Walking Wounded

The young master had to have a small growth removed from his leg recently, and was given a full anaesthetic and enough morphine on the day to make the world a much slower, fall-y down place.  

Pats were particularly welcome.

He got a bandage, which was annoying of course, and worse, had to wear a plastic bag over it when going out in the rain.   He quickly learned to walk three legged.

However it's off now, and on Thursday he'll be allowed to run free - at the moment walks are all on the lead, as the vet doesn't want him to chance straining the stitches etc.

The vet also politely pointed out to the proud owners that at age seven, the Young Master is definitely now middle aged...

James

The Signs! The Signs!

If you're going to protest about English, recheck the spelling on your sign, there's a God who does nothing but strike spel.. spelli... writig on sines,

But that's an esy targit.  Here's some hil.. hillari..  funni signs from The Vine.  They've got 100 there, but here's an appropriate selection for our loyal readership.

Timely.

Ooooh, that's just typographically mean.

My favourite for so many reasons, but most of all for the very visible use of Tippex / Whiteout on a sign.  Elsewhere*, on the misuse of history front:

Uh...  You're not going to like this...

Meanwhile, in Canada's less frequented protest.  ("Hey, Doug.  That was against fat cats, not dogs, man.")

If nothing in the 100 makes you smile, your're probably dead.  Or holding a misspelled sign on a road somewhere...

All images via The Vine.

James

*Scarily this seemed to be possibly the only sign NOT photographed in the USA.

Time for Tea

Some Melbourne Chinatown teapots for Ross.

Live Augh Love

It's a worry if you cough in the middle of a light aphorism.

Bo-boom

Sorry we've been a bit absent, but here we are, back with an inappropriately timed drumroll (or two).



Thanks Rita and Animal.


PS: For those (like us) whose Spanish isn't up to stuff:
"Listen Buddy. All I wanna tell you is that you shouldn't do that. It's not nice, you understand? Look at me when I'm talking to you. This is my number, and if you bother me any more I'm gonna hit you so hard, it's gonna leave you stupid. Cool it."
Sounds so much better in Spanish, doesn't it?

Passing Roo

This chap decided to check out our front lawn this Sunday morning.

While people often assume roos actually frolic on Australian high streets, they don't, but a quiet country acreage is certainly fair game.

James

The Museum Time Bomb

Musée des Arts et Metiers as a catalogue and encyclopaedia No.1. Photo: James.

Following on from the Icebergs of Art & Artefact post, I've recently been reading an interesting essay [here] on the role and challenges of the modern museum, by James M Bradburne:

On the one hand, museums that have pursued their traditional educational mission have found that the education they are now expected to provide is increasingly “remedial”—directed at filling gaps in the basic education of an increasingly broad spectrum of users. Increasingly, public funding for museums is tied to meeting specific targets aimed at addressing issues of social inclusion. At the same time, confronted by data that show how limited museums are in providing primary education, the public purse is questioning its return on investment—museums are just too expensive to operate for the relatively brief educational encounter enjoyed (or not) by most users. The cost per visitor of a four-hour visit per year (if the museum is lucky) is out of proportion to the results of a similar investment in the classroom or in the media.

Many questions, much to think about in the context of the museum in society.

Musée des Arts et Metiers as a catalogue and encyclopaedia No.2.  Photo: James.

James