It's just not kabaddi!

Pranvav belonged to a little blogging community and used the name Da Karamadajan. In a country where there are a lot of people, the word 'little' or 'thoda' describes the community well, because, at its best there were three bloggers - Rishaan, Rubra and Da Karamadajan. 

Rishaan had spent many years playing the sitar. He called his blog Rishaan ka sitaar baig. Rubra was deeply into Sikhism and had no time for those involved in Hinduism. He came into the blogging community but often shut down his blog, probably because the other two were both heavily into Hinduism. Quite a bit of bickering went on, on the blogs, about which religion was better. Pranvav had retired from his job as a Masala Chai production manager and now spent a lot of time playing kabaddi and cricket.

Where kabaddi was played there were no dangerous banks, so Pranvav just walked around the building when he had nothing better to do. 

Rubra, when not studying the sacred books of Shikhism, liked to play the sitar too but then he bought a surbahar and fell in love with it. The sitar now took second place.

Rishaan was happy playing his sitar.

Pranvav had an interesting time at cricket. There was a guy, who came along, named Mazaak. Mazaak seemed to know everything about life and liked to 'discuss' topics with Pranvav. Unfortunately, Pranvav found it hard to get a word in. Mazaak had no practice at listening. He went on and on and on. Pranvav spent a lot of listening time wishing he could hit Mazaak with a cricket bat. This was not a healthy relationship.

Rishaan had to give Da Karamadajan quite a lot of advice on the blogs. Rubra would often interrupt with his silly Sikh ideas. The other two would have to quote from the Hindu holy book. It was a bit of a verbal battle at times. Pranvav found relief in Puja and Bhakti. These practices always made him feel better.

He dropped his phone in the bath!?

 What?

"The phone is working well. I just have to be careful not to drop it in the bath!"

Well, yes, that's true. For most people dropping a phone in the bath is not going to happen, but this IS TC, The Curmudgeon, who likes to face life with a splash.

"Oops, I dropped my phone again."

If you want to know absolutely everything about Peter (aka TC) buying a phone, have a long read HERE.

Now let's get on with life.

I rang Robert yesterday and he is fine. The blogs weren't mentioned. Shelley has the flu but I tested negative. Maybe I didn't make a good job of the test, but I'm going with that result. Unfortunately, Andad can't risk seeing his andsons for a while, but dad has promised a video link. Hey, just for the record, 'Andad' is not a spelling mistake. That's what my elder andson calls me.

Yeah, yeah, I know you're all waiting to hear about my practice. Hey, don't worry, I didn't drop my violin in the bath. I've been maintaining an hour a day through some busy days. Unfortunately, I haven't touched my bass for a few days. I'd better get onto that soon. At least, I haven't dropped it in the bath. I'm doing four habits now - warm up, double stops, 3 / 7 chords and arpeggios. I also noticed that I had been neglecting repertoire practice, or reinforcement, so I'm back onto that too. If I ever get a solo violin gig, I'll need a strong repertoire. Don't worry, I'll keep my music stand and charts away from the bath.

Peter's nemesis.

The sun is just starting to rise in the Nui. I'll have to go out into the cold and deliver my elderly neighbour's paper to her doorstep soon. Shelley started this ritual quite a few years ago. It's scarf weather at the moment.

Peter might do another post today - remember that he has got 'the office' all to himself. I'm just hoping that he will keep things like the coffee machine, the toaster, the computer and his electric razor away from the bath. I hope that he doesn't have to buy an appliance or something like an electric razor today. After all, we've sat through a very long post about him buying a phone. Perhaps a different topic would be better for this new post?

Here are some suggestions for the old fellow:

• Changing a tyre.
• I have ants!
• Fighting with a neighbour.
• Whales in the harbour.
• Putting up a wire fence around the bath.
• Would Trump make a good rugby player?
• My pal David Seymour.
• It's great that the government have banned dogs in barber shops!

Yes, that last one would make a great post! I heard on the news that hairdressers can no longer allow dogs onto their premises (except for guide dogs) or serve refreshments. With all that has been going on, people losing their jobs and women's equity being abandoned, this seemed like a big one to me! Hold on, I'm just trying to think of when I last had a haircut interrupted by a barking dog or someone slurping a coffee too loudly. You'd better give me time to think that one through.

That's me for today.

Ciao tutti.

It's just not croquet!

 Pizza belonged to a little blogging community and used the name The Comeagain. The word 'little' describes the community well, because, at its best there were three bloggers - Dickshit, Rubbertoe and The Comeagain.

Dickshit had started out in life playing the violin, but his teacher moved him 'down' to the viola because the parts were easier. He called his blog Dickshit's Viola Case. Rubbertoe was a devout Protestant who couldn't stand Catholics. He came into the blogging community but often shut down his blog, probably because the other two were Catholics. Quite a bit of bickering went on, on the blogs, about which religion was better. Pizza had retired from his job as a soft drink sales manager and now spent a lot of time playing croquet and table tennis.

The croquet field was near a rather big, steep bank and Pizza liked to climb down it to find lost croquet balls. Unfortunately, he was known for slipping down the bank and twisting knees and ankles.

Rubbertoe, when not helping out at church, liked to play the violin but then he bought an octobass and fell in love with it. The violin now took second place.

Dickshit's viola was tuned a fifth down from the violin and was bigger, but obviously not as big as Rubbertoe's  octobass.

From bottom to top, C  G  D  A.

Pizza had an interesting time at table tennis. There was a guy, who came along, named Banter. Banter seemed to know everything about life and liked to 'discuss' topics with Pizza. Unfortunately, Pizza found it hard to get a word in. Banter had no practice at listening. He went on and on and on. Pizza spent a lot of listening time wishing he could hit Banter with a table tennis bat. This was not a healthy relationship.

Dickshit had to give The Comeagain quite a lot of advice on the blogs. Rubbertoe would often interrupt with his silly Protestant ideas. The other two would have to quote from the Catholic Doctrine. It was a bit of a verbal battle at times. Pizza would often go off and recite the Rosary. Time with the Virgin Mary always made him feel better.

Peter's back.

 

Peter has returned home to the north. He left a rather long 'statement type' comment on my previous post that started with, "Look, I just want to give you fair warning. I'm back from my South Island adventures and this means that I'll set up the 'big' computer in the study - my study - again and do some serious posting and commenting." It is only 'his' study when Lynn is away. He then went on, "I've noticed the slippage in standards while I've been away. I don't mean to embarrass you but it does need to be pointed out." Then there was more, "Robert has been hiding (out of embarrassment?) and isn't contributing." There was even more, but I'll leave the rest.

This from the guy who likes to wear silly hats.

In one of his sentences he uses an unusual word, "I"'m." Maybe it comes from Latin, or something? He was in 3P, back in the day, and those guys were being trained up to become priests. I think that all they were taught, besides religion, were big words and Latin. They certainly weren't taught to proofread.

He goes on to say that he wants Robert to come 'back to the fold'. To quote his favourite word, Sheesh! 

Hey, this is the guy who used the same picture five times on his last post!

Here are two of them.

It seems that he couldn't be bothered taking four more photos. Then he feels confident to give us this statement, "I'll set up the 'big' computer in the study - my study - again and do some serious posting and commenting." Aren't we just SOOOOO excited!

I sneaked over to Robert's blog, only to see that Peter is sucking up to him big time!

Sheesh! Again. Robert likes to sulk or play hard to get. Maybe he just doesn't want to hang around with non-Catholics? When someone chooses 'not to love you', let them go. That is their decision, not yours. I'm very happy for Robert not to comment on my blog. He's a big boy who can make his own decisions. 

Hey, I've got to go and take Shelley's car to VTNZ to check the warrant work we've had done.

Ciao tutti.

Blogging since 2007 - 18 years!

 

Richard's Bass Bag*

* the original bass bagging site AND, in fact, the first blog in this little blogging community

2007? The Curmudgeon? No.

Wasn't even around in 2007!

Robert? Came later and went.

RICHARD'S BASS BAG*

* The original blogging site!

 

 

Why hasn't Father Lion spoken to those lawmakers in Texas?

 

Hang on, hang on, there are 11 Commandments now!

Remember Father Lion! I told you about him a few posts back. This information comes from that blogger who fucked off left this blogging community.

Father Lion, from that ex-blogger's church, wants us to love one another. I think we need advice from Evil Doctor Richard.

"Hi. Firstly, let me say my bit as a Catholic Apologist. I'm sorry that these 'god fearing people' are inflicting their beliefs on others. I feel pretty sure that not everyone in Texas wants the Eleven Commandments rammed down their children's throats. I also feel that the Eleventh Commandment is going to be a hard one for every Catholic to live up to.

"11. Love one another."

Does that mean that you love every living person equally? I've heard it has been broken down into different types of love or levels. 

Maybe it goes something like this:

• Love for God (and his son and the bird) and the Virgin Mary.
• Love for your family and wife or husband.
• Love for friends.
• Love for people you have met.
• Love for people you don't know.
• Love for dead people who aren't in Hell.
• Love for dead people who are in Hell.
• Love for people who leave rude comments on your blog.

Okay, okay, I'm joking about the last one! 

Why do Catholics think that they invented morals? It doesn't show up in a lot of their history. Those paedophile clergy certainly missed the point, though there is no commandment that actually says, "Don't sexually interfere with children."

Maybe we need about 27 commandments?

12. Treat people with different sexual orientation as well as you want to be treated.

13. All religions are based on faith and not fact. Don't be mean to Protestants, or others.

And so on.

Okay, that's probably enough for you to chew on today.

I'll be back soon, so I can help you with your questions. Just leave a comment and, hey, don't trust Catholics. Just remember Brother Benedict."

It's driving me to 'O's!

 Okay, Peter is having a good holiday

BUT

why did we need to see a picture of his knee being rested?

I'm assuming it's the left knee.

Oo, oooo oo o oooooo ooooooo!

Translation:

Oh, that is a little strange!

I sneaked over to Rob's blog which I'm not sure I'm allowed to go to - well, he did say that he wanted to steer clear of online things (or something like that). Peter left a message that reads, 

"Is drawing like wating when you irrigate the garden?"

And he thinks my 'O' language is weird!!!

Work it out for yourselves.

Ciao.

Here's a post using only the letter 'O'.

 Oo ooo o oooooo. Ooo o oooo o ooo? Oo oo ooo oooo, ooooooo oo o oooo! O oo oooo o oooo, oooooo, oooooooo ooo oooooo.

O oooo ooo ooo.

Ooooooo, oo o oooo ooo oo-oooooo ooo oo. Ooooo? Ooooo oo ooooo. Ooo oo ooo'oo ooo oooooo oo o ooooo. Oooooo, oo ooooo oo ooooo o oo o oooooo oo oo.

Oooooo.

Ooo oo o oooooooooo, ooooo, o ooo? Ooo oo o o o ooooo oo, ooo ooo ooo oo, ooo. O oo ooo oooooooooo ooo o oooo oo.

Ooo oo oooooooooo.

O ooo oo Oooooo ooo Ooooo oo o ooo oooooo oo ooo'o! Oooooooooo! Oo oo oooo oooo oo-oooooooo oo o oooooooo oooooo oooooooo. Ooooooo, ooooo, oooooo ooo oooooo. O oooo oo ooooo oo oooo ooo oooo ooo.

Oooo!

 

Oooo, oooo'o oo ooo ooooo.

Oooo

What can I say?

Well, anything really. Peter wasn't very complimentary about my last post and Robert has buggered off, so I can really write whatever I like.

1 1 was a racehorse, 2 2 was 1 2. 1 1 1 1 race 1 day and 2 2 1 1 2.

When ewe goes for a walk, it's the sheep leading the sheep.

Funnily enough, Robert still writes a blog. I had a sneak look. Maybe he has a girlfriend who reads it? Maybe Kylie reads it? It still ends with, "Have fun and don't sin." Though, the word 'boys' has gone. Anyway, not my business if I'm not welcome there.

I changed the strings on The Bob yesterday. Quite a hard job and the bridge isn't really sitting how I'd like it to. There are no luthiers in Wellington at the moment - one died, and one is returning to England. So, The Bob will just have to stay how it is until maybe I get Daryl around to help me straighten it.

I wasn't very pleased with my practice yesterday. I left it until a bit later in the day. I'll try to start earlier today. I'll also try to get 15 minutes done on The Gloria. At least there are no bass strings to change today. Peter is probably pleased that there are no strings on the bagpipes.

It is now 6.29am and it is still dark in the Nui. It is rather windy too. I think I went to bed too early last night. Anyway, I've had enough sleep. I'm going to have cornflakes for breakfast very soon. Cornflakes and yoghurt. Peter probably has a special recipe for that. It probably has a fancy name to go with it. Something like 'Tibetan Chemeux' or 'Inverted Cornus'. 

I'm really starting to run out of things to write. Maybe it is time to stop.

Ciao.

Richard's Bass Bag* is very excited to welcome back Catholic Apologist Evil Doctor Richard.

 

"Thank you. Firstly, please let me apologise for how the Catholic church treated women who they thought to be witches. Sorry. I am extremely sorry.

It's great to hear the demand from readers to find out about churches, religion, gods and the rest of it. I'd like to look at the god that Catholics follow. Actually, two people and a bird in one god.

"tweet, tweet."

They are called God the Father, God the Son and the Holy Spirit (or God the Bird). Some say that God the Father is the boss, so we'll go with that for now. We are told that God is PERFECT. That must mean that all that stuff in the Bible about him getting angry is simply not true. Hey, this guy doesn't make mistakes! 

God, this perfect being, made mankind. 

I hope the painter got
fired for adding belly buttons.

There has been quite a bit of discussion lately about how people are affected sexually. We have transgender people. gay people, straight people and so on. 

Some people like to say firmly that THERE ARE ONLY TWO SEXES. This implies that people who are transgender or gay or whatever are only claiming to be what they are for the hell of it, and it is a decision that they have made themselves, presumably to go on a bit of a journey.

"Hi, Brent here. I'm bored. Hey, what if I started dressing like a woman?" It doesn't happen like that. People follow what they feel they are. A gay man wants a partner who is another man, that's just the way he is put together.

Put together?

What?

Yes, the way he was made by a perfect being who just doesn't make mistakes. Like I said, perfect people don't get angry. A perfect person would not seek to kill lots of living things he has made. If this god had wanted just men and women who married each other, he would have made that happen.

He didn't.

Hey, if having all these other groups of people is not good, it's God's mistake. That means that God stuffed up. Catholics will not want to believe that but think it through logically.

So...

If we only have two sexes, God is not perfect!

There you go!

Hey, it's nice to be back. RBB has asked me to pop in quite frequently, so I'm looking forward to seeing you all again."

* the original bass bagging site

That's the last string!

No, Richard, that simply is not true!

You have four strings to change on The Bob. There will be three other strings until you get to the last string.

And it pays not to mess with The Bob.

For anyone who is new around here, there are two double basses in my living room. They are named after my parents: The Gloria and The Bob. The Gloria is my main bass but, before she arrived, I played The Bob for many, many years. The Bob is what they refer to as a plywood bass, which means that it is a cheaper type of bass. However, I played The Bob on many, many high-powered gigs and he never let me down. A little while ago I put him into 5ths tuning, but didn't like it. Today I intend to put him back into 4ths. Who knows, I may even use him on a gig. Oh, that's right, I don't have any gigs. Anyway, I can still do some practice on him.

Peter has promised us a post later today.

I thought that's a joke that Peter might get.

It'll no doubt be about his adventures down south. I look forward to it. Well, there are no other posts to read around here now. Far less about Jesus and silly, deluded old saints now that an ex-blogger doesn't love us anymore. That's the way the cookie crumbles.

Hey, I'm off to get those strings changed.

Looking forward to Peter's post.

Ciao.

A post to myself.

 Good on you for picking up a new black ink cartridge. 

I'll put it in shortly.

Don't forget that you have lawns to do today. You made a good start yesterday with the weed eating.

Though I think that the back of the section could use a bit of weed eating first, before you start mowing.

Good that you picked up some petrol yesterday.

It'd be good to squeeze in another 15 minutes on the bass today. That just keeps it ready for action. Yes, as you have been thinking, just chew off about 8 bars of those chord progressions at a time. That can be done in 'habits' time because those are the chord progressions that you really need to memorise totally. Don't forget the importance of those long bows and stating the tune clearly.

Remember, old pants and boots for the outside work. I'm sure that I won't forget to wear a hat and gloves. 

It looks like your pal Peter is having a good time down south. We might get a blog post sometime, if we are very lucky. Let's just hope that he stays off that extra strong wine they have down there.

He'd be safer drinking this.

Ciao mio.

The Holy Gospel according to Idiots.

Things are going to be pretty quiet around the blogs for a while. Rob has buggered off and doesn't comment anymore on other blogs, it seems. He runs a blog in almost secrecy - it can be hard to get into. Hey but, until he actually locks the door, you can get there via our LINKS service.

His posts tend to be gospel based and he offers words of wisdom like this quote:

"By being bastions of morality others come to benefit from walking out of the darkness into the light as they follow our good example."

He finishes the post with advice, "Have fun boys and don't be hateful."

For all the 'love' that he skites about, how much is he really into compassion? Are his feelings really more sincere that that of an atheist? I certainly don't think that catholics (no capital letter - they don't deserve that) can claim to be 'bastions of morality'. Just look at their past - paedophile clergy, burning women as witches, the Spanish Inquisition. The list goes on.

Poor old Peter, with all his wine knowledge, wasn't ready for that fact that wine is made stronger in the South Island (they don't export the strong stuff). How else can you explain the comments he left on my last post?

Gosh, those big 3P words certainly come out when he is pissed! I'm talking about 'Agamogenesise'. I wonder how many of those big words are floating around in his head, just waiting for him to visit the South Island and get stuck into their high alcohol wine?

"I is fining thes post abstentious.
An accountrement if the nortf. Sheesh!"

I told him not to wear that hat in the South Island! I said, "They'll think you're from Alaska and will load you up with cheap wine." He obviously didn't listen.

I did 15 minutes on the double bass yesterday. I'll repeat that today. Violin practice will continue as normal. 

That's it.

Ciao nessuno.

I really don't give a truck.

 

My elder grandson is roughly my age. Well, both of our ages end with the number 2, so we're close in age. His vocabulary is expanding, and he can now say Andma and Andad. He just struggles a bit with the beginnings of words. He loves buses, trucks, ambulances and cars and shouts their names out excitedly when he sees them. One of these words could easily be misinterpreted, but I know what he means. When he sees my daughter, he shouts out, "Aunty!" He has no problem with her name. He makes a good job with 'ambulance' too.  I think he likes words that begin with vowels.

I think Rob is down to one blog - HERE. I don't know if it will last, but I'll put it back on my LINKS list, for old time's sake. Just to be nice. 

I must do a little double bass practice today. Just a little. 

Violin: I'm still practising my habits, two of which are double stops and 3 / 7 chords. I've discovered, on my solo (unaccompanied) pieces, that, while the 3 / 7 chords give you a lovely jazzy sound, the straight old major and minor double stops give the harmony a clear direction for listeners. At least, that is my latest thinking. I am working on memorizing all the chord progressions both ways so that I have a choice. When I say 'memorize', I mean to a point where mistakes are almost impossible. 

You'll notice that I am using quite a few American spellings, for example, 'memorize' instead of 'memorise'. This is because my spell check program puts a big red line under English versions of some words. I should really ignore this. I'll have to work on that. Sorry.

MAKE ENGLISH SPELLING GREAT AGAIN!

In my defence, I have certainly not given up on the verb 'practise' or, for that matter, the word 'defence'. That would be going too far. Time for me to move on into the day.

Ciao tutti. Or should I say, "Ciao nessuno."?

I have had two attempts at a comment deleted from Rob's blog 'Mostly bible'.

Here's the comment I tried to leave.

I tried twice, but each time it was deleted.

A natural consequence of this is that I will not provide links to Rob's current two blogs and I will delete any comments left on mine. Hey, that's just common sense - how the world works.

Arricederci Rob.

The sun is slowly rising over the Nui.

 I slept in until about 6.30am this morning. It's 7.05am as I begin to write. I have a quiet day today. Nothing really planned at this point, except violin practice.

You'll notice that I always use that picture. It's the latest picture I have of my violin. Practice will be pretty much as usual today. Like the picture, I guess - nothing different. 

Now I can't think of anything to write about. That's alright because it seems that only Peter reads this blog and he's busy down south. I hope he's not making a nuisance of himself at the local tennis club. I had a quick look at Robert's blogs. Yes, he has two now. You can get to one from the LINK on this site. The other is quite hard to get onto. That may be a deliberate tactic to keep atheists away. I'll leave my LINK there, but I think I'll change its name. I haven't decided what to call it yet - you'll have to find it.

I guess I'm sort of writing this post to myself, but that's okay, I like the process of writing and it's a nice way to wake up in the morning. I think I'll have to start leaving thoughtful comments on my own blog. Yes, that sounds like fun. 

Peter would probably post a 'humerous' picture at this point. Let's see what I can find.

Yes, that's definitely up with Peter's level of humour. Well done, me!

I wouldn't mind popping into Wellington today and getting a new block of rosin. This is the one I am using...

It's about $60. Maybe I should just get a cheaper one locally. Yes, I think I might do that. I think we are planning to have a look in the Dowse today and maybe the gallery in Upper Hutt. Really a medium priced rosin would do the trick. 

Well, that's just about it from me for today. I don't really need a shave, so just two Ss this morning.

Ciao tutti.