thejohnfleming posted: " I meant to write a blog earlier. I meant to write a blog now. Well, to transcribe a recorded chat to become a blog. But I got distracted by ice cream. And desserts. And chocolates. And ablutions. And … " SO IT GOES - John Fleming's blog
Well, to transcribe a recorded chat to become a blog.
But I got distracted by ice cream.
And desserts.
And chocolates.
And ablutions.
And … erm… look …
I got distracted.
I'm an old man.
I get easily distracted.
I'm worried about the price of chocolate.
Do you think monkeys eat chocolate in the jungle?
Are they vegetarian?
Can they handle the unwrapping?
Why are rappers called rappers?
Are they even in the same place?
Monkeys and jungles.
There must be monkeys in South America, mustn't there?
Why are monkeys called monkeys anyway? Is there some ancient connection with monks?
They must eat chocolate.
Monks.
They must eat chocolate.
There can't be any Biblical ban on chocolate, can there?
Had they even discovered chocolate when the Bible was written?
Have you read the Bible?
You never see any in bookshops, do you? Where do people get them from?
Bibles. Not South American monkeys.
Is there an Afro-American market in Bibles?
You can't say Black any more.
Sad about Corporal Pike dying.
That cartoon seems to be everywhere.
It's very distracting.
I get distracted.
Easily.
Is that the time?
Distracted.
Time to lie down and sleep, I think.
"A giraffe dancing in a kilt at Edinburgh Castle."
I think AI picture generation has some way to go.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
The transcription.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death...
Virtually every bloody line in Macbeth has become a famous quote. Or phrase or sentence...
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