A local cab driver, arrested after some white powder was found in his baggage as he returned from an overseas flight, will remain in jail for at least another week. Ayman Abed Raboh, who was mistakenly arrested along with three men in Fort McMurray suspected of having terrorist connections, says his life has been ruined. The Taliban is proving to be a surprisingly tough force, the Pentagon said Wednesday. “We can thank God that they don’t have aircraft, heavy armor, or shoes.” U.S. jets logged deadliest-known attack on group linked to suspect bin Laden, killing 22 innocent people.
Mr. Hamstead, in the 8th Volume of his useful Collections, tells us, the vessels were very good made at Fulham, but all flat, the Difficulty in making a hollow Dish was thought insuperable, because it must be burnt to that Degree, that the Heat of the Fire made the Sides fall: But this ingenious Christian surmounted the Difficulty, and hath many Years ago actually made several very delicate Pots of English Materials.
In the glaze were wrought A Skeleton in Metal; it is well done, but only to the short Ribs. Venus and Cupid in Wax-work. A Sort of Bachus, or Antick, pouring out Liquor, with a Bull’s Head betwixt his Thighs, or perhaps a Rams, relating to some Local Custom, like that of a Flitch of Bacon at Dunmoe in Essex: It is of Wood, and hath in old Characters Belly merry In a different script. The History of Joseph of Arimathea’s entombing our Saviour, whose emaciated Corps is very well represented in the Winding-sheet.
The open-faced sandwich doesn’t constitute closure under moist conditions and should be consumed in less than a bite.
Tarsands came in from the north looking for loose Janes in sterling condition. Mans and the armed, minted edition. Short run.
Thou art to me more sweet
than a thousand milligrams of synthetic sucrose
thou art to me more noble
than all the defrocked priests in Babylon
thou art to me more normal
than all the split infinities ever to collapse in this world or the next
thou art to me more natural
than the bible
Battling their way out of Lord Flogg’s fog in the Londinium Tower, Batman and Alfred, in a cab, and Robin in the Batmobile, head for Ffogg’s estate to rescue Batgirl. Ffogg and Lady Peasoup, discovering their lethal fog pellets are too stale to finish off Batgirl, go for a fresh supply and learn that Batman has entered the grounds. At the dungeon, Ffogg pushes Batman down the steps and throws the fresh gas pellets after him. Robin, meanwhile, has been bitten by a deadly bee, and Lady Peasoup instructs Prudence to take him to the girl’s dorm to die while they all go to the Tower of Londinium. Dispersing the lethal fog with Anti-Lethal Fog Batspray, Batman files away at Batgirl’s chains, and Ffogg, realizing he’s pressed for time, makes final plans for escape to Argentuela in a private plane.
Laudator Temporis Acti
Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound 115 (tr. Alan H. Sommerstein):
What sound, what scent has been wafted to me, unseen,
from gods, from mortals, or from both together?
Ennius, Annals 451 Skutsch (tr. E.H. Warmington):
And the trumpet in terrible tones taratantara blared.
Titinius, fragment 20 Ribbeck:
Meanwhile a stinking breeze assaults the nose.
Vergil, Aeneid 3.228:
An awful sound amid foul stench.
Dante, Inferno 21.139 (tr. John D. Sinclair):
And he made a trumpet of his rear.
William Shakespeare, King John 5.2.117:
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
John Milton, Paradise Lost 1.236-237
A singéd bottom all involved
With stench and smoke.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Orpheus,” lines 35-37:
What wondrous sound is that, mournful and faint,
But more melodious than the murmuring wind
Which through the columns of a temple glides?
This is the behind-the-scenes account of the deeds of one Harvie Winestein, late of Hollywood, one among the many who shall be renamed maneless, though that thought trigger the hairs in your fundament.
Man’s favorite sport, according to valedictorians, is knocking up the better half. Legend has it that Winestein proved this to the nth degree. But legends have a half life. We now know less than we used to, and are forced to invoke fuzzy logic and high-school chemistry.
Setting out in the tub of our redemption to do the autobiography of this Harvie, also known as Shaggy Dog, and the Creature of the Black Habit, we met with a headwind to choke a horse. The best we could muster was to cover our asses as the ice closed in.
When Harvie was casting for Been Her, he let out so much line that his leader got entangled, and the backup tripped on their shoelaces.
His wife travelled with him to exotic locales to reenact scenes from the great books, according to the decision of the wise ones, western as well as eastern.
It was in the fall of the year that the Hairy Ainu abducted Saint Pocahontas, as she and her retinue made their way along the route now known as the Scallop’s Gonad. It was a major victory for the Ainu in their battle against Saint Peter, who had been sent by the devil to put a twist on things.
The victory celebrations went beyond the believable as you can imagine.
Xenomanes didn’t arrive until festivities had petered out. There were few survivors. Their divergent versions of shed little light.
The International Committee on Taxonomy of Viruses’s classification includes fifteen taxa: realm, subrealm, kingdom, subkingdom, phylum, subphylum, class, subclass, order, suborder, family, subfamily, genus, subgenus, and species, to be applied for viruses, viroids and satellite nucleic acids.
I rejoice that I am not called upon to express the sentiments with which a tired and hungry man in oil-skins regards logarithms.
Robinson, Walter D. “Navigation without Logarithms.” Science, vol. 39, no. 1016, 1914, pp. 912–914.