiron at our old stamping grounds.

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Yes, that’s yours truly pithed at a garden party with his trophy wife and life-saver, who shall remain nameless.

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i12bent:

The popular Koru Flag, a proposed secondary flag of New Zealand designed by Friedensreich Hundertwasser in 1983. It is based on the Koru, an iconic symbol of New Zealand flora.

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There is a picture that hasn’t quite gone viral yet of “me” poured into a slinky lame number, please read lame with an accent on the e.

If that’s not bizarre enough for you (it certainly is for me), it is accompanied by a tall story about a Mrs Hugh-Cry — allegedly an alias of mine — a python and a pedagogue, and ends rather badly.

Or happily, depending on your point of view.

I have analysed this story at some length and asked myself how such an idea got put about. Whether, for example, it could all be lightly dismissed as an old man’s fantasies.

Now if I am to be cast as any of the three characters in this modern variation on the lessons of Eden, it would not be as Eve!

Eve, turned into the personification of evil, gets the worst deal in every interpretation of the Bible and I simply will not play along with God on that.

I can see myself as a hapless and probably becardiganed professor and certainly identify with the slitherer but a bold Shirley Bassey entrance, I can assure you, is not me!

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So I can only surmise that this pythonesque nonsense was the result of false logic and assumptions along the lines of the following: Jude has in the past made up a bored 13-year-old and a 19-year-old flower child – and yes, I did – therefore, ipso facto, she also (would have) created a wishful-thinking illusion of herself as the middle-aged but nicely toned Mrs HC.

But dear readers, I can tell you now, and don’t believe anyone else, she is more likely to imagine herself as a fuddy-duddy bookworm.

From her point of view, HC is a handbag and perhaps a trophy for the unphotogenic Mr Pickett, who is so easily overlooked with his quiet demeanour.

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Please stay on the page, guys. There is more.

I may not know any more than you do why Mrs HC had to be invented or what the next hue and cry will be about, but if I am anyone in that story I am the python. Or the pedagogue.

I am, you see, both a skin-shedder and a creature of voracious appetites, not to mention cursed with a natural ability to set people on their mettle.

I do need to be handled with kid gloves sometimes, and was born in the Chinese year of the serpent.

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And I am the pedagogue as well, in as much as:

~ I do rather fancy myself as an unkempt academic who observes life rather than living it and also doesn’t know danger when he’s in it.

~ I feel comfortable saying “he”.

~ I would rather be swallowed by a python than make an entrance as Shirley Bassey.

The story alluded to by “Cloggo” mentioned how the quick-thinking HC (couldn’t have been me) claimed “Mr Pickett” back from the snake by commandeering a steamroller and, “starting at the tail”, driving the roller along its length and squeezing him back out of its mouth.

She probably saved ITS life too, as the cardigan would have been indigestible.

The steamroller proved useful again later, when the lame (accent on the e) diva needed a costume change but I don’t know who would have driven it the second time as Mr Pickett wouldn’t be capable and I don’t have any other characters to work with.

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I know a bit about Pickett, as a matter of fact.

He can’t drive and is quite useless in the practical sense. I, I mean he, couldn’t save anyone’s life to save myself.

I I mean he am or is, on the other hand, quite comfortable stepping into the shoes of a man who loves nothing more than to read books about (other people’s) adventures out in the wild.

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So I came to my own conclusion about the origins of HC: either Clogiron or an equally eccentric gentleman called Stumbot (pictured above) invented her with the purpose of coming to her rescue.

It was Clogiron’s background in engineering and problem-solving that gave me the clue: he would wrap her in lame knowing she would need help getting out of it.

When the time came he would roll that steam thing over her very gently, starting at the feet, and squeeze her out through the top as if squeezing a man out of a python, until she was all but standing there stark naked.

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For the final stage he would get a grip (an engineer’s vice-like grip) so as to prise her out with a firm tug, and there he’d have it, a real coup for the recently restructured and renamed Clogiron Appreciation Society for SU Drop-Outs.

(The link takes you to a dreadful picture of what look more like Stumblers than Tumblers, accent on the TUM.)

Readers, there is a bit of me in her, TUM and all, but you don’t want to see that.

And she’d be high maintenance wouldn’t she whereas I’m so much more comfortable in a cardigan, and perhaps putting questions to people.

Something I actually intend to do soon, in a formal classroom arrangement.

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