Doctor F*cking Libby



Silly lady

I'm stepping aside from the saga of the suspicious Scotsman for at least one post, and concentrating on a certain Doctor Libby, who I found on the pages of NZ Life and Leisure.

All is Sweetness and Light

What a lovely day!

Blus and Rants

We got a T-box installed on Friday.

Mufti Day 2

An example of Insanity.  Both the man and the idea, but mostly the idea.

If you don't believe me, ask the alien living in your head.

Two Mufti days back to back.
Are they insane?

Weather (3)

The Electronic Mistress in all her glory

As I was sitting at "My Bloody Electronic Mistress" my beloved mentioned something about the weather, and I gathered from her tone that she expected an intelligible answer, not the usual Anonymous Grunt (see yesterdays post for elucidation).
"What was that Dear" I said
"It's not surprising there was an earthquake in Christchurch, it's been hot, humid and still all day." she said,
"It's earthquake weather".
"What? (tones of disbelief creeping into my voice)
"It's typical earthquake weather"  she said (in a tone which suggested that everyone knows this)

Still, Hot and Humid

I just stared incredulously at my beloved, my eyes bulging slightly.
Then I remembered that this was my beloved of 34 years I was staring at.
I did what most men would do in this situation.
I lied.

"Yes Dear" I said, "You're so right"

Now don't get me wrong, I have the utmost respect and love for my beloved, and I respect her right to believe in anything she wishes, but this latest idea is insane.

I've understood her need to attend church on a regular basis.
I've agreed to our kids going to catechism classes and attending church. (I don't think they go much anymore, being successfully infected with that great leveler RATIONALITY)
I even accept her need to say grace before meals (I don't join in but stay quiet, respecting her belief in her God, and my belief that I won't be getting frisky if I interrupt.)

How in all the levels of Hell has this idea been propagated.  Talking to friends and acquaintances, it became clear that amongst the older generation at least, it's an article of faith that earthquakes occur on still, hot and humid days.

Now let me see if I understand the premise.

An increase in the partial pressure of H₂0 combined with absolutely no atmospheric movement (which implies zero air/ground momentum/energy transfer) and a temperature of about 5°C above the norm causes a catastrophic movement of sections of rocks massing in excess of 10¹⁰ kilos and existing over 5000 metres below ground level.

There is absolutely no scientific reason for this sort of effect, and it beggars belief that an intelligent human being can actually believe that there is a causative relationship between such weather and an earthquake.

A real picture of ghosts at a basketball game and not a double exposre. Supposedly.

Mind you some people also believe in the "tooth fairy", Astrology, Tarot, Ghosts, Mediums, God (in his/her/its many manifestations of non-existence) Scientology, Faith Healing, Homeopathy, the Divine Right of Kings, the inherent superiority, beauty and intelligence of their offspring (which could actually be a racial survival trait, as it prevents us strangling the little sods when they decide on a cuddle in the martial bed just as things are getting frisky.

The whole idea of an afterlife, spiritualism and some sort of method of communication between the living and the dead (while being a comforting illusion) has absolutely no evidence to support it.  Many generations of con-men (and women) have made their living by syphoning money from the grief stricken relatives of the recently departed.  Some of these people may actually be sincere and merely delusional, but most are out and out tricksters and despicable crooks.  One of the best sources for understanding many of the tricks that are used is that excellent novel by the Scottish author Christopher Brookmyre, Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks.  I urge you to get it and read it.  It's very funny (very dark humour) as well as well written and informative on what these conniving bastards get up to.

On an aside, any Scottish ladies reading this post may really enjoy his earlier novel about a 40(ish) Scottish Mum who rescues Husband and Son from a raving psychopathic hoodlum, breaks up an international gun-trading cartel, joins a clandestine government (sort of) approved counter espionage organisation, all on the way home from the gym after going to Tescos.  If this type of novel may interest you, try All Fun and Games Until Somebody Loses an Eye.

However, back to the Earthquake Weather.  There are many apocryphal stories about earthquake prediction, some of which may actually be true.  A sudden quiet, as birds stop singing.  Cats suddenly acting strangely, dogs howling for no apparent reason. Cattle and sheep milling about and panicking before we are aware of the quake.  All of these could be explained by subsonic/infrasonic/supersonic precursors to the full-blown earthquake, which the animals senses, different and probably more sensitive at some wavelengths, may be able to detect seconds before we humans are aware of something happening.

No, Timmy's not stuck down a well, neither is Johnny trapped down a mine, the  bloody house is going to collapse

But weather actually causing an earthquake?

It's as likely as a man actually listening intently and being really interested, as his partner expounds in great and horrific detail her closest friends gynaecological history, mishaps and misadventures.

The Royal Bloody Wedding

Prince William and Kate Middleton are going to get married.

Hoo-bloody-Ray

Nothing makes me happier to have left the class-ridden society of the UK for the (warmer) egalitarian climes of NZ.  The buggers don't even get married for another 5 months, which means an increasingly hyped approach by the media all around the world.

Who cares?
Who really gives a shit that one of the parasitic bastards who have sucked money and land from the people of the UK is going to get married.
Is it going to impact on our lives? No.  It's just an excuse to flaunt their wealth and position to all and sundry.

A pox on them all.

Anyway they should know better by now.  After the fiasco with the Bimbo of Westminster (better known as Blondie or Diana), keeping a low profile would probably have been the intelligent option.

I've seen articles on astrologers predictions, dress possibilities, choice of venues, 3D television broadcasts of the ceremony, honeymoon choices (even NZ is on the list)

But the bloody icing on the bloody cake is he headline I saw today.

Beckhams to attend royal wedding.

Well, that must be the official seal of approval.  If Victoria and David are going, the union is obviously blessed in heaven, and no mere mortal should stand in their way.

I just hope that my blood pressure doesn't blow a gasket before the entire vomit-inducing business is over, but I wouldn't bet on it.