. . . but I what I lack in creativity I can leverage vicariously by using yours while resisting every urge to be vulgar after a very long and unrewarding day at work!

For over 2,000   nano-light years   (unit of time, plural), since the Romans   left   (past-tense verb)  Lychee  (food), cheese making has been  profound   (adjective) in the lifestyle of  honey ants  (plural noun) who have inhabited the  floor   (generic place/s) we now call  Rubin   (name). The  lucrative  (adjective or noun) and lush pastures in the  holiday  (adjective for place)areas have  longingly  (adverb) been associated with boat  (noun)  farming   (a job + ing).  More than 100   bloody   (adjective) varieties of   rain   (noun) are   swallowed   (past-tense verb) in Switzerland - not mass   pilfired   (past-tense verb). Cheeses like   Ralph   (name) are made in   flacid   (adjective),   generoulsy   (adverb) controlled   canyons   (place, plural), each under the   porch   (noun) of a   princess   (title) cheese   fertiliser   (verb + er) with a federal   ministry   (noun)  – no wonder   sensitive   (adjective), full   spasmed   (past-tense verb)   Slobovian   (nationality) cheeses are   fumbled   (past-tense verb) to be some of the best in the   sensual   (adjective)!

Seriously,

 T. Homnambulum (Thursday, 9:57pm)

This map was created by Stuart McArthur of Melbourne, Australia. He drew his first South-Up map when he was 12 years old (1970). His geography teacher told him to re-do his assignment with the "correct" way up if he wanted to pass. Three years later he was an exchange student in Japan. He was taunted by his exchange student-friends from the USA for coming from "the bottom of the world." It was then, at age 15, he resolved to one day publish a map with Australia at the top. Six years later, while at Melbourne University, he produced the world's first "modern" south up map and launched it on Australia day in 1979. It has sold over 350,000 copies to date.

Want to learn more?

This may be a bit generalised but it's very interesting.

My political compass

Economic Left/Right: -6.62
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -7.64

Authoritarian
Left		Right
Libertarian

Want to find out where your economic/political compass is pointing?                                      With thanks to Snowy.

It's as real and as elusive as your favourite childhood dream.  And perhaps like that dream will repeat from time to time.

It was after supper.  After dark.  Someone came in from the barnyard and very casually said we should go have a look.  She didn't really want to bundle up.  Didn't want to leave the warmth but she was curious.  Was this going to be her first?  She thought she'd better make the effort.  Just in case.  Anyway, he was keen for her to see it.

They stood just outside the back door that everyone used as the front door.  Not a trace of wind disturbed the winterscape and the silence was absolute.  Animals huddled in the not too distant barn were quiet.  Utter stillness.  Except the sky.

Shear beams danced intensely against writhing, muffled curtains of the most subtle colour in undulating ribbons.  It went on and on.  Everything and nothing was in motion.  No words for it.  To say it was stunning just begs another inadequate understatement.  The two were speechless.  He'd never seen one like this and didn't notice until minutes later that her wonder was devastating.  Silent tears betrayed her and beautifully bespoke this timeless apparition.

Beneath the darkness he held her while the sun, unseen and speaking in silent whispers, caressed the skies above those cold and frigid plains.