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A small tribute to the Fish Slapping Dance
Stormtroopers 365 > Day 55/365
Beauty of a day today, not a good one to be all caged up.
Title credit goes to Monty Python's Flying Circus and the Pet Shop skit, and the line at 1:59.
Constructive critiques welcome.
"help...me..."
Got a little bunny problem, eh, Buck?
"Stop laughing and get me out of this thing, please."
Does anyone remember the Monty Python character, D.P. Gumby?
Here is a reminder: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNV1U34p6jk
Strobing info:
One Canon Speedlite 550EX. Placed on the table to the left of camera.
One Nissin i40 as slave placed on the table to the right
Does anyone remember the Monty Python character, D.P. Gumby?
Here is a reminder: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNV1U34p6jk
Strobing info:
One Canon Speedlite 550EX. Placed on the table to the left of camera.
One Nissin i40 as slave placed on the table to the right
He likes traffic lights,
He likes traffic lights,
He likes traffic lights,
No matter where they've been.
He likes traffic lights,
He likes traffic lights,
He likes traffic lights,
But only when they're green.
I Like Traffic Lights - Monty Python
© Stella Luna Photography
Terry Gilliam / Animations of Mortality
> The twisted and sordid little secrets of the Wonderful World of Animation
Verlag: Eyre Methuen Limited (England / London; 1978)
Copyright: Terry Giliam, 1978
ex libris MTP
Castle Stalker (Scottish Gaelic: Caisteal an Stalcaire) is a four story tower house or keep picturesquely set on a tidal islet on Loch Laich, Scotland.
While the other castles in Monty Python and the Holy Grail were filmed in and around Doune Castle, Castle Stalker appears in the final scene as Castle Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh. First we see the castle from a distance, next John Cleese uses his outrageous French accent to taunt Arthur from its battlements, then finally a massive attack is launched at the castle with an odd conclusion: The police officers who were investigating the death of the historian earlier in the film arrive and arrest Arthur and the other knights for killing the historian. One of them then turns to the camera and says, "All right, sonny, that's enough, just take off", forcibly ending the movie.
For more Scotland pictures, check out my picture set!
Postcard with a Spanish language advertisement for the movie A Fish Called Wanda, sent to a Postcrossing member in Australia.
light painting in linz, upper austria
models&picassos giggi, christoph doing monty python
my favourite life of brian-joke ;-)
20090919_romani_ite_domum
And now for something completely different ... this is an actual municipal crosswalk sign on Mill Avenue in Tempe. When the light turns green, you know what to do.
Man: Is your uh, is your wife interested in... photography, ay? 'Photographs, ay', he asked him knowingly?
Squire: Photography?
Man: Snap snap, grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more?
Squire: Holiday snaps, eh?
Man: They could be, they could be taken on holiday. Candid, you know, CANDID photography?
Squire: No, no I'm afraid we don't have a camera.
Man: Oh.
Challenge 4: Films
We are all Monty Python fans, so Andrew was desperate to do this scene for the challenge. I'm assured it was included in "And now for something completely different" which was released as a film, so it fits the bill nicely for a bit of mum and son silliness.This is also on my 101 things in 1001 days list:
72. Identify 100 things that make me happy
73. Photograph those 100 things
Say no more!
Who doesn't love waking up and looking our their door and seeing a hunky lumberjack in a tree on their lawn? Who doesn't love The Lumberjack Song by Monty Python? Who doesn't love joining new Flickr groups? Who doesn't love overprocessing photos with Ribbet's Focal Zoom effect to hide the fact that you are out of focus?
www.flickr.com/groups/hereios/ We're Here
Here is a link to the video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZa26_esLBE
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and works all day
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea
He cuts down trees, eats his lunch
He goes to the lavatory
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and works all day
I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars
He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps
He likes to press wild flowers
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars...?
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and works all day
I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspenders and a bra
I wish I were a girlie
Just like my dear papa
He cuts down trees, he wears high heels
Suspenders and a bra?!?
We're Knights of the Round Table,
We dance when ere we're able,
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We're Knights of the Round Table,
Our show are formidable,
But many times, we're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable.
We're Opera mad in Camelot,
We sing from the diaphragm
a looooooot.
In war we're tough and able,
Quite indefatigable,
Between our quests we sequin vests,
And impersonate Clark Gable.
It's a busy life in Camelot,
I have to push the pram a lot.
Does anyone remember the Monty Python character, D.P. Gumby?
Here is a reminder: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNV1U34p6jk
Strobing info:
One Canon Speedlite 550EX. Placed on the table to the left of camera.
One Nissin i40 as slave placed on the table to the right
Tim: There he is!
King Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
King Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit.
King Arthur: Ohh.
Tim: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Sir Robin: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
Tim: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
Sir Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Sir Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Sir Robin: You manky Scots git!
Tim: I'm warning you!
Sir Robin: What's he do? Nibble your bum?
Tim: He's got huge, sharp... er... He can leap about. Look at the bones!
King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
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Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
Rabbit of Caerbannog
"In the film the Cave of Caerbannog is the home of the Legendary Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh. This is guarded by a monster which is initially unknown. King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table are led to the Cave of Caerbannog by Tim the Enchanter, and find that they must face down its guardian beast. Tim verbally paints a picture of a terrible monster with "nasty, big, pointy teeth!". When the guardian appears to be an innocuous white rabbit, surrounded by the bones of the fallen, Arthur and his knights no longer take it seriously. Ignoring Tim's warnings, King Arthur orders Bors to chop its head off. Bors confidently approaches it, sword drawn, and is immediately decapitated by the rabbit to the sound of a can opener. Despite their initial shock and Tim's loud scoffing, the knights attack in force, but are driven to "run away!" as the rabbit leaps and attacks, killing Gawain and Ector. The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch is then used to defeat the beast and allow the quest to proceed."
Rabbit of Caerbannog / Wikipedia
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"Inspired by your favourite movie quote" 52½ weeks of 2009, week #46
Both the rabbit (hand puppet) and the Playmobil knight are my childhood toys from the seventies. It was pretty tricky to get this shot as I was holding the rabbit with my right hand, then focusing, using the timer and then held the knight with my left hand. But I had fun!
But, I am not dead yet.
Here is the short story:
Around Christmas last year I became more and more fatigued with the added aggravation of aches and numbness between my shoulder blades in the afternoons, too much pain and fatigue to even look at Flickr photos. I had extreme difficultly turning over in bed. My knees and the area all the way around
where my thighs meet my torso hurt when trying to sit on the floor or get up off the floor, a problem I have been dealing
with for 12 years. I had shortness of breath when going up or down stairs and difficulty in picking up and carrying slightly
heavy objects. In March my ability to think was worse and I was finding great pleasure in spending more and more time sleeping. Even though I was prefectly happy when I was up and about I decided I must be depressed and without a doctor's prescription started taking Prozac with interesting results. I knew that Prozac really doesn't work for me very well but I took it any way and my back ache and numbness went away after taking Prozac for four days and I could turn over in bed again.....Isn't that interesting????!!!!! Unfortunately the Prozac bad side effects became worse and worse out weighing the good side effects. During the time of worsing side effects I was dealing with crap dumped on me by the Cosmic Outhouse and the Cosmic Jester. I
had begun to suspect that two children that visit us frequently were showing signs of having bed bug bites. I don't really know
how I came to this conclusion. My only knowledge of bedbugs came from the story of a friend of my daughter's who had suffered through the bed bug ordeal. I told the children's mother of my suspensions, started an internet education for myself and OMG
while tiding up for company I found a "bug" on my dust cloth. I had put the "bug" in a ziplock bag, taped it to the car hood
and gleefully watched it die from heat exposure. I was pretty sure "the bug" was a bed bug. One of the sayings I live by is:
"if something is too good to be true then it is." What are the odds of finding the only bed bug in three thousand square feet
of clutter and then there is the basemnt. Panic began to brew in my subconscious. Jerry thought I was crazy but with my
forceful insistence he helped me check all seven beds, every single seam on all sides and we found nothing. The children's mother said she couldn't find any evidence of bed bugs so with after telling my company that our house may have been exposed to bed bugs, they, too, thought I was crazy and came anyway. When three weeks later after spending the weekend here a different child turned up with strange bites on her back, the other children's mother said she was very very very sorry but they did indeed have bed bugs, my daughter's friend stopping by to see if she could identify "the bug" agreeing that it might be the evil bed bug, the brewing panic became full fledged hysteria. Remember I am suffering from fatigue etc. I sent Jerry with "the bug" to the Fayette County Extension Office for identification and took myself to my Physican's Assistant where I confessed my sin of self medicating, jokingly asked to be committed thus saving me from bedbugs, along with a plea of please give me an antidepressant
that will work. My PA while scratching phantom bed bug bites gave me a prescription for Wellbutrin to keep me from gaining weight from the Prozac and for energy. Not yet hearing the results of the bug indentifcation I decide it is better to be safe than sorry and I start the process I have learned from my extensive internet searches of debugging the room the biten child slept in, the doll house room. I am taking all the doll house furniture putting it in ziplock bags and baking them in the
at the lowest setting, putting all bedding in ziplock bags and large toys in heavy duty black plastic bags to bake in the sun.
Since the extension office isn't calling me with their results I call them, the person I want is out to lunch and after several
days of phone tag, continued toy baking the Extension office calls with the BAD news, it is no longer "the bug" but indeed
a "bed bug" capable of reproduction. Jerry can no longer think I am crazy and over reacting. We call an Exterminator.
While checking the first bed the Exterminator being blown away by my clutter says and preparing me for her estimate is saying,"This is going to cost you thousands and thousands of dollars. I tell her about our deep love of the children that exposed us and keep telling her and myself that these kids are worth it!!!! I help the exterminator in everyway I can finally she says, "I really really don't think you have bedbugs and I want you to know I work on commission." (what kind of conflict of interest is that?) She gave us a plan: 1. no company for one month 2. traps for the bed legs 3. Sleep only in the room with the leg traps and see if you catch any bugs. GOOD NEWS!!!!!! We never catch one bug or get one bite!!!!!! The Comic Jester thinks he has played a big joke on me but really it was a blessing in disguise! We bought clothes which we keep at our house which the family changes into BEFORE they come into our house or car and We gave the family tools and instructions to rid themselves of the
bugs. OOOOOPPPPPPSSSSS back to the medical story. I keep going back to my PA with theories....the Prozac was driving me
crazy. She switched me to Zoloft and tried to encourage me to go to a Psychiatrist. Then the Zoloft is driving me crazy: my hands are shaking, my voice is quivering, my knees, thighs, muscles are in EXTREME pain. I cannot get up off the floor without the aid of something to use my arms to pull myself up. I decide I will quit all these antidepressants and maybe my real problem was the lack of vitamin D so off I go to my PA asking for a blood test. She says OK I will do as you
ask but I notice your eye is dropping and I am going to order an autoimmune test. I was defencient in Vitamin D and the
autoimmune test was positive. MY PA made an appointment for me with a rheumotogist and while I waited I looked up autoimmune diseases related to muscle weakness on the internet and decided that Myasthenia Gravis fit my symptoms. The rheumotogist ran 17
different test and GOOD NEWS I did not have Myasthenia Gravis but BAD NEWS I was positive for scleroderma. My son, DIL, several friends and I have been trying to educate ourselves about scleroderma enough to be able to ask the right questions. My test of my muscles showed that my muscles are normal. My doctor does not think I have any symptoms worth consideration but says I should
still be worried and gave me a computer print out on scleroderma from the Mayo Clinic (how Micky Mouse is that?) and told me to watch for the symptoms listed
on that print out....bad word bad word...I already have some of the symptoms on that print out and I happen to know that John Hopkins has a much much much better print out. I guess all in all it really doesn't matter if I am in denial or the doctor is in denial I don't think I am going to die from it and at least after sitting in the sun and taking lots of vitamin D I am starting to have more energy than I have had in years and years and that is a mighty good thing.
I have really missed each and one of you and can't wait to catch up!!!!!!!
Blame Monty Python, but I cannot take hovercraft 100% seriously. “My hovercraft is full of eels!” declared the pseudo Hungarian John Cleese in the Anglo-Hungarian Phrasebook sketch of 1970. The Phrasebook is beyond useless, comprising phrases hinting at an eagerness for casual sex that leads to fisticuffs and its publisher’s prosecution.
This hovercraft however is full of day trippers and holidaymakers as it takes to the water at Ryde Esplanade for a ten-minute dash across the Solent to Southsea.
August 1993
Rollei 35 camera
Kodak Ektachrome 100 film.
His unwitting audience is BBC Nationwide’s roving reporter, John Dull (Graham Chapman).
Ageing folk like myself might remember this scene from the fourth Monty Python series (Episode 4), first broadcast in November 1974.
Photo from a postcard that was attached to my lunch bill at the Mad Dogs & Englishmen bar/restaurant, Tampa.
"Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail."
I think this was the opposite of a cakewreck if I do say so myself. The top picture is what she gave me. I think I improved on the cake a little. The helmet cake was a triple barrel. I rolled out my fondant and before I even draped it over the cake I knew it wasn't enough, but I put it on there anyway. D'oh! It didn't fit!! I had to peel it off, scrape off the icing and chunks of cake that came with it, make more fondant and try again. Using freshly made fondant is not a good thing. Fortunately the terrible finish of the fondant made the helmet have a weathered look. It worked in my favor, I guess.
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving and revolving at nine-hundred miles an hour.
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned, a Sun that is the source of all our power.
The Sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see, are moving at a million miles a day,
In an outer-spiral arm at forty-thousand miles an hour, of the Galaxy we call the Milky Way.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred-billion stars, it's a hundred thousand lightyears side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen-thousand lightyears thick, but out by us it's just three-thousand lightyears wide.
We're thirty thousand lightyears from Galactic central point, we go round every two-hundred-million years.
And our Galaxy is only one of millions of billions in this amazing and expanding Universe
The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding in all of the directions it can whizz.
As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know, twelve-million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure how amazingly unlikely is your birth.
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, 'cos there's bugger all down here on Earth!
Monty Python The Galaxy Song, Eric Idle singing....
LISTEN HERE: www.gecdsb.on.ca/d&g/astro/music/Galaxy_Song.html
“Pero las llamas son peligrosas. Si usted ve una llama donde hay gente nadando, usted [debe] gritar: ¡Cuidado! ¡Llamas!"
Apparently, I am the only one to remember John Cleese’s warning about llamas.
John Cleese of Monty Python and "A fish called Wanda" fame is probably the most important comedian, author and actor in the field of intelligent entertainment, that GB gave the world in the last 83 years. Nevertheless I passed the chance to see him. It would have been my only time and I hate to see old stars repeat their repertoire for the 5000th time.
An American goldfinch feeds well past the point of feeling full in preparation of leaner months to come.
With grateful thanks to:
Wall Decoration :GothicBohemianStock: evelivesey.deviantart.com/favourites/42165127#/d3exf11
Knight:mzacha: www.sxc.hu/photo/793236
Painting: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%27Jupiter_Among_the_Cory...
',_oil_on_copper_painting_by_Giuseppe_Maria_Crespi.jpg){kind=link}
Picture Frame :ChantiiGG: evelivesey.deviantart.com/favourites/42179227#/d30dhgz
Cock .mariamurphy: mariamurphy.deviantart.com/gallery/11766650#/d3fyoxd
Throne :jiffy: officialpsds.com/Throne-gold--red-PSD43260.html
Queen mine and available as stock on Deviant Art: evelivesey.deviantart.com/gallery/27280431#/d3h0dha
Now I realise my historical periods may be a little mixed up - but I can't get the vision of a man in full body armour, running around trying to catch the cockerel, out of my head tee hee :-)))))
"you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you" (Monty Python and the Holy Grail). This sword at Chatsworth awaits Arthur Pendragon