Black cock, anyone?
Photo: Dolors Sans. More from the Festive Beastie Association
Buy into Spain’s only true national religion and double up ballot papers as lottery tickets. Like Arizona.
Or El meu aerodesllissador està ple d’anguiles (Via Onze Taal)
At the Filmoteca tonight (Monday) at 19:30, Tuesday at 22:00, Wednesday at 19:30, and Friday at 20:00.
At JA Millán, via Spy’s spice and Boing Boing, with thanks to MM@Transblawg.
Sez he:
The fact is that the right owns those object+present participle compounds, as surely as it owns values, media bias, the lapel-pin flag, and sentences that begin with “See….” In fact you could trace the whole history of the right’s campaigns against liberals via those compounds — from tree-hugging and NPR-listening back through the Nixon [...]
“I think the sherry trade could learn a lot from their cousins in Portugal. But of course that’s only if the sherry trade sees any benefit in visitors to their bodegas. I often wonder if they really do.” It’s the old Spanish paradox of shops whose owners seem prepared to go to quite extraordinary lengths to avoid selling you anything, unless that something is guaranteed to malfunction at the first opportunity. Experiences recounted last night of finally persuading a well known department store to relinquish a sewing machine which immediately jammed, the replacement literally falling to pieces whilst being bagged. Why?
A double reflection makes up the man who was born on the thirteenth day of the moon, lost his
throne on the thirteenth day of the moon, and fought the battle of Waterloo on the thirteenth day of the moon:

I wonder if Josephine’s astrological babblings didn’t cause Napoleon’s natural military interest in the moon to be unduly romanticised.