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Thursday, March 29, 2007

The Devil made me do it

*Warning this may offend those who are of a religious/catholic disposition*
'Go to hell' A phrase popular with people when agitated , annoyed and incredulous but now it seems this popular curse phrase has got some muscle behind it and the backer? Pope Benedict xvi he apparently seems to be using reverse psychology to would be church goers. The Rothweiller as he is endearingly known in the holy sea circles is spouting good old fashioned fire and brimstone sermon and he's got the dark stuff waiting for us sinners. When googling about this guy, I was greeted with allegations of him being luicifer himself if not, certainly being in league with him.. Thing is didnt Pope John Paul II publicly admit that there is no such place? A furious Pope Benedict unleashed a bitter attack during a sermon while on a visit to a parish church and said: "Hell exists and there is eternal punishment for those who sin and do not repent." Sounding more of a parish priest than a Pope the leader of the world's one billion Roman Catholics added: "The problem today is society does not talk about Hell. It's as if it did not exist, but it does."
"Hell consists of an eternal damnation for those who have decided to die with the stain of mortal sin' When challanged about his statement, the holy sea of rome tried to downplay the popes scare tactics that hell was a state of mind, this I understand was probably an attempt to reaffirm John Paul II statement and downplay Dante's The Divine Comedy inspired speech. Im sure if he could he would power point his sermon and illustrate his wrath to sinners using Hieronymus Bosch artwork..

The thing is Pope Benedict should address the problems within his own church oligarchy first, Thousands of children having their innocence stolen from them in the name of god and its catholic 'teachers'. Priests living in luxurious settings and lifestyles. Never mind the church turning a blind eye to genocide in not only the second world war, but many many others. The wealth this church sits on is incredible. And yet here we are listening to this guy spouting out about how we are going to be eternally damned, insulting muslims and generally being a loose cannon. Now if you ask me Im sure more people would be far more encouraged to attend mass if the church itself got incontact with its compassionate side, did an inventory of its wealth and returned its status to the church of the poor. John Paul I tried to do that very thing and his reign as pope was curtailed very quickly and he died under what I would call very suspicious circumstances.Albino Luciani was elected Pope and chose to be Pope John Paul the First. Not only becoming the first double name in the history, but also appended the first to it. He was known as the "Smiling Pope" and though his reign was the second shortest in history, only 33 days, he was loved the world over. This wonderful Pastor would have taken the Church back to its Gospel roots where it belongs. Even to myself as a wiccan, He was truly a Man of God. And you could see from his 33 days as Pope that he would have been the greatest Pope ever in the eyes the world. It is no coincidence that the Pope was killed the evening before he was going to 'clean house'. Though I was surprised by how obvious the cover-up and lies were, he was in my opinion murdered because he dared to promote positive change and rid the Vatican of corrupt banking practices.

I think the holy father himself is cashing in on the mad world around us and taking advantage of those with quite/little faith. As a very much lapsed catholic I never had much time for the church and this guy is in my opinion is just dangerous..

NP Lords of acid 'voodoo u' & Tales of the future Bladerunner OST

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

King / Queen of the comebacks

Ever let someone walk away who's just been an ass to you and thought of something you should have said to shut their yap? Here are some great one liners.. Please feel free to add your own so we may all benefit the upper hand..

1. I can't believe that out of 10,000 sperm, you were the quickest.

2. I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.

3. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.

4. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.

5. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

6. Let me guess — home-schooled?

7. Whoa, what do we have here, a Baldwin brother?

8. I know you are, but what am I?

9. A sniper wouldnt take you out youre that ugly

10. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

11. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.

12. Well, you probably said it without thinking, the way you do most things.

13. I'm not offended by what you say. I'm just glad that you're stringing words into sentences now.

14. I could have been your dad but the dog beat me over the fence.

15. I’m busy now. Can I ignore you some other time?

16. If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive.

17. What's your problem, wake up on the wrong side of your mom this morning?

18. Looks like somebody needs a huuuuuuug!

19. Save your breath, you're going to need it to blow up your date.

20. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but I don't suppose that's a problem for you

Friday, March 23, 2007

More haunting than Poe's heart

When I first moved to the UK I was still on good terms with my ex-boyfriend at the time, his new girlfriend, Liz was house hunting at a ferocious level , as being a teacher she took advantage of the summer vacation to try and see as many properties as possible so she could move in before term started again. She was a warm homely girl and I got on very well with her. Many a time she and I would go off looking at various properties for the potential des res that fit the criteria. Eventually we found this quite 1920s house with a huge back yard that fitted her price range. Granted there was a lot of work that needed doing, the décor was in a time warp of the 50s , laminated chip wood all over the house, nylon orange flame carpets throughout and all rewiring and plastering would have to be essentially carried out. The couple who showed us the house explained to us that it was the lady’s late fathers house. He had entered a retirement home in the early 1980s with dementia and stayed there some 15 years before he died and it being the family home would never rent it or lease it out because it seemed wrong to make any decision until the inevitable had happened with her father. When showing us around she related a lot about her childhood and the united parents she had. They where a funny couple to listen to, she would say something and she would get her husband to repeat it. For example she would say ‘I told him, I said I’m not selling for less than the asking price, what did I say Peter?’ and he would jump straight it and say ‘she’s not selling it for less than the asking price’. This went on for the entire tour of the house and gardens. Anyway Liz loved the property and put in an offer which they took and asked if they could visit after so they could see what she had done with the place. I suppose in a way for the woman it was like giving away a pet you couldn’t care for any longer but you just want to make sure that its okay and you’ve made the right decision in letting it go. All of us mucked in with the work, the gardens where thick with the neglect of 15 years and many an evening I would return home scratched , sweaty and scarred of nettle stings. With the gardens tackled it was inside with the painting and sanding of walls, skirting and floorboards.

Upstairs there were 3 bedrooms and a bathroom . After the walls and ceilings were painted we began with the sanding of the floors, the wood looked nice enough for them to scrub up beautifully and coat of varnish would positively dance on them. There were five of us helping , two in each of the larger rooms and one in the small bedroom , the latter I set to work on. One of the floorboards in the corner was loose when I took the sanding block to it, the knot in the wood actually fell out of the panel and into the dark abyss that lay below it. The hole in which the knot fell out of was large enough to put your finger through, then it just suddenly dawned on me that the floorboard was loose for a reason and I put my theory to the test. Sure enough when I put my finger in the knotless hole the floorboard lifted with ease and there underneath lay a small blue leather holdall. I looked at it, the curiosity and fear of the unknown battled within me, I wouldn’t open it, because items hidden under the floorboards can either mean two things - money or something unsavoury and foul. There was a smell emanating from there , subtle but there was a noted change it the fragrance of mustiness .So the following sentence sang from my lips ’Liz, everyone, you better take a look at what the fuck I just discovered’. The skipped with curiosity into the room.

‘What the fuck is that’ Ray asked
‘I don’t know but I’m not going to do the honours of opening it’ I said
Liz went into teacher mode and with an air of ridiculousness said ’give it here’ she sat the bag on the bed , unzipped it and held the bag by the bottom corner and tipped out its contents. A blue wad of material fell out. Again using her hand like a pincer she unravelled to see what secrets the blue nylon/chiffon bundle held. In that split second I think everyone was prayed for the sight of money, counted and banded like it was stolen in a heist. I don’t think anyone of us prepared ourselves for what we where about to see. A small plastic battery box with half a yard of cable attached to a small wooden connector of sorts. A blonde wig, lipstick , bra, couple of pairs of nylon panties, 1950s porn magazine and a few perished rubber attachments for the ’wooden connector’( It was a vibrator of sorts I since learned this when touring Prague‘s sex museum ), and last but not least a jar of Vaseline. A chorus of ’Ewwwwuh’s ’ resonated around the room. It was quite clear the previous owner had a penchant for transvestism and this was his dirty secret we had uncovered. Now the shock was just hilarious for all of us and over lunch we where still talking about it when a knock to the door came. Liz answered the door and the familiar voice filtered through to the kitchen. It was the chatty vendor and her parrot of a husband in tow. What were the chances??? I quickly told the others who they were before they where shown through and we sat there bug eyed trying to take in the events of the last couple of hours and who was about to come through the door. Thankfully Liz had binned everything and she shot straight through the kitchen and beckoned the couple outside to see the cleared jungle. Again, what were the chances of them calling to see the property on the heels of that revelation? Liz gave them a tour to show them all the changes and renovations that were made and they eventually made their way back to the kitchen where we sat steadfast listening to how much Liz was holding it together .

‘I was telling peter what a marvellous job Liz and yourselves have done to the place wasn’t I peter ? what did I say peter’ ‘ She did a top job’ he said like a nodding dog.
‘Oh Liz I nearly forgot’ she reached into her bag ‘Remember I was telling you how my father planted that rambling rose that grows over the shed, well here’s a picture of dad and I when I was five years old beside it , Look how small it is’ I knew what Liz was looking at ; she was picturing the dude in his blue nylon and chiffon negligee ,complete with blonde wig and shocking pink lipstick. Her eyes started to glaze and she struggled to smother her swelling laughter. Thankfully Liz’s cat Guinness decided to make an appearance which drove the couple out of the place like bats out of hell as they where both extremely allergic. But Liz made sure she trust the photo into everyones face making sure we got a good mental image of ‘the woman under the floorboards‘.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Evolution of Dance

How can you not be charmed with this guys gift

Porn Name Game

Ok So Im bored so lets play porn star name, you probably have heard of it before as its an old one but if not humour me please? The idea of it is that you use your mothers maiden surname and fuse it with the name of your first pet to get your 'porn star name' This might be a little too personal but feel free to use your neighbours surname or best friends if you want to play but not divulge too much.

In the skin flick french arthouse circuit I would be known as 'Snowy Duffy' Ive shown you mine now how's about you showing me yours?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Its called putting your best foot forward.

Phil Spector in court may 25th 06

And this was him yesterday in court.

I think the guy wants the jury to take him seriously now..

Friday, March 16, 2007

Top of the morning to yeh

To all who read this blog , friends and lurkers, I'd like to wish you all a happy St Patricks Day. You will probably call me a liar when I say that there will be near enough no chance of me getting drunk or indeed imbibing a drop today since I will be most likely looking after my two little ones, never a good mix. But please feel free to raise a glass to yourselves this fine day and celebrate, because no matter what nationality you are theres an Irish gene lurking in you somewhere, See weve already taken over the world, you guys just didnt realise it!

Dol ar meisce luí, Rinne le chéile agus duine a chealgadh chun suain~ Get drunk, make love and sleep well in the heady afterglow

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The Sacrifice of the Heart

"Platonic Love is a fool's name for the affection between a disability and a frost." Ambrose Bierce

How many of us have suffered the bitter sweet albeit humiliating line 'I like you only as a friend' or 'youre like a sister/brother to me'? in our younger or past years? A work collegue on mine recently told me of his heartbreak at the curse of platonic love and now that this friend of his knew how he felt it let their friendship dissapate to next to nothing. This platonic love has now turned into the torturous unrequited love. It reminded me of a poem by Ella Wilcox Wheeler that I loved and damn near know by heart from my own unrequited loves of my youth..

Platonic - Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
But couldn’t you be my friend?
Couldn’t we sit in the twilight,
Couldn’t we walk on the shore
With only a pleasant friendship
To bind us, and nothing more?

There was not a word of folly
Spoken between us two,
Though we lingered oft in the garden
Till the roses were wet with dew.
We touched on a thousand subjects –
The moon and the worlds above, -
And our talk was tinctured with science,
And everything else, save love.

A wholly Platonic friendship
You said I had proven to you
Could bind a man and a woman
The whole long season through,
With never a thought of flirting,
Though both were in their youth,
What would you have said, my lady,
If you had known the truth!

What would you have done, I wonder,
Had I gone on my knees to you
And told you my passionate story,
There in the dusk and the dew?
My burning, burdensome story,
Hidden and hushed so long –
My story of hopeless loving –
Say, would you have thought it wrong?

But I fought with my heart and conquered,
I hid my wound from sight;
You were going away in the morning,
And I said a calm goodnight.
But now when I sit in the twilight,
Or when I walk by the sea
That friendship, quite Platonic,
Comes surging over me.
And a passionate longing fills me
For the roses, the dusk, the dew;
For the beautiful summer vanished,
For the moonlight walks – and you.

I love the imagery that wilcox uses in the aftermath of the woman leaving, the quite despair and longing he feels of her absence as he walks along the sea. It is a very simple and quitely passionate tale.
My second choice of poetry comes from the master of unrequited love; WB Yeats, for his is a tale that spans over fifty years for the love of one woman, Maude Gonne.

No Second troy WB Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
This great Yeats poem deals with the poet's relationship with his beloved, Maud Gonne. A great mixture of feelings in the poem shows Yeats' own ambiguity in his emotions towards her. There are traces of reproach, admiration, jealousy and forgiveness, reflecting his real life relationship with the woman herself. This emotional turbulence is understandable when you realise that despite several rejections of his marriage proposals Yeats remained infatuated with Maud Gonne all his life.

As for my collegue there is no salve for platonic/unrequited love only time and I doubt very much he will take to the pen and ink to excorcise the demons that dwell within him at this point in time. But I did avoid showing him this article in the metro news yesterday..

A 76-year-old Chinese man has failed to get a divorce from his wife of 50 years on the grounds of the marriage being sexless. State media reported today that the man, identified only by his surname Ma, complained to a court in south-west China's Chongqing city that he had not slept with his wife for years.Instead, he said, he wished to live with his girlfriend, who is in her 40s. The court rejected the request, arguing that the love tying the couple together, although platonic, must be strong and stable since they had remained married for half a century.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Teenage kicks

I’ve never tolerated bullies well. Not even when I was a young child. One of my earliest memories is when I was six years old, at playtime seeing a kid getting a hard time and intervening just because I knew what was happening was wrong. I was gutsy and had little or no fear of kids my age or older. This was very much the case from year to year of my childhood and then into teenage years. When I was 16 I volunteered at a youth club which integrated handicapped/special needs children with able bodied children. When I was there I met a few people that I bonded with /socialised with outside of the club. One girl that was volunteering there seemed to be alright and it wasn’t long before she and my regular friends more or less became a regular unit. There where four of us, myself, Mary, Jeanne and lets call the last one Rachel. Now Rachel was the daughter of a police superintendent, he was a quite giant and a gent. Her mother on the other hand was a stay at home wife who lived in a shop window of a house. A snob if ever. I think she tolerated me because my Dad was in such a good job but nearly froze in horror when I told her where I lived as it was considered Slightly rough. One day all of us where sitting having a cup of tea in Rachel’s when her nutty mother came storming into the room and asked us not to touch the wallpaper with our elbows and promptly left, we where never allowed sit on the sofa of the front room as that was reserved for some quite ugly stuffed animals.. She was also a religious nut and policed Rachel about going to Mass, and looked down at the rest of us and our parents for letting us be nothing more than heathens. She even told me that she prayed for the redemption of my soul on a regular basis because I was a bit of a Goth . We endured her snide comments for about 2 years , if you want to get a mental picture of this woman, think of any woman with horned glasses that Gary Larson draws and you get the idea.

Now Jeanne on the other hand came from quite a liberal household, her father was both a sage and a hippie, a naturist and nonconformist. Her mother was quite often found baking phallic cakes or singing Irish rebel songs. Never where two families so different. Needless to say we spent a lot of time in Jeanne’s . Her parents went away often and Jeanne with her two brothers would throw parties with parental consent. They where tremendous fun and I would tell my parents that I was just going for a sleep over, watching videos and shooting the shit with Jeanne & Co because of the high frequency . On one such night of merriement we knocked at Rachel’s house to be greeted by her mother , she told Jeanne that Rachel would not be going because she could not trust Jeanne, on the basis that her brother was older and had a lot of friends who would take advantage of her daughter. I tried to reason with the woman for Rachel’s sake and argued with her respectfully and diplomatically but nothing was filtering through. Jeanne on the other hand, for the sake of Rachel, held her tongue (a huge fete considering how she always shot straight from the hip) and we headed off back to Jeanne’s for japes and shenanigans . Later on , both of us quite drunk got talking about Rachel’s mother, the walking bitch that she was and the injustice of it all. And as any drunken teenager would hatched a revenge plan. We headed back down to Rachel’s house about 4am in the morning. We had planned to do something with her mothers pristine manicured lawn and flowerbeds for revenge, But when we got there I came up with a brainwave. The refuse collection was due that morning and outside the garden lay about 6 large stuffed garbage sacks from Rachel’s to be collected. I told Jeanne that we should pile up the bags resting on the front door, so that when her mother opened the door they would fall in on top of her. Jeanne thought this a super idea but here was the clincher ; after we pile them up we perforate the bottom of the bag just enough that when she goes to put the bags back outside, halfway down the garden the arse would give way to trail the rubbish out. How we didn’t wake up the neighbours with our cackles Ill never know.

Rachel called the next day and told us about her mothers ordeal that morning. Apparently she was like an antichrist stinking of rubbish, the garden still had potatoe peel in the grass and her mother believed they where being victimised because of Rachel’s father being a policeman. Looking back I feel genuinely sorry for the woman for doing that to her and I’m sure she had the best interests of her daughter at heart. She’s mellowed throughout the years. Rachel came out the worst of it because as a result of her mothers behaviour and in a constant cry for her attention turned out to be a pathological liar right up until her mid twenties. Jeanne on the other hand is visiting me on Friday night, she and I have been friends for 20 years and its been a little over a year since I last saw her. No doubt she and I will reminisce about the incident and plenty more questionable incidents that we got up to ‘way back in the day’.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

weekend jukebox in hell

Hammer inspired me to do this because I couldnt quite communicate the vehemence I have for these tracks in his comments section so, Ive decided to post mine here, but I also add, it is no reflection on the actual videos some are quite fun because they are already parodying the song itself; but its the ' oh god the pain of it all' lyrics that is all important..
I wish someone would give this fucker a gust beneath theirs and blow them the fuck off the planeta whiney old maggoty whine fuckin whinge of a 'song' thank your lucky stars friedman I dont find out where you live and torch your house on the basis of the royalties you made from this song. You sing like a petshop on fire!This song is about as backward as the fuckers singing it Im putting up a bounty of 2m for the severed gelled heads of these fuckers Nothings gonna change my level of inclination to do some serious bodily harm to you if you ever visit my neck of the woods!

weekend jukebox

Some tracks Im listening to today, I hope theres at least one there that you like..

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Tee Shirt Hell

If you are looking to offend with tshirts heres a few examples from tshirt hell. These are mild to whats on offer on their site but thought the would raise a smile this morning for you guys.

still prefer the classic 'there are 134 joints in the human body not including the one in my pocket'

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Green Booger Sugar

One of the strangest things that I got up to in my childhood came to me last night when Suolas and I were getting our fix of Battlestar Galactica (okay we’re geeks, Moving swiftly on). In the episode one character is receiving some mind altering drugs to manipulate information he could possibly be harbouring . What has this got to do with my childhood you say? A very good question. The thing is whilst watching it , the image of me sniffing a cleaning powder burst into my minds eye and suddenly I found myself saying to Suolas matter of factly, ‘Yknow when I was about 9 I went through a few weeks of sniffing ‘Flash’ powder’. He slowly turned around , eyes wide, brow down and said ‘What??’

I went on to explain to him that one Saturday evening I was cleaning the kitchen with my mother and I was asking her if I could have the responsible job of washing the floor. It was 1980 , the wonderful world of cleaning products had not expanded much by washing crystals and flakes but ‘Flash Powder’ was the new kid in stain town with its neon green dissolvable powder and the smell of Norwegian spruces it was fallout chemicals to germs all over Irish kitchens. Mum prepared the water and mop for me and I set about doing the floor with gusto, Mum on the other hand went outside to the sitting room with a deserving cup of tea that I made for her and a crossword. When I had finished the floor I went about the business of showing my mother what a good job I had done before setting down the obligatory newspapers to give the clean floor extended life. Congratulated and feeling very mature I put away the mop bucket and reached for the packet of flash to store under the sink. I closed the door and rubbed my nose.

On the tips of my fingers some of the powder had lingered and it promptly went up my hooter which resulted in a ridiculous sneezing frenzy. Call me strange but I actually got a hilarious buzz off it, sneezing so much, tickled nostrils and feeling light-headed after so much sneezing was probably the most euphoric feeling I knew in all my youthful years.

This went on for a couple of weeks until I showed My older brother , who even though was only two years older than me still had the good sense to know that I was ‘stupid is as stupid does’ . The ‘hey watch this’ boastful line was promptly met with the siren and threatening ‘ M-u-u-u-m Jude’s sniffing flash’. Its kinda hard to tell your brother to shut the fuck up when you’re in the middle of a sneezing frenzy. Mum entered the kitchen , a swift hard clip around the ear was dealt and the terse question of ‘what the fuck are you playing' at was delivered through gritted teeth. My explanation was lost in a torrent stupidity labels and my mum threw out the Flash. After a grounding and period of being watched like a hawk, that was the end of that.

Now I have never tried coke, have been offered it but never did it. I don’t think it would ever give me the hit that the green booger sugar could top. And besides Charlie might give you nosebleeds but at least for my brief foray into substance abuse as a kid , I had clean pipes and smelled pine fresh everywhere I went.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Waiting for friday

Im a little bit idle today so you guys must bare the brunt of this.. Enjoy
Billy Connolly's life lessons
Tread gently on anyone who looks at you sideways.
Have lots of long lie-ins.
Wear sturdy socks, learn to grow out of medium underwear and, if you must lie about your age, do it in the other direction. Tell people you're ninety-seven and they'll think you look f*cking great.
Try to catch a trout and experience the glorious feeling of letting it go and seeing it swimming away.
Never eat food that comes in a bucket.
If you don't know how to meditate at least try to spend some time every day just sitting.
Boo joggers.
Don't work out, work in.
Play the banjo.
Sleep with somebody you like.
Eat plenty of liquorice Allsorts.
Try to live in a place you like.
Marry somebody you like.
Try to do a job you like.
Never turn down an opportunity to shout "F*ck them all!" at the top of your voice.
Avoid bigots of all descriptions.
Let your own bed become to you what the Pole Star was to sailors of old.....look forward to it.
Don't wear tight underwear on aeroplanes.
Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that, who cares? He's a mile away and you've got his shoes.
Clean your teeth and keep the company of people who will tell you when there's spinach on them.
Avoid people who say they know the answer. Keep the company of people who are trying to understand the question.
Don't pat animals with sneaky eyes.
If you haven't heard a good rumour by 11:00am, start one.
Learn to feel sorry for music because, although it is the international language, it has no swear words.
If you write a book, be sure it has exactly seventy-six "f*cks" in it.
Avoid giving LSD to guide dogs.
Don't be talked into wearing a uniform.
Salute nobody.
Never run with scissors or other pointy objects.
Campaign against blue Smarties.
Above all, go to Glasgow at least once in your life and have a roll and square sliced sausage and a cup of tea. When you feel the tea coursing over your spice-singed tongue, you'll know what I mean when I say: It's good to be alive."

And now for some useless trivia Armored knights raised their visors to identify themselves when they rode past royalty. This custom has evolved into the modern military salute.
Spiral staircases in medieval castles turn right as they ascend. This was so that (right-handed) knights defending the castle could more easily combat invading foes who were climbing the stairs.
Dashing horses kicking up mud (among other things), splashing the passengers riding behind them, led to the invention of the dashboard, a term which survives today.
Firehouses have circular stairways because the engines were at a time pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor, and figured out how to walk up straight staircases
The Declaration of Independence was written on hemp paper.
The US purchased Alaska from Russia for approximately 2 cents an acre.
The names of the three monkeys are Mizaru (see no evil), Kikazaru (hear no evil), and Iwazaru (speak no evil).
The Greek word "gymnasium" means "to exercise naked". In Ancient Greece, gymnasts wore no clothes.
Dismas and Gestas were the two thieves crucified with Jesus.
The term "dodger" (from the Brooklyn Dodgers, now known as the Los Angeles Dodgers) was a shortened form of "trolley dodgers," which described Brooklynites for their ability to avoid being hit by trolley cars.
The ghosts in Pac-Man are named Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde.
Mr. Snuffleupagas' first name was Alyoisus.
Thomas Crapper is credited with inventing the modern-day toilet, and Otto Titsling with inventing the brassiere. Major General Joseph Hooker allegedly paid prostitutes to accompany his soldiers in the Civil War.
A group of unicorns is called a blessing. A group of owls is called a parliament
The two lions in front of the New York Public Library are currently named Patience and Fortitude

The word "pound" is abbreviated "lb." from the Latin "libra pondo", meaning weight or balance, where the constellation got its name.
The word "checkmate" comes from the Persian phrase "Shah Mat," meaning "the king is dead".
"Alma mater" means "bountiful mother".
"Admiral" is derived from the Arabic phrase "amir al bahr," which means "lord of the sea".
"Stewardesses", "reverberated", and "lollipop" are the longest words that can be typed using only one hand on a keyboard. "Skepticisms" is the longest word that alternates hands, while the longest word that can be typed using the top row only is "typewriter".
The only 15-letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is "uncopyrightable".