Battlefield trivia

We visited the Battle of Bosworth exhibition today. I found some very clear evidence that at least one of my friends had visited it too.

A noble training

A noble training

A noble training - detail

A noble training – detail

So which one of you was it?

Halloween eyes

Seen glowing in the shrub outside our front door:

Cat’s eyes

And more:

Cats’ eyes

Achieved through using the cardboard tubes from inside toilet paper rolls, with eye shapes cut out, and glow sticks sellotaped inside.

Not enough to attract more than a handful of trick-or-treaters, of whom the most enchanting perhaps the small boy with some sort of head gear that gave the appearance of a knife sticking out of his eye.

On going dancing

Mr Bee and I went out dancing last night. When we got home, we found notes from our daughters.

Some extracts:

I hope you enjoyed your dance, and that you managed to talk to other people at least a bit.

Clearly our daughter understands our curmudgeonly introverted natures all too well. For the record, we *did* talk to other people there. And we even danced.

We are fine (no fights).

A fairly minimal standard of being fine…

I hope you had a good time too (I also hope Mum’s feed aren’t too hurt because of Dad’s footwork.

Also for the record, my feet were just fine, and Mr Bee didn’t tread on them at all.

A fairy tale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?”

The girl said, “No!”

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had sex with whomever she pleased… did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, travelled more, had many boyfriends, saved more money, had all the hot water to herself, watched chick flicks, never wore that fracking lacy lingerie that went up her ass, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants, and burped, swore and farted all the time.

The End.

Walking to Mordor

Walking to Mordor

Description: Screen grab of Google maps, showing walking directions from A: The Shire to B: Mordor. It is tagged with the note: Walking directions are in beta. Use caution – One does not simply walk into Mordor.

Seen on a friend’s Facebook page, so I tried it for myself. And it worked! I had to force it to maps.google.com, rather than maps.google.co.nz, and it took me a moment to realise that I needed to click on the walking directions option. My nerd soul was thrilled.

Recognising what the voice said

Mr Bee has acquired an iPad, and now he is busy downloading apps. The latest is a voice recording one which he thinks he might be able to use for e-mail.

Or maybe not. Does anyone want to hazard a guess about what he actually said in this message?

Dear Deborah I’m sitting here gathering to the table recording a message….

And pray tell, exactly what was he gathering to the table?

Cultural cringe

Hmmm…. 8 out of 10 on the Guardian’s British history quiz. I was wrong on the date for the union of Scotland and England, and out by quite a few decades on the Peasants’ Revolt. But 8 out of 10 was enough to earn a culturally cringing “Excellent.” With no lucky guesses, BTW.

Off you go and try it out.

British history quiz at The Guardian

Except for Nick, who I am very nearly certain will get a better score than me. And Emma. Also Megan, on the same grounds. But not Mr Bee….