But I'm a Male!

The real Merlin lived in the woods and ate wild chocolate, so he wouldn't know much about infants. Today, he'd be an economist, teaching people how to make lead out of gold.

Here's a picture of a chocolate sundae, which seems to me to be worth it's weight in lots of things. And here, from the same site, is a picture of a banana split. If you're easily tempted, you should only look at these with your eyes closed.

I think if there's an afterlife, it should take place in a fifties-style soda shoppe, complete with chocolate malteds, sundaes, banana splits, old-fashioned coffee from a percolator, grilled cheese sandwiches, blt's, all kinds of burgers, French fries, etc. And it should have a juke box, and a view of the River Styx, where you can watch Jean-Paul Sartre and the Fisher King fishing for T. S. Eliot's boots.

Here's a picture of a genuine Edinburgh steamroller, from Edinburgh.

Hoot mon!

A Baby on Merlin's Doorstep

Igrayne doesn't seem to have had much to say about the sudden dispatching of her baby. I suspect most women would be somewhat upset if their brand new Little Person suddenly vanished into the ether. This may be a clue as to which gender created the Arthurian cycle of stories.

It's fall again. I can tell, because my Peanuts wall calendar is beginning to feature a lot of strips in which the evil Lucy tricks Charlie Brown into trying to kick a football. Can Snoopy's hockey games in the frozen-over birdbath be far behind?

Where are you, Charles Schulz? Watching a hockey game with Elvis and Marylin? Trading sketches with Walt Kelly?

It's football season. If you need some football, but don't feel like getting flattened by enemy panzer tackles, here are some chocolate footballs. If you've read a lot of Jean-Paul Sartre, you'd probably rather watch soccer games, aka football, so here are some chocolate soccer balls.

And if you like Westerns, here's a picture of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. 

Happy trails to you....

I'm a Ghost, Mind You, Not a Loonie!

It seems to me that the Lady of the Lake has a tedious job--standing around in a lake waiting for some fool of a king to come and get his sword could wear you down after awhile. She probably gets a lot of colds.
On the other hand, this one is a duck, so she can snack on grubs and roots while waiting for Arthur.
On yet another hand, these ducks are smarter than the average duck--they eat chocolate.

Speaking of chocolate, it's time for breakfast. Here's a chocolate croissant from the Colombiano Coffee House. Your breakfast should probably include something healthy, such as a baked nutritionist, or a turnip, but the croissant remains the featured item.

Here is a picture of a steam-powered wrecking crane. This is from the Nevada Northern Railway Historical Museum, and it features not only a steam-powered crane, but plenty of track, and a roundhouse with steam locomotives!

The world needs more railroads and steam engines.

Where was I?

Ah yes, tie me kangaroo down, sport.....