Link goodness from shimaera

Last night, shimaera told me of this charming muffin-related film. This morning, I had to hack through the jungle that is my hazey memory to recall exactly what she told me and where it was. Finally, "muffinfilms.com" came to mind! Rejoice!

Y'all need to take a look at this:

Have you seen my pants?

Douglas Adams describes the quinessential bad night

Sleeping in Labuan Bajo, however, is something of an endurance test.

Being woken at dawn by the cokerels is not in itself a problem. The problem arises when the cokerels get confused as to when dawn actually is. They suddenly explode into life, squawking and screaming at about one o'clock in the morning. At about one-thirty they eventually realise their mistake and shut up, just as the major dogfights of the evening are getting under way. These usually start with a few minor bouts between the more enthusiastic youngsters, and then the full chorus of heavyweights weighs in with a fine impression of what it might be like to fall into the pit of hell with the London Symphony Orchestra.

It is then quite an education to learn that two cats fighting can make easily as much noise as forty dogs. It is a pity to have to learn this at two-fifteen in the morning, but then the cats do have a lot to complain about in Labuan Bajo. They have their tails docked at birth, which is supposed to be good luck, though presumably not to the cats.

Once the cats have concluded their reflections on this, the cockerels suddenly get the idea that it's dawn again and let rip. It isn't, of course. Dawn is still two hours away, and you still have the delivery-van horn-blowing competition to get through to the accompaniment of the major divorce proceedings that have suddenly erupted in the room next door.

At last things calm down and your eyelids begin to slide thankfully together in the blessed predawn hush, and then about five minutes later, the cockerels finally get it right./i>

Oh...and at the con...

...We met a Stormtrooper Elvis