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Isn’t that window pretty low down to the ground?

Just going to go out on a limb and say its a basement window.

She’s standing on a sill. But, yes, it’s a low window. This is the original part of the house, which is 16th C.

What are the shadowy objects in front of the window?

They look like two small chickens facing each other with an egg between them.

Maybe that’s what the outside chicken is watching.

Hahaha…yes. They’re two wire art chickens with a wooden egg between them.

My mother-in-law. She’s actually slightly chicken phobic, but she’s fascinated with stories of our chooks. Whenever she sees anything chicken themed, she buys it and sends it to us.

By the way, that blurry object to the right is Lucia Head Chicken. Moving too fast for the exposure. I hate using flash.

Those Edinburgh Fringe arts festival joke judges seem to have Edinburgh Fringe senses of humor. Some of those are a little clever, but not one of them is very funny. Except #10, but that’s more a reflection of my own twisted idea of what to laugh at. The sex/food one is not funny at all. Do you hear me!?! Not Funny At All!

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Thing is, Uncle Al, those are the ones voted the best for the festival but we don’t, um, know what the /other/ jokes were. “Best of” is a moveable feast, heavily dependent on the quality of submissions.

Oh, I don’t know. I liked #10, 5, 3, 2 and 1. So that’s about half of them.

They also mentioned the one marked worst joke of all, but I didn’t write it down.

Look at this mad chook!!!

http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/americas/5554007/Bachmann-compares-herself-to-Thatcher

I should probably have said. . .I don’t actually think those jokes are all that bad, although I would have ranked #2 as the best. #1 is still definitely a snorter, I didn’t get #5, and I chortled at #7. Hope Mirrlees says that there are totems in humor, and I find that a useful way to think about the fact that what makes me laugh out loud in public. . .puzzles some of my best friends.

Fuck me, Can’t hark. Hope Mirlees? Have we had this conversation?

Lud in the Mist blew holes in my little skull when I was, like, nine. I didn’t think ANYbody else remembered Hope Mirlees.

Remind me tomorrow, when I’m sober, to tell you about borrowing the Providence Library’s rare book collection copy of Lud in the Mist.

I think we have some kind of psych test here.

Her Stoatliness and I immediately agreed that our favourite was number 10.

You know, I don’t think that reflects very well on us 😉

Still… at least it means we’re going to hell together.

Sweas, tomorrow morning when we are both sober, there will be no need for you to tell that tale–you already told it (and I didn’t find LITM until I was roughly 20. . .somewhere about 10 years after you I think, but I’m not up to doing the research needed to do the math tonight!). And made me ecstatically joyous, because I knew noone else who valued that book as I did (well, in honesty, I knew noone else who had even read it). I now, thanks to you, know two people who have read and treasure it (that includes you). So. . .yeah, when I threw a Mirrlees mention, I figured you’d catch, but didn’t actually expect this level of public notoriety.

Psych test? Hm. OK, I’ll admit I thought #10 was funny. . .but I’m still going with #2 as best. But then. . .I hang out on a grammar group on LinkedIn, and that probably rubs off.

On the other hand, hm. . .more detail about you and the rare book would be cool. . and fun, at least for me. Not, of course, at the level of chickens and ferrets, but a splendid start for a labor day weekend here where Irene did serious damage. . .but not to me.

I don’t get #6.

I have seen, as a Badger, some things in parking ramps/lots I would just rather forget.

Confirms my opinion that the Fringe Festival is mostly a bunch of morons. Okay, did take the kids (back when they were kids) to a play for children the one time we were there for it, and they did enjoy that, but otherwise, it was just street clutter.

Earlier this week I read an obituary in a private newsletter that said, “He died doing what he loved.” And the young man in question had wrapped his motorcycle (and himself) around a utility pole. No.10 made me laugh.

Husband used to work for an ISP, so when I read No.1 to him, he just stared at me.

I looked it up. We *did* have that conversation, Can’t Hark. Rare book collection and all.

So I see. . .and yes, the details had faded from memory a bit.

hark: I now, thanks to you, know two people who have read and treasure it…

Two and and a half – I’ve read it, but can’t say I treasure it. I stil have the Ballantine PB of it acquired in 1976 – but I’m not sure I ever re-read it.

Probably I will now, to see if I didn’t properly appreciate it before.

As in childbirth, timing and delivery are key.

I laughed at number 10 too. Am I bad?

I thought the chess one was good. I hate chess.