Bloody Bonner x 3

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.



What's your favourite nursery rhyme?

And Now for Something Completely Different

Some lolcats I made, that didn’t make the cut onto the voting page:




It should read "Wir können", but the Lolcat Builder doesn't support scandic letters.

Sad Day

I’m not sure if I should write about the Jokela High School shooting at all. I’ve thought about it since yesterday. Long before the papers or TV caught on or wanted to give details, the details were all over the net. The identity of the killer, his videos and writings, his press release photos, descriptions given by some of the students that were actually there - all over the Internet.

I have no answers. I don’t wish to contemplate his motives or if it could have been prevented. Also somehow I feel this blog isn’t the right platform to discuss the incident - not yet, at least. I wouldn’t want any family member or friend of a victim to wonder to my blog and read my thoughts on this - next to the Hello Kitty background.

In some way I also don’t want to participate in giving the perpetrator any more personal publicity. I’m not going to link to his picture, say his name or talk about his personal history. You’ve probably already seen and heard everything there is to know at this point.

Just one thing I wish to mention: The Times article had it all wrong. There’s nothing particularly Finnish about the tragedy. It could happen anywhere.

Comme une pluie de papillons

It seems I have some excess time on my hands today. I'm making use of it by practising my French pronunciation. It’s not like I speak French, I just wish to pronounce the words correctly. To be honest I did study French as a teenager, but the only French I know is: ”Je ne comprends pas. Parlez-vous anglais?”

Anyway, sing along with Michel.



Wight is Wight, Dylan is Dylan
Wight is Wight, viva Donovan
C'est comme un soleil
Dans le gris du ciel
Wight is Wight, hippie, hippie, hippie
Hippie, hippie - hippie, hippie

Ils sont arrivés dans l'île nue
Sans un bagages et les pieds nus
Comme un cyclone inattendu
Comme une fleur avant la saison
Comme une pluie de papillons
A laquelle on a jamais cru

Wight is Wight, Dylan is Dylan
Wight is Wight, viva Donovan
C'est comme un soleil
Dans le gris du ciel
Wight is Wight, hippie, hippie, hippie
Hippie, hippie - hippie, hippie

Toi qui a voulu t'emprisonner
As tu le droit de condamner
Celui qui cherche à s'évader
Chacun mène sa vie comme il veut
Tu ne peux plus baisser les yeux
Car aussi vrai que tu es né

Wight is Wight, Dylan is Dylan
Wight is Wight, viva Donovan
C'est comme un soleil
Dans le gris du ciel
Wight is Wight, hippie, hippie, hippie
Hippie, hippie

Wight is Wight, Dylan is Dylan ....

La-la-la-la, la la la la la ....


Wight is Wight by Michel Delpech is a tribute to the Isle of Wight rock festival.
Lyrics from

Song and quote of the day

The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself.
Oscar Wilde



And yes, the song has nothing to do with the quote...