Monday, January 15, 2007

To plagiarize or Not to plagiarize



I was unlucky enough this weekend to be caught with my trousers down.

A reader to my last blog, let’s just call her L commented that I had more or less copied from her article and just changed the wording a bit.

Fair dos! I’ve committed the classic of writers’ sins – plagiarism. Who hasn’t at one time or another? Well, it is January and far too early in the year to be exercising my tired quartz and dipping into the deep wells of my quirky imagination for originality. L suggested that at least I should have cited the source.

I have no Qualms with that and in fact have taken the liberty to go a step further by taking away the ghastly plagiarized text and replaced it entirely with the original work in quotes. The bits that I didn’t plagiarize I’ve left as it is so that at least I can show my half-wit in all its glory.

L commented anonymously and claimed to be the author of the original work. I consider it Quite unlikely that L was the author of the work in question with good intuitive reasoning. Far more likely is that the anonymous reader had clicked on one of my feeds on the front page and came across the article I used for the blog. I strongly suspect also that she is on my friends list and had recently heaped praised for me.

All I can say is sorry L whoever you may actually be… I won’t do it again… promise… well not exactly promise actually but I will be more careful next time at least to ensure what I do has more of the me-ness than of the writer from whom I may source the material.

My good friend Albert Einstein (more about him in a later blog) said:

"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."

It seems then that if Albert is honest enough to admit to some plagiarizing and get away with it then I ought not to hang my head too lowly in shame.

And what about the Bard? Here’s a man from whom I take great inspiration. Did he not commit plagiarism? According to Michael J Cummings he didn’t – Did Shakespeare Plagiarize? But that is just his opinion. The Bard was like you and me, ordinarily human. In his day, his plays didn’t have anything like the fame that they enjoy today.

Since I’m a nearly extinct dodo anyway and probably carrying some kind of avian flu – then watch out if you should dare to point out my faults! I might just plague-rise YOU!!


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Hey Phil, everyone steals a little bit of this and that from each other on here, isnt that what its all about....sharing?

Monday 15 January 2007 - 10:02AM (GMT)

did you receive personal gain and/or were there any royalties stiffed in this heroic effort of yours to borrow something from a friend on your List and repost it so that all of us leftBrained RightThinkers could appreciate it more than what was obviously NOT noteworthy enuf 2 repost the original????

its kinda like she wrote the book and you are writing the script for the movie!

i think U Rock, you PlagueRizing Bird Phlue U!

Monday 15 January 2007 - 11:55PM (CST)

I agree with you Annwyl.

I do this Yahoo blogging in the name of fun, to share interesting things, and sometimes to add my flavour / humour / wit to it. I work full time and certainly do not have the time to work on an individual masterpiece of originality that shines in smartness and is outrageously funny. I'm not in the league of professional writers for the time being. I'm here to have fun and to try. To practice, gain experience and to learn from others.

Tuesday 16 January 2007 - 06:17AM (GMT)

I need more fans like you Paused. :X Thanks.

Tuesday 16 January 2007 - 06:29AM (GMT)


speaking of more friends, like Paused...

i think u'r a hunka hunka burning love!

Tuesday 16 January 2007 - 10:13PM (CST)

Thanks Sai!! The more like-minded fans I have the merrier! :-P

Wednesday 17 January 2007 - 04:17AM (GMT)

You've plaguerised me with your bird-love!! :-P

Thursday 18 January 2007 - 11:13AM (GMT)

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Mid Life Crisis – The Cause of My Quirky Quartz: Testosterone



In a blog I read recently called "Men, men, men" D writes:

"Carl Jung talks about a time in midlife when men and women begin to switch roles, around the mid-forties. While women are just starting to come into their stride, men are slowing down, going "a little soft" as he puts it. Gail Sheehy, author of Passages, among other books, seconds this notion.

Science backs it up. Men lose 1% of testosterone per year starting at age 30 and by age 50 at least half of all men have struggled with erectile dysfunction. In contrast, women's testosterone levels increase while estrogen levels are slowly dropping. Long established "sexual peak" ideas also put men and women at odds, with men peaking at 18 and women peaking at 35.

All in all it sounds like a recipe for conflict. Yet suddenly the notoriously immature middle-aged man dating 20-somethings begins to make a certain kind of sense, surely as much sense as the middle aged housewife's affair with the poolboy... Both men and women are changing and re-evaluating."

D also writes:

"I see blatantly emotional appeals for a relationship at all costs, almost of a poetic quality, that I never noticed before. I see men, grown men, becoming obsessed with a woman. I see men getting cheated on and left. For some reason I never noticed these things going on--in my rush to stereotype, mostly due to being attracted almost exclusively to avoidant men, I never noticed this side of them before. Loving, getting attached, getting rejected, getting hurt."

To this I would like to add that I've seen some men become so obsessed that they go to the lengths of wanting to be ‘enslaved’ to their loved ones. I read somewhere that in BDSM culture men over the age of 35 outnumber the younger males under 35 by six to one and that the proportion of those that are submissive in the older bracket is much higher than in the younger bracket. In the females, the younger ones tend to be submissive while many more of the older ones take a fancy for the dominatrix role… and it’s all to do with the changing of testosterone levels!

Fear not though, this changing of the testosterone levels, really ought to be good news all around. Men coming through their MLC intact should come to realize they now have a better capacity for understanding, sensitivity and consideration. Women can now realize they have the confidence to establish independence and control and enjoy their new found sexual prowess.

For those males who didn’t come through their MLC intact, don’t worry, go see a relationship counselor… and if that doesn’t work… you could try a dominatrix!!

Just kidding about that last option ... No seriously I am

For the article called 'Men, men, men' by D click the link "under the palms".



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it's a bit of a cruel joke, don't you think? Men hit their peak around age 18, women sometime after they're 40. Women are hitting their sexual peak, while men are ready for their recliners and the remote control.....

Thursday 11 January 2007 - 08:11AM (CST)

I like how you write, can you invite me as a 360 friend so we stay connected and I can continue reading your blogs

Thursday 11 January 2007 - 09:01AM (PST)

How can you get divorced and married twice in one year ?
In the US it takes 3 months to get divorced .

Thursday 11 January 2007 - 09:02AM (PST)

Lapis, it will be a pleasure to invite you. Technically in the UK it is impossible to divorce and marry twice in one year because if you marry in the UK a divorce cannot even be considered by the courts until 1 year after the date of marriage. In my case I applied for the divorce in November 2005 and it was finalized in March 2006. I officially married Moon in Scotland in July 2006 with most of my family present. Since Moon's family who live in Vietnam could not come to Scotland, we arranged a Vietnamese style wedding celebration in October 2006. And thus I got divorced and married twice all in the same year. ;-)

Friday 12 January 2007 - 12:35AM (GMT)

hillarious, great story Phil, now I understand

Thursday 11 January 2007 - 06:45PM (PST)

Why can’t they all be the same?
Yet, I guess if they were
We’d never notice the ones that are different!

I live for comments, I really do.
Somebody to play my game with me.
How come we always want what we know we can’t attain?

You come across some that can give you everything
Others that give you what you couldn’t find inside the everything
And then…
Sometimes you can find those that give you what you never imagined.!!!

Friday 12 January 2007 - 11:36PM (CST)

Hmmm... I prefered the original plagiarised version. It was far better! ;-)

Thursday 18 January 2007 - 11:15AM (GMT)

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Goodbye 2006



2006 has been a year of making big changes in my life. Finding a creative side inside that Quartz of mine was one of the key discoveries of this year... I don't know if discovery is quite the right word - I think it's more a realization of something that's always been there in the background. It was there but it was discreetly blended into the rest of my psyche that it wasn't so obvious until I really looked closer and saw it.

Over many years my mind has been moulded to think in straight lines and this is the year in which all of a sudden I seem to have an urge to make those straight lines more crooked. Perhaps it's a side effect of going through a period of an introspective mid-life analytical crisis - A Quirky Quartz...

This was the year in which:

I got divorce, and got married twice…

I finally broke even after years of debt…

I turned 40…

I loss my sister Ann after she had battled with breast cancer for more than 5 years…

I started writing blogs…

I invented Q-ology...

I visited the Great Wall of China…

Conclusion

Life is a weird and strange experience!

In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been lately…

Moon and I went to the UK for our Christmas vacation. For Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day we stayed at my ex’s place in Wales where we all enjoyed Christmas midnight church service, Christmas Lunch at home and a Medieval Banquet at Ruthin Castle.

I arrived back in Shanghai yesterday and today’s my first day back at work.

Hope you all had a super Christmas and I hope you all have a successful and brilliant 2007 as I am going to have!

Sit back and enjoy the ride as this Quirky Quartz gets into action!


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I missed you, lil bro, glad to see you back...

Tuesday 9 January 2007 - 08:51AM (CST)


AWESOMELY Analytically Politically Correct yet Truthfully Soulful BLOG...

I envy You!

Tuesday 9 January 2007 - 09:49PM (CST)

Sorry to be so late with this, but I hope you had a great holiday season. Like you, Bao Anh and I were very busy, mostly visiting kids at the handicapped centers, orphanages and even in the streets. We dressed in red and were often mistaken for other famous personalities (no, not Elvis and yes, I'm implying we are also famous, at least to one another!). We had a great time and seemed to be on the go constantly. The kids outside of our apartment are convinced I am No En (Santa Claus) and Bao Anh is my wife! Woo woo! We followed that up with a trip to Vung Tau and have been laying low ever since-healing for next December's run! Actually, I've been working on a new painting of three boys from Tra Vinh. I also noticed that you lost a sister in 2006, as did I. My sister died in October, as I was on my way to deliver a speech in Phoenix, Arizona during the Vietnamese Autumn Latern Festival. Since this was to raise money and awareness for our kids here in Vietmam, I did what I know she would have wanted me to do...I gave the speech! I wish you and Moon a very Happy New Year-Chuc Mung Nam Moi! I look forward to hearing from you often and hearing about all of your adventures!! I promise to do the same, my friend.

Thursday 18 January 2007 - 06:36PM (ICT)

Sunday, December 10, 2006

You Dolt!




You wrote down the wrong address!!

Now how am I ever going to let him go?

And he keeps singin' to me...

I'll never let you go, little darlin'.
I'm so sorry 'cause I made you cry.
I'll never let you go, 'cause I love you.
So please don't ever say good-bye.

The stars would tumble down beside me,
The MOON would hang its head and cry.
My arms would never hold another baby doll
If we should ever say good-bye.

Well, I'll never let you go,
Because I love you, pretty baby.
I'm so sorry 'cause I made you cry.
I made you cry.
Yeah, I'll never let you go,
'Cause I love you, little baby.
So please don't ever say good-bye.

............................................................................................................

Help me someone pleasssssssssssssse help meeeeeeeeeeeee!

He doesn't seem to know that I wasn't crying about him...



Have A Wonderful Yuletide & Winter Solstice!

Sunday 10 December 2006 - 02:38PM (GMT) Edit | Delete

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sorry for my ignorance Phil, but who is he? xx

Sunday 10 December 2006 - 05:14PM (GMT) Remove Comment

Annwyl - you can be forgiven for your ignorance - since it is quite poor by Mdme Tussauds usual standards! It's supposed to be none other than the King of Rock! I guess, here being China, quality doesn't rock!

Monday 11 December 2006 - 01:12AM (GMT)


Hmmm, this feels like deja Vu?


**I read surprise
In your eyes
You think I might leave

But where would I go
What would I do
Theres no one else like you **

Sunday 10 December 2006 - 07:16PM (CST)

give him a peanut butter-banana sandwich, he'll be fine...

Monday 11 December 2006 - 09:49PM (CST)

ok, peanut butter-banana sandwich... I'll give it a try!

Going back in time does give you that Deja Vu effect Sai!

Tuesday 12 December 2006 - 04:10AM (GMT)

lol!

Monday 11 December 2006 - 10:10PM (PST)

So THAT's where he got to! (falling down laughing)

LOL, last time I saw him was at a laundrymat down on 51st.

You watch out for him, he's a real hound dog!

Wednesday 20 December 2006 - 02:43PM (EST)

For the kind soul who posted an HTML tag to my comments here... I have kindly put it into the blog. Wishing you and your wonderful family a warm winter solstice also ;-)

Thursday 21 December 2006 - 01:56PM (GMT)

Merry Christmas ...

Sunday 24 December 2006 - 11:18AM (ICT)

well i think its really funny lol

Thursday 4 January 2007 - 05:42PM (MST)

Friday, December 8, 2006

I want to Fly Away!


Quote from the film: Chicken Run

Rocky: You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work.
Fowler: You said "hard work" twice!
Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much as pereseverance

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Feeeeel the FEAAAAAR... and FLY!

I have adapted the following from the song ‘Fly Away’ by Lenny Kravitz.

This is a piece where 4 year old Quillie sings out to his older brother Quindo


Quindo I want to fly
Into the sky
So really quigh
Like you Quindo can fly

I'd fly in the soft breeze
Over the trees in dungarees
To everywhere I squeeze

Oh my Quindo, fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah oh yeah

Oh my Quindo, fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah oh yeah

Quindo don’t tell Quama

Nor jolly say to even Pa
Secret could just be ours

Let's fly today with Qu’on
Let our spirits fly
Where we are quon
Oh for a bit d’ fun
Quindo, oh yeah !

Oh Quindo, fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah oh yeah

Oh Quindo, fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah oh yeah

I got to fly away
See I got to fly away
Oh yeah oh yeah

I want to fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah with you yeah yeah
Oh Yeah !

I want to fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah with you yeah yeah
Oh Quindo fly away

I want to fly away (4x)
Yeah
I want to fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah with you yeah yeah
I got to fly away

I want to fly away (4x)
Yeah

I want to fly away
I want to fly all day
Yeah with you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

More BRILLIANT hen mania quotes...

Ginger: So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you, is it?
Babs: It's a livin'.


[Babs has fainted from a near-death experience]
Babs: All me life flashed before me eyes.
[disappointed]
Babs: It was really borin'.


[the chickens are panicking]
Ginger: Ladies, please. Let's not lose our heads.
Bunty: Lose our heads? Aaaahh.


Babs: Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs: Oh, it's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?


Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic load of tripe. Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.


Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?


Rocky: Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means: you do everything I tell you.


Fetcher: Birds of a feather flop together.


Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy.


Fowler: Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here.


[the plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it]
Fowler: Great Scott, what was that?
Mac: A cling-on, Cap'n, and the engines can't take it.


[on the chickens' plane before take-off]
Nick: The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees...
Fetcher: ?and kiss your bum goodbye!


Fowler: We need more power.
Mac: I cannot work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got.


Rocky: What's eating Grandpa?


[after being asked where he's from]
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I call the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Mac: Scotland!
Rocky: No! America.


[last lines]
Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat.
Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then.
Nick: No... no, we'll need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from.
Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, where are you going to get the egg?
Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg.
Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken.
Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg... to get the chicken out of...
Fetcher: Hang on, let's go over this again.


Nick: Poultry in Motion.


Mr. Tweedy: [being attacked by chickens] Mrs Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy: [not paying attention] Finally something we agree on.


Rocky: [Presenting himself] You see, I'm a traveller by nature. I did that whole barnyard thing for a while but I couldn't really get into it.
[to one of the chickens]
Rocky: Hi, how are you?
[she swoons and faints, Rocky continues]
Rocky: Nope! The open road, that's more my style. Yep, just give me a pack on my back and point me where the wind blows. In fact, you know what they call me back home? You're gonna love this: The Lone Free Ranger.


[watching the chickens trying to fly]
Nick: What's this caper, love?
Babs: We're *flyin'*!
Nick: [cynically] Obviously.
[pause]
Nick: Flamin' 'ell! Hey, look at this, Fetch.
Fetcher: They're gonna kill themselves... wanna watch?
[Nick thinks for a moment]
Nick: Yeah, all right.


Nick: What are you sobbin' about, you nancy?
Fetcher: Little moments like this, mate. It's what makes the job all worthwhile. Wanna dance?
[Nick stares at Fetcher for a long moment]
Nick: Yeah, all right.


[after the reason for Rocky's flying ability is discovered]
Mac: A cannon. Aye, *that* would give ye thrust.


Rocky: [to Ginger after being put against the wall] You know, you're the first chick I ever met with the shell still on.


Mrs. Tweedy: They're *chickens*, you dolt. Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet. They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are *not* organized.


Ginger: Think, everyone, think. What *haven't* we tried yet?
Bunty: We haven't tried *not* trying to escape.
Babs: Hmm. *That* might work.


[telling Rocky about a caper]
Nick: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet like.
Fetcher: Like a fish.
Nick: Yeah, and we..."Like a fish"? You stupid Norbert.


[Fowler is forced to share his bunk with Rocky]
Fowler: Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters and with a noncommissioned Yank, no less. Why, back in my day, I'd never...
Rocky: Hey! You weren't exactly *my* first choice, either. And scoot over. Your wing's on my side of the bunk.
Fowler: *Your* side of the bunk? The *whole bunk* is my side of the bunk!
Rocky: [snapping back] Just... What's that smell? Is that your breath?
Fowler: It's absolutely outrageous.


[after the chickens have escaped in The Crate and the pie machine has exploded]
Mr. Tweedy: I told you they was organised.


Rocky: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here *at the same time*?
Ginger: Of course.
Rocky: You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that. That's suicide.
Ginger: Where there's a will, there's a way.
Rocky: Couldn't agree more. And I *will* be leaving *that* way.


[escaping from circus, after being shot out of a cannon]
Rocky: [shouts] Freeeeeeeeeeeedom.


[Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate]
Ginger: Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day". Well, *today* is your day.
[Ginger extends to Fowler his medal]
Bunty: [encouraging] You can do it, you old sausage.
[Fowler stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger]
Fowler: Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.


Rocky: [lands in dough] D'oh. Get it? Dough!
Ginger: I'm stuck!


Rocky: [Ginger falls down a chute] Oh, shoot!
Ginger: [falling] Rocky!
Rocky: I'll be down before you can say...
[spots something about to be dumped on him]
Rocky: ..."mixed vegetables"!


Fowler: Good grief! The turnip's bought it!


[Ginger slaps Rocky]
Ginger: *That's* for leaving.
[pulls him close]
Ginger: And *this* is for coming back.


[encouraging after a failed day of "flying"]
Rocky: Ducky, I think you flew four feet today!
Nick: Right, four feet! From the roof to the ground.


Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [very fast, in strong Scottish accent] And sprained the anterior tendon connecting your radius to your humerus. I gave her a wee bit of a tweak, Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?


Nick: Eggs from heaven.
Fetcher: No, from her bum.


Fowler: Increase velocity!
Babs: What does that mean?
Bunty: It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!


[after Rocky leaves]
Babs: Perhaps he just went on holiday.
Bunty: Perhaps he just went to get away from your infernal knitting!
[Bunty grabs Babs' knitting, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it]
Mac: Well, you were the one that was always hitting him. Let's see how you like it.
[Mac shoves Bunty]
Bunty: Don't push me, four-eyes.
[other chickens start fighting]


Ginger: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable.
Nick: And so are we.
[Packing up to leave]
Nick: After you, Fetcher.
Fetcher: After I what?
Nick: Move!


Rocky: Listen. Shh. You hear that?
[silence]
Rocky: That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye.
[he leaves]
Babs: He must have very good hearing.


[Rocky is about to be found by the circus]
Ginger: [black-mailing him] Teach us to fly and we'll hide you.
Rocky: And if I don't?
[Ginger pulls breath to squawk]
Rocky: [stops her] Was your father by any chance a vulture?


[Bunty is about to be shot out of a slingshot]
Fetcher: The tension's killing me.
Nick: It's gonna kill her.


Rocky: Easy, Pops. Cockfighting is illegal where I come from.


Rocky: ...And the pig says to the horse, "Hey, fella. Why the long face?"


[walking in on a jazz party]
Fowler: Now see here! I, I don't recall authorising a hop!
Bunty: Oh, shut up and dance!


Mr. Tweedy: Me tools! Why you thieving little buggers!
Mac: What's the plan?
[pause]
Ginger: Attack!
[the chickens tackle Mr. Tweedy]
Bunty: Nice plan.


Ginger: I thought you were teaching us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Rocky: Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs?


Ginger: I don't know, Mac. I have a bad feeling about this. Whatever is in those boxes is for us, and I don't think it's softer hay.


Mac: Right, we tried going under the fence, and that didn't work. So the plan now is, we go over it.
[Unveils the model catapult]
Mac: [Holds up turnip chicken] This is us, right? We go in here, like this, wind her up, and let her go!
[Catapult sends turnip flying into wall; chickens cluck frantically]


Ginger: [after she overturns the trough] Something is wrong here. Can't you see it? Strange boxes arrive during the night, Babs lays no eggs and they don't take her to the chop, and now they're giving us extra food. Don't you see? They're fattening us up. They're going to kill us all.
[Chickens gulp aprehensively]


Hen: And what brings you to England, Mr Rhodes?
Rocky: Why, all the beautiful English chicks, of course.


[on finding out Rocky can't fly. Inside joke, see Trivia]
Babs: I knew he was fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.


Rocky: [angry at Ginger] Listen! I've met some hard-boiled eggs in my day, but I'd say you're about 20 minutes!


Rocky: Is there a problem here?
Ginger: [rhetorically] Have we flown over that fence?
Rocky: Not quite.
Ginger: Then there's a problem.


Ginger: We need some more things.
Nick: Right you are, miss.
[opens suitcase and pulls out thimbles]
Nick: How about this quality, handcrafted tea set?
Ginger: No, thanks.
Fetcher: [holding a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant?
Ginger: It's love...
Nick: [holding a shuttlecock] Or this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paree? Simply pop it on like so...
[pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up]
Nick: ?And as the French hens say, "Voilá!"
Fetcher: That is French.
Nick: It's two hats in one, miss. For parties...
[turns shuttlecock over]
Nick: For weddings. Oh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.
Fetcher: Like a duck.


[Fetcher and Nick are stealing tools, and are hiding in gnomes as they move about, while Mr. Tweedy is working and steal the tools and start walking away and Mr. Tweedy notices]
Mr. Tweedy: So, gnomes now, is it?


Mac: [very rapidly, with a thick Scottish accent] Thrust! I went over my calculations, hen, and I forgot the key element missing is thrust!
Rocky: [after a long pause] I didn't get a word of that.
Mac: Thrust. Other birds, like ducks and geese, when they take off, what do they have?
[shouts]
Mac: Thrust!
Rocky: I swear she ain't using real words.
Ginger: She said we need more thrust.
Rocky: Oh, thrust! Of course we need thrust. Why, thrust and flying are, well, like this.
[crosses fingers]
Rocky: See, that's flying and that's thrust.


Babs: Chicken seed, my favourite!


Mr. Tweedy: What... what... what's all this, then?
Mrs. Tweedy: This is our future, Mr. Tweedy. No more wasting time with petty egg collecting and minuscule profits.
Mr. Tweedy: No more eggs? But we've always been egg farmers. My father, and his father, and all their fathers, they was all...
Mrs. Tweedy: Poor... Worthless... Nothings! But all that is about to change. This will take Tweedy's farm out of the Dark Ages and into full-scale automated production. Elisha Tweedy will be poor no longer.


Rocky: Guys, you are without a doubt the sneakiest, most light-fingered thieving parasites I've ever met.
Nick: [flattered] Oh, don't, don't. Stop it!
Fetcher: I've gone bright red.


Rocky: Sleep tight, angel face. The Rock is on the case.


[Rocky is hiding uncomfortably beneath Ginger's nest while the farmer is searching for him]
Ginger: Comfortable?
Rocky: Nice hideout. Ouch! I had more room in my egg.


Nick: Eggs. Just like the ones that rooster was gonna lay. Only roosters don't lay eggs, do they?
Fetcher: Don't they?
Nick: No, it's a lady thing apparently - ask your mum.


Ginger: You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just round the farm. They're up here, in you heads. There's a better place out there, somewhere beyond that hill, and it has wide open places, and lots of trees... and grass. Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass.
Hen: Who feeds us?
Ginger: We feed ourselves.
Hen: Where's the farm?
Ginger: There is no farm.
Babs: Then, where does the farmer live?
Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs.
Babs: Is he on holiday?
Ginger: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs and coops and keys, and no fences.
Bunty: In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe!


Nick: [about the radio] Well, here she is. Ask and you shall receive.
Fetcher: That's biblical.
Nick: That's real craftmanship, is what it is. Solid as a rock.
[Fetcher bangs on it; a knob flies off and hits a chicken]
Fetcher: It's supposed to do that.


Rocky: What's happening? What's going on?
Babs: They took Ginger, Mr. Rhodes! They're taking her to the chop!
Fowler: Well, what are you waiting for, laddie? Fly over there. Save her!
Rocky: Of course - no, No! That's just what they'd expect. But I say we give them the old element of surprise.
Fowler: And catch Jerry with his trousers down. I like the sound of that. What's the plan?
Rocky: The plan... um, the plan. The plan! Uh - Babs, give me that thing. Bunty, give me a boost.


Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is, thank you, for saving my life. For saving our lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - heh - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills and grass, and you had something you wanted to say.
Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh...
Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass. It's always greener on the other side, and then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say?
[Ginger starts nodding yes, but then shakes her head]
Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome.
Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before.
[Ginger accidentally touches Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased]
Ginger: Well, good night, Rocky.
Rocky: Good night, Ginger.


Fowler: Keep pedalling! We're not there yet! You can't see paradise if you don't pedal!

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I'm pedaling as fast as I can.....:)

Great movie, isn't it?

Friday 8 December 2006 - 01:22PM (CST)

Hahahaha..I like this one: "Rocky: [angry at Ginger] Listen! I've met some hard-boiled eggs in my day, but I'd say you're about 20 minutes"..

Friday 8 December 2006 - 02:48PM (CST)


well that's weird... the word of the dai @ my place was Ginger!

Hmmm, i qonder what that means?

Friday 8 December 2006 - 06:29PM (CST)

Sai; gingerly i say unto u it must b the MystaBeWilderMent gift. ;-)

Saturday 9 December 2006 - 01:46AM (GMT)


i finally read the whole dang thang.... i noticed that the windBlowed and realized that only PeterPan can teach us how 2 fly...'Think Happy Thoughts'...
i also was reminded that the grass isn't really always greener on the other side...
i think that is why it is better 2 stay on your rightful side and peer N2 your imagination what it could be like or what even your Ruby (or whatever U call it) might already believe strongly how the other grass pheels between U'r toes...
speaking of Toes... !!!

Sunday 10 December 2006 - 04:43AM (CST)

Speaking of Toes - I think I'll buy Happy Feet on DVD here - it will only set me back... ohhh about 80 US cents!

Sunday 10 December 2006 - 02:44PM (GMT)

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Who's Bowler Bill?


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There's a friend over the pond

With whom I'm terribly fond

A Question she asked one lunchtime

Prompted me to make this rhyme

I'm pondering about my Will

And wondering who's Bowler Bill?

They said he hated monkeys chatter

And the Admiralty that shatter

He had the true courage of a hero

Ruined by hearts as cold as Nero

A man of gold with an air of arrogance

Sailing the old path of a narrow dance!



Story of Bowler Bill

Note to my family members: there's information here that leads me to think there's a vague possibility that this hero is more closely related to us than I first thought given that he was born in Everton. Definitely worth investigating!


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Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak. Sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. ~Author Unknown

Friday 8 December 2006 - 12:26AM (CST)


i think he died angry...
i don't think he was arrogant.
i think he had a mysterious confidence about him!!!!

Friday 8 December 2006 - 01:02AM (CST)

I agree... entirely! That's why I called him a man of gold. I'm guessing he might have had an air of arrogance rather than actual arrogance.

Friday 8 December 2006 - 07:11AM (GMT)


i got 2 thinkin 'bout Bowler Bill 2night while in Kansas with Elvis and the Wizard of Oz crew while at WalMart... and i think that his air of arrogance became him because he was such a do gooder trying to save the world via the boating life... and since he was like the all american(or whatever he was) hero unlike the not so courageous mass of men, that he ... i think it was a matter of common sense vs. lack of courage to him... and so i think U r right ...

sorry, it thot seaux better n Kansas earlier than i could get it on paper!

Tuesday 12 December 2006 - 12:57AM (CST)


by the way, i also saw Elvis and Will Turner in a restaurant called Cattleman's in Kansas tonight! this was before i thot about Bowler Bill, though?

Tuesday 12 December 2006 - 12:58AM (CST)