Humour

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Sanity Claws

I seem to be on a poetry roll here, kids. When I was 14, Citadel Miniatures put out a small run of a novelty pewter miniature named Sanity Claws: a tentacled menacing monstrosity for the festive season. And now Norm Sherman of the Drabblecast, whom I do not hesitate to call a genius and an…

When I turned 25 my friend Sanna gave me a little poetry anthology that I have since treasured. Kathryn & Ross Petras’s Very Bad Poetry (1997) is a lovely read. One of the versifiers most voluminously represented there is W.T. McGonagall (1830-1902). After quoting his words, “The most startling incident in my life was the…

“Do You Need A Fish?”

A Gambian moment. We’re in an extremely dilapidated taxi that has stalled at the roadside, just a stone’s throw from Tanji village’s main taxi hub. Before getting into the car, my wife and I had to haggle for ten minutes with the drivers assembled there under the dull gaze of the village idiot. And then…

Thanks to Dear Reader Kate L.

Last night I attended Junior’s school concert in the church of St. Catherine in Stockholm. Here are some of the lyrics sung by the 13-14-year-olds in front of the altar. Because the world is round it turns me on Because the wind is high it blows my mind “Because”, Lennon & McCartney And Night-time sharpens,…

Absurd Tractor

A buddy and namesake of mine has a father who is a literature scholar. He wrote his thesis on absurdist drama, Beckett and Ionesco, that sort of thing. This influenced his son’s vocabulary. Once about 1970, when the scholar was out on a walk with his little boy in a stroller, they passed a large…

Sex Advice From An Amateur

[More about sex,, humour; sex, humor.] One of the perks of keeping a well-visited blog is that you get to spy on people using search engines. Extreme Tracking keeps a list for me of the latest search terms which have led people to Aard. It turns out that they’re always largely porn surfers. My entry…

Via Global Atheist and Lousy Canuck.

Jane Austen’s Fight Club

Via Luftwaffe Flak at Boardgamegeek.com

Heretical Room Mate

My buddy Micke and his Japanese college room mate: “I’m Ken Nakamura. Ken means ‘heresy’!” “Really? That’s kind of… odd.” “Yes! It means ‘HERESY’! Rike when you are never sick!” “Ahaaa, you mean ‘healthy’…” “Yes! Correct! What does your name mean?”