Time...

… today has been awash in guilty pleasures….. and what’s more, it’ll be finished off with my famous spaghetti bolognaise… hey, it doesn’t get much better than that around here… trust me….

… but in reading a few blogs today, I see that North Korea now has newclear weapons….. happy news, no?....

…. yeah, well anyway, I spent a bit of time today tossing out old magazines and periodicals that have accumulated around the house here…. and I found some absolutely fabulous magazine cover art…. one from Military History Magazine and the other from The New Yorker…. both of which will probably sue me if they ever find that I have shared their cover art with you darling, smiling people….

… so as I sat pondering the great universal wistfulness of it all, I took a meager form of solace in the images that were portrayed…. Hey, what can I say?... I do that from time to time….. so join with me, dear reader…. and let the mind wander just a teensy bit….

… behold a mighty Tuareg warrior (which I have mentioned here a while back)… the bane of the Colonial French… the master of the desert…. man, this picture just speaks to me.. from the slightly disgruntled look on his camel’s face to the way his left leg is tossed over the beast’s neck…. the man is just incredible….

… and next, we have King Kong squirting a herd of New Yorkers with a vaguely-banana shaped squirt gun while they gleefully enjoy the deluge…. Check it out….

… so there you have it… we’re all doomed – we’re all gonna die…. Or maybe not, I haven’t decided yet as I have been cleaning weapons this afternoon…. but still, there you go… three brilliant images for you…. three wonderful parallels for you to chew over as you sip your Scotch tonight and enjoy the evening with kith and kin….

… a fierce warrior who refused to change, fought brutally, and was eventually quashed…. King Kong with a squirt gun and cheering New Yorkers holding their giggling toddlers aloft…. and Kim Jong Il with nuclear weapons…..

… don’t look to me for answers, children… only questions.. and don’t inquire as to how my mind arrived at the strange place it has… a place where parallel, politics, societal loss, monsters, apathy, decadence, patriotism, and my choice of yearly periodicals all coalesce into nightmarish hilarity…. don’t ask, because it just is….

… one thing is for sure though… I am in need of a serious recharge…