Rome is a bizarre place to be right now, and I find myself torn between harrumphishly ignoring the whole fandango and drowning myself in every tiny detail. Waiting for the train -- delayed 70 minutes for arriving pilgrims -- everyone from work had another little stone to add to the memorial cairn. S...
Luigi -- who is presumably thinking a lot about career changes -- is taking pointers from a most unusual source. No. 99 is particularly sweet, and will doubtless form the basis for a PhD thesis in the not too distant future.
And then there’s this spooky cartoon from chez Pim, who blogs about f...
When I were a lad the back cover of every comic book was a window onto a world of strangeness. Sea Monkeys! X-ray Specs! Become a Cartoonist! And, of course, Play Guitar, Be Popular!
That last one was brought home with a vengeance last Monday afternoon. Sparing you the edible details (the saus...
fimoculous has three absolute gems this morning, to whit:
Somehow I can't quite bring myself to work Stop Making Sense into this post.
24 March 2018: I wonder if those are still there. I didn't save the permalink...
Some while ago, shortly after I arrived here, someone said how Italian I had become. "If you're not eating, you're discussing what you ate yesterday, or what you're going to eat tomorrow." I took that as a bit of a compliment. But at Easter, what else is there to discuss?
Off to Montecchio on...
