3 toed sloth

Mycroft has heard worrying reports of laziness in workplaces which are meant to be Buzzing Like Angry Hornets that have become Very Angry.  Mycroft has thus been motivated to attempt to think of the best (worst?) description of lazy behaviour.  The early favourite was:

"Would not work in ten iron lungs"

A few other potential front runners include:

"Slower than an arthritic snail" and
"Slower than an arthritic 3 toed sloth"

A winning combination would appear to be:

"Slower than an arthritic 3 toed sloth in an iron lung"

Readers are encouraged to send in descriptions of Lazy Sloths they have witnessed pretty much anywhere.  The most Slothful Arthritic Snail identified will receive a handsome reward of Nothing.  The nominating reader will have the satisfaction of spotting a Dreaded Sloth.

Well done all.

Wayside Chapel

Mycroft recently attended the reopening of the Wayside Chapel at Potts Point.  This is a fine Sydney charitable project, caring for many in the Kings Cross area who are in need.  In this photo, the official guests at the reopening release balloons to symbolise 'Love over Hate' (Photo by Paul Clark)

Apologies

Mycroft apologises for his lack of posting!

Mycroft's friend, Paul Clark, has been out and about at the Sydney Writers' Festival and posted this on The Flaneur web site:

http://flaneur.me.uk/05/dr-karl-at-the-sydney-writers-festival/

The Block and rubbish decorating

Hello readers, Dale and Sophie of The Block fame are setting new standards in rubbish decorating by decorating their house with a bundle of what look like sticks.  They look like the sticks on the cover of the album Led Zeppelin IV.  See the link to spot Sophie's sticks: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin_IV  The sticks are positioned on a bed head, and thankfully one of the judges has identified this bundle as rubbish.  I expected them to go into orgasmic raptures over this.

Meanwhile, Dan and Danni are conversing in a strange language.  From Danni, it is mainly a sequence of 'awww' sounds which sound a little like a seal barking.

Mycroft is also forced to agree with some critics who recently suggested that Glee has become a television show in search of a plot.  Tonight we are addressing themes of teenage cheating and the death of Whitney Houston.  It is hard to maintain interest in this, though perhaps easier than Alcatraz, which seems to combine ultra violent scenes with a total lack of plot development. An attempt to reprise X Files perhaps?

The Block and strange sounding music

Mycroft has once again amused himself watching The Block.  Tonight there is a strange thing going on with the music.  While Dale and Sophie (the eternal 'newlyweds') are on screen there is music playing which sounds as though it has been lifted from the George Clooney film, The Descendants.  It may have been.  I keep expecting someone to come forward and deck Dale and the Sophster in floral garlands.  Once that music stopped, inexplicably a harp started up.  No doubt it made sense to someone.

Earlier in the day, Miss Fluffy discovered the Charlie Lovett cafe in Norton Street, Leichhardt.  In the photo she is seen enjoying some puppy food. The coffee belongs to Mycroft.  The cafe has a nice little paved area where small puppies like Miss Fluffy can have a little explore.

Lord of the Rings

Long time followers of Mycroft will be aware of his contention that the Dark Lord Sauron would make an absolutely first class tier one management consultant.  Today, Mrs S suggested that some of the other Lord of The Rings characters also needed proper career paths.

This started me thinking about where Hobbits might fit in.  They do seem to have an interest in local provincial sort of issues, such as flower beds, gardens, development applications (think the expanded mill in 'The Scouring of the Shire') and street trees (the Old Forest encroaching on the borders of Buckland). Why not, then, appoint Hobbits to local councils?  They would fit in perfectly. Certainly better than some. Imagine the Ents removing street trees - not very likely.  Unless the trees got up and moved themselves, I suppose.  The Ents operating the woodchipping machines of Leichhardt Council? I think not.  They might make quite good 'stop/go' sign operators.

While the Hobbit story is developing, Mycroft is watching The Voice.  Miss Fluffy is assisting by snoring enthusiastically through the boring bits.  Which is to say, all of it.  It is entertaining to see the Nuremberg rally theme seems to be persisting, with the contestants forced to learn a strange salute which includes clutching a microphone as though it is a salami they are trying to squeeze in the middle.  That could perhaps have a more pleasing effect.

Channel Nine is also advertising a new series called 'Tricky Business' which the advertising makes look as trite as the title makes it sound.  It may be worth watching to determine if it is the worst television show ever made, but that is the only reason Mycroft can think of.

Aircraft

Mycroft was out and about this morning and snapped a picture of this Qantas aircraft over the Leichhardt skyline.  The tower is part of the old Leichhardt post office, no now longer in use as a post office.  It is a striking looking building.  To see a picture of the post office in 1905, go here:  www.leichhardt.nsw.gov.au/Leichhardt.html

In common with everyone else, I am enjoying these clear blue autumn skies.  The blue is a perfect background for photography.

Mycroft confesses

Mycroft is forced to confess that he does not know how people actually speak.  His criticisms of 'The Block' speech and grammar is based on a flawed understanding of how the 'young folks' actually speak.

I'm listening to a couple of them right now.  It actually is a couple.  The woman is sitting on a lounge in a student lounge room in a university while a man sprawls on the lounge with his head on her lap. No mean feat as he has the silliest skater cap in the world on his head.  With long, lank, hair he looks like Martin Bryant in a silly hat.  He sounds like Shaggy from Scooby Doo, only more stoned.  Every syllable is drawn out into a tired drawl as though every utterance is an effort.

He's doing better than his girlfriend anyway, who looks to be in her 20s but sounds about 10.  Though a 10 year old would be more articulate.  She peppers her sentences with "whaaat?' and inane giggles, every now and again saying long words such as 'awesome'.  The occasional inane giggles at least break up the flow of meaningless, inane, chatter.  I've heard more exciting conversation by pulling the cord on an old fashioned talking doll.

Contributing further to the joy of the experience of sitting near these clowns is that one or both of them smells.  Do they shower?  I have to look away now as they appear to be commencing the early stages of sexual congress (the Sexual Congress was not, of course, the Congress of Vienna or other Congresses of similar sounding names).  Ah, all is well now as the activity has worn them out and they have slumped back into a sloth like level of activity.  Make that an arthritic sloth.  Ah the young folks.  Hopefully they are off now to discover something better than Facebook, such as soap.