Simian Farmer

Sweet oblivion

I got a full seven hours of sleep last night, the first bout of uninterrupted slumber in recent memory.  I'm always woken up (sometimes three or four times) by the wee two year-old crawling out of his bed and trying to climb into ours beside me.  I don't want him to get comfortable doing this, so I always carry him back to his own bed.  He doesn't resist, sleepy as he is, but he often ends up doing it multiple times and it isn't until nights like last night that I realise how much better rested I am when allowed to sleep through the night.

In honour of that, a free verse poem.  Originally left on a friend's site as a comment, but equally relevant here, for me.

Ah, sweet oblivion!
There was a time
I could find you
In the night.
I go there now, faithfully,
Every ending of the day,
And seek for you
With my eyes wide shut
And my senses adrift
And my consciousness slipping
Into the abyss
Where I know you reside

Only

To be pulled back from
The precipice
By the somnambulant slap
Of tiny feet whose
Body and soul
Want to snuggle at
Two in the goddamn morning.

Best Python line ever?

The title of this post was very nearly:

The randomness - it hurts!

I'm not sure if it's the relatively late hour, or the few honey brown ales that have wet my whistle these past couple hours, but I was struck by a line from a Monty Python movie a short while ago and have since been unable to extricate it from where it is firmly ensconced.  (But, just between you, me and the strange fat man from Jalpur who will accidentally stumble upon this link and wonder what the hell's going on, I'm not trying to get rid of it with too much effort, entertained as I am.)

Taken completely out of any context, I'm currently sure that the very best Monty Python line ever uttered was:

"Strange women lying in ponds, distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!"

It's made me feel childishly giddy for the past couple hours - but again, that could have something to do with the ales.

If you would like to counter my assertion in the comments, by all means, please do.  I pride myself on being an open-minded individual and don't mind being swayed in the presence of a convincing argument.  And truth be told, I'm also uttering (though not quite as frequently) that most searching of questions from The Life of Brian: "How shall we fuck off, O Lord?"  Which certainly trumps my preferred line for sheer shock value, but doesn't have near the staying power, I'm sure you'll agree.

Avast ye scallywags! It's a pirate birthday!

The forecast earlier in the week was for rain on Sunday.  It seems our token bloody sacrifice to Poseidon, Friday night, even though we're a land-locked province, proved fortuitous, and the day dawned sunny, if a bit cool.

This was the backyard calm before the storm.