The further adventures of Ducks

Explanation (if you think that would help) is here.

The spirit is willing, but the duck is weak.

♫ Yesterday———
all my ducks seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay...

Red duck at night, shepherd's delight

Bring out your ducks

♫Imagine there's no heaven / it's easy if you try
No hell below us / above us only ducks

♫... but Mama said, 'You can't hurry ducks, no you just have to wait...'

♫ A kiss on the hand might be quite continental
But ducks are a girl's best friend

Look like the innocent flower but be the duck under't.

I don't know a symbol for finger snapping, but imagine one here.
♫ When you're a duck, you're a duck all the way...

♫ I see a red duck and I want it painted black

♫ It's a hard-knock duck for us

♫ So good-bye yellow brick duck
or maybe better
♫ So good-bye yellow brick road where the ducks of society howl

Though that might not be a good one, as we made guidelines here last night. If not funny, if not bird, if not "dog" or "dock", then duck (maybe). But the one above has been adjudged an allowable exception.

Elementary, my dear duck.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ducks.

It ain't over 'til the fat duck sings.

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In case of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, ducks will drop from the panel above you. Pull the duck toward you, place it over your mouth and nose, and breathe normally. Please insure that your own duck is secured before assisting others.

Notice that the nearest duck may be behind you.

In case of an emergency landing on water, your duck is to be found underneath the seat in front of you. Take the duck out of its container, place over your head, pass the straps around your waist and secure with a double knot in front. Ducks for children and ducklings for infants are also available. Do not inflate your duck until you are out of the aircraft. If your duck does not inflate automatically, blow through the tube.

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Duck jokes

On Twitter, people are replacing words in famous quotes with "duck." That's fun, but Twitter isn't easy to search or read, and repeats started coming quite a bit. Those I saw the most were good ones, and obvious, and fun, though:

I did not have sex with that duck.
Houston, we have a duck.
   and
You want the duck? You can't handle the duck.

My favorite was "Don't cast your ducks before swine." (Craig Good had contributed it; I don't know him.)

I played some I liked.

Send her victorious / Happy and glorious / Long to reign over us / God save the Duck

Out in the west Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican duck.

For the benefit of Mr. Kite / there will be a duck tonight / on trampoline

What's in a name? That which we call a duck, By any other name would smell as sweet.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his duck for his friends.

But here at Sarah's house, at dinner we were brainstorming others. If you want to see what's happening at Twitter, it's here:
http://twitter.com/#!/search/%23replaceawordinafamousquotewithduck

Things from Sarah, Conchur, James, Julie and me, in various combos and singles:

If you can keep your duck while all around you are losing theirs...

♫ Don't you step on my blue suede duck

Joseph and his technicolor dream duck
♫ I wore my duck of many colors...

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's duck.

Be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a duck.

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little duck, too!

♫ Ding dong the duck is dead...

♫ There is a green duck far away

♫ You're my brown-eyed duck.

♫ I will not cease from Mental Fight / Nor shall my Duck sleep in my hand...
(goes with:) How do you solve a problem like Maria/how do you hold a duck in your hand?

A medium-dry duck—shaken, not stirred

[We considered equal-time in potential offense of religions, but... gave up.]

Blessed art thou, oh Lord, who has not made me a duck.

There is but one G-d and Mohammed is his duck

For God gave his only begotten duck...

In the beginning was the word, and word was with God, and the word was duck.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the duck.

Rise, take up thy duck, and walk.

Give us this day our daily duck

Take, eat, for this is my duck

It is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven than for a camel to pass through the eye of a duck.

We hold these ducks to be self evident...

...life, liberty and the pursuit of ducks

Duck will out
out, damned duck

I find you curiously attractive, young duck.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage duck.

We few, we happy few, we band of ducks.

♫ When the night is over, like a duck out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone

♫ Hey (hey), you (you), get off of my duck.

♫ Baby, baby, where has our duck gone?

♫ Billie Jean is not my duck

♫ Oh daddy dear, you're still number one, but ducks just wanna have fun

The boy stood on the burning duck...

A fool and his duck are soon parted.

Do or do not; there is no duck.

If the duck fits, wear it.

For the want of a duck, the kingdom was lost.

♫ You change your mind / like a duck changes clothes.

♫ Blue moon, you saw me standin' alone / without a dream in my heart, without a duck of my own

♫ I don't care too much for money / Money can't buy me ducks


(I was taking notes by hand. There are more, but I need to go to sleep.)

Little errors big differences make

Found on facebook:

Gluten free at the market :)


An insult that wasn't:

You have a brain the size of a moron.

Breath taking beauty

watch the thunder clouds
rising into the night skies
breath taking beauty

Small World Coincidence

In a charity shop in Stroud, I bought a hat.
I came back to the house. Bartek said someone had skyped, and so I called Holly, in Albuquerque. She said what are you wearing just as I said look at my new hat, I guess, or something like that, and she left the screen and came back with HER new hat. I tried to get an image of it, but I don't show well. Here's Holly, though, and the black outline of me:

The reason Holly went so quickly to get her new hat is that this is what MY new hat looks like:

Adam and James Daniel

I took over 300 photos today, and many will be thrown out, but I like this one. It was a quiet moment in a long, loud, busy day at a steam engine museum, Hollycombe Steam in the Country, near Liphook, Hampshire. It's not a place tourists could find or get to easily. I read through eight pages of the guest book and except for one "Switzerland," everyone else seemed very local but me. It's kind of down small roads in the relative middle of nowhere. But if you get a chance to go, it's pretty wonderful.  I'm grateful to Julie, James and Adam for taking me to such a cool place.

Other photos will eventually be on my travel blog (some) and here (the full collection, which you can view as a slideshow, when they're there, which they aren't yet): http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/Europe/Sandra2011/June26%20Hollycombe%20Day/

Little peeks, have to go

On the little manila envelope in which I keep my most important cards (which was lost for a while yesterday, but was found in "a safe place"), I have written (not all at the same time):
Zidane
worm kefir
Hatton Cross
Later I might come back here and defend those writings.

Here is part of a McDonald's in Staines (click it), and below is a portrait of a Jaffa Cake milkshake—an awesome thing.

James and Adam Daniel are in the background.

Elvis lives. We saw him at Jack's fish'n'chips shop last night in Ashford. He performed two sets, with a costume change. You should've been there. But no, it was all sold out! (You might've could've peeked in the windows; this is the second best thing.)

http://sandraeurope2011.blogspot.com/2011/06/sold-out-elvis-show.html

We're going to a duck tour (not to tour ducks, but to tour part of London in an amphibious vehicle) and to ride on the London Eye. We need to make the 11:11 train. Sounds like a good train. So I need to go now, and I'll be back to share some more of my wild adventures far from home.

Schuyler in Hennebont

Schuyler, on the medieval wall in Hennebont today. David was taking a photo of her at the same time.

I haven't been able to upload videos here in Baud, but I will when I get back near London.  There have been other photos added at the travel blog here:    http://sandraeurope2011.blogspot.com/

Our hostess, Helene (Helena the Fortunate, for my SCA readers), went into the hospital Friday afternoon for pneumonia.  There's been a little cold going around here, but it hit her hard and fast, and she'll be in until at least late Sunday.  So the Waynforths and I will go back to the UK without having said goodbye to her.  I got to talk to her sister, Veronique, today when she called and Leon wasn't home.    The Waynforth and McNeill kids have gotten along really well.