Willy Or Won't He

In Newfoundland – and by Maritime osmosis the rest of the East Coast – the phenomena of a snowstorm in early Spring is referred to as “Sheila’s Brush”. Well this year not only has “Sheila” been late in her brushing but she’s seen to do it repeatedly since the Equinox. More snow tonight they tell us. At this point we’ll just laugh it off.

And why ever not?

I am pretty open minded but … there are limits to which even I will go. This is just not natural.

Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.

I don’t believe he was able to walk to the table again … or anywhere else for that matter.

Ask an incomplete question …

Thank a farmer!

A biblical oopsy.

Or Italian, French, Spanish, Irish …. or… or ..

A veritable truism.

Nor anteaters.

Work it out.

Hmmmm….

For Doctor Spo.

Memories of dances at Catholic High Schools. Do patent shoes really reflect up?

And finally a tip for the upcoming festival.

The word for April 7^th is:
Photobomb /ˈfəʊtəʊbɒm/: [^1. verb]
1. to prevent a photograph from being taken in the way intended by suddenly appearing or doing something unexpected as the picture is taken.
As often happens the word has been turned into a noun in common usage but has not yet been accepted as such.

The term “photobomb” is a blend of “photo” (short for photograph) and “bomb,” which implies an unexpected invasion. The concept predates the term the concept, which began appearing in the late 2000s with the rise of digital photography and social media. The earliest known photobomb was circa 1853 – when an unknown gentleman (?) appeared in this photo of Sally and Mrs Reed.
Photo courtesy:
Llyfrgell Genedlaethol Cymru / The National Library of Wales.

Time for our weekly weather report. Let’s play reverses Wheel of Fortune and fill in the missing vowel: SH TTY!

Well now that’s out of the way here’s some: SH TS ND G GGL S.

Looks like a building I lived in back in my Toronto days.

Yes, yes I know it’s long past Pi Day but I found this lurking in a file.

Dr Spo tells me it’s warming up in his neck of the woods – 25c/77f today.

I have an idea where the money his parents gave him for accordion lessons went.

Come on, ‘fess up – you’ve always want to inflate at least the life vest.

Thatta boy Steve.

Or the chemical table.

Ask your grandson to do it.

Vive la République!

And they asked me why I liked going to visit Grandma.

“He had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame.”
– Kander and Ebb

Someone’s going to get a grant to write a paper on this.

Grounds for divorce.

You’ve been warned.

The advantage of learning a second language. When I was a kid I could swear a blue streak in Polish.

The word for March 31^st is:
Swear /swâr/: [verb]
^1.1 To make a solemn promise; vow.
^1.2 To make a solemn declaration, invoking a deity or a sacred person or thing, in confirmation of and witness to the honesty or truth of such a declaration.
^1.3 To use obscene or blasphemous language; curse.
From Middle English sweren, swerien, from Old English swerian (“to swear, take an oath of office”), from Proto-Germanic *swarjanan (“to speak, swear”), from Proto-Indo-European *swer- (“to speak, talk”).

The secondary sense of “use profane language” (early 15c.) probably developed from the notion of “invoke sacred names profanely or blasphemously” (mid-14c.).
[Swearing and cursing] are entirely different things : the first is invoking the witness of a Spirit to an assertion you wish to make ; the second is invoking the assistance of a Spirit, in a mischief you wish to inflict. When ill-educated and ill-tempered people clamorously confuse the two invocations, they are not, in reality, either cursing or swearing ; but merely vomiting empty words indecently. True swearing and cursing must always be distinct and solemn ….
– Ruskin, “Fors Clavigera”]

Well didn’t we just get a surprise from Mom Nature. Just as we opened the cedar chest to haul out the t-shirts and shorts the weather seemed to be calling for she bitch slaps us. Snow and temperatures well below zero with more on the way. (click here for seasons update).

And how will we know when spring is really here?

And something from the “wind” section.

What I did on my vacation?

Time for a walk my faithful droogs.

Doctor’s orders.

Watched myself on a video of a Zoom meetings – oopsy.

Well there goes a stop at the Ikea cafeteria for lunch.

How about a run-on pun?

Is it over troubled waters?

English – the language of Milton, Dickens, Shakespeare, and parrots.

He had an edge to him.

Someone’s been had and I don’t mean that sexually.

A musical meme.

Yes I know PI day is over but I just found this one,

And to end the ultimate Knock-Knock joke.

The word for March 24th is:
Tolerant /tŏl′ər-ənt/: [adjective]
^1.1 Tending to permit, allow, understand, or accept something.
^1.2 Tending to accept the beliefs or behaviour of others.
^1.3 Able to withstand or endure an adverse environmental condition.
From Old French tolerant, from Latin tolerans, present participle of Latin tolerō (“endure”).

This has been a less than traditional Maritime winter and today was no exception. By tradition it’s March 17^th and it should be a blizzard out there but today is grey and mild.

A little late in the day as most people who should read this are probably beyond help.

Probably belongs in a curmudgeon session but …

And here’s an ear worm for you.

Dad Joke time.

Was it something you learn from your mummy?

See above.

Makes sense. Sort of ….

Snort. Snicker.

Don’t know about where you live but here on the Island you sell your shirt to pay the electric bill.

Could be wurst! Could be Toilettenpapier!

I date myself so often with these things.

Been there! Done that! Department

And the traditional groaner.

Now for something punnish.

And as always something of a religious nature.

And a final Irish joke.

The word for March 17th is:
Brogue /brōg/: [noun]
^1.1 A strong dialectal accent, especially a strong Irish or Scottish accent when speaking English.
^1.2 A heavy shoe of untanned leather, formerly worn in Scotland and Ireland.
^1.3 A strong oxford shoe, usually with ornamental perforations or wingtips.
Irish and Scottish Gaelic bróg, from Old Irish bróc, shoe, possibly from Old Norse brōk, legging, or from Old English brōc.
The “accent” sense may instead be derived from Old Irish barrog (“a hold (on the tongue)”).