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School
reunion First published 11/04/2008
Archived 05/04/2008 Updated 25/07/2009 After 35 years my old 1973 secondary school classes had a reunion. I was sorry not to be there. But messages, music, pictures and speeches crossed the waters. And I've been wearing my badge back at home! Back to top |
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First published 09/09/2008
Archived 24/12/2008 Our daughter spotted a t-shirt with a conversation between two line figures. About as follows. A - make me a
sandwich
B - do it yourself A - sudo make me a sandwich B - ok Kinda' like it. Sorry, it's incompatible with Windoze users. Back to top |
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Internet
Argument HowTo First published 22/07/2008
Archived 06/01/2009 I found this nice & wise webcomic on how to behave appropriately if you don't agree with someone else in cyberspace... Click here to view the original cartoon. Back to top |
 Photo: Paul Verhelst, 16/12/2007 Source: http://pictures.verhelst.org/ 2007/12/16/kerststal-de-drie-koningen/ |
The
True Christmas Tale
First published 24/12/2008
Archived 07/06/2009 As you will know there are plenty of stories about christmas with loads of characters. To help you find your way through this labyrinth I will give the "only true story" below. So this year the christmas story will be told properly... The True Christmas Tale Once upon a time -- long, long ago, in a country far away -- there was a stork who was to bring a baby to Bethlehem. But the poor bird was refused entry to the Holy Land because he was clearly too black & white. Then the wild geese were asked to bring the baby. But the wild geese did not fly. 'Have a break,' they said, 'we're off for christmas.' People tried to arrange a charter with reindeer or turkeys, but they too were far too busy with the festival season. Finally they found a donkey. But the donkey said: 'I'm not going to cover that whole distance just to deliver a baby.' So the mother had to come as well, making it an intra-uterine transfer. Because in those days the satnav had not been invented yet, the donkey, the mother on its back and the father walking alongside, had to take bearings on the stars only. But they did not need any elves, dinosaurs, bears, santas or whatever to guide them. They had always been drinking sensibly: just water from the well. Coca Cola's christmas marketing had not made any impact on them. They were not interested in the totally commercialised hotel trade either. Through Friends With A Stable they could easily find a nice and cosy accommodation as soon as they arrived in Bethlehem. When the baby was born, they parents decided not to sent any cards. 'That's such a waste of paper,' they said. Nor did they use any Pampers, but instead they wrapped the child in second hand cloths. They could not spread the Good News via Internet of course, but they found a whole choir of angels willing to announce it. That certainly didn't fail to work! Even the shepherds, who had drowned their poor-wretched existence and the cold of the night in a few bags of cheap wine, woke up by the sound. Because they were still a bit dizzy from the wine and the angels were singing in Latin, they were not sure if they heard 'Peace on Earth' or 'Meals have Berthed'. To be on the safe side they assumed is was the latter. When they had found the stable, peace did enter their hearts, but there was not much to eat at all. Then, by heavenly command, a very big star was quickly added to the firmament. At least the star was big enough to be seen by three Kuwaiti sheiks. On their camels they galloped through the desert until they too had found the stable. Their presents were rather Presentiae: inflation-proof gold, mind-blowing incense and Chanel No.1. Now there was enough for everyone to get a nice meal. They equally shared everything. Slightly clouded again, this time by the incense, they shepherds left the stable at a very late hour and loudly singing. It had been a wonderful christmas! And they sang happily ever after. Postscript: there was also something about a fat man in a red suit, but that had nothing to do with this story -- and after all he turned out to be a red herring anyway. Back to top |
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