Krtek a raketa

[hirez]

One of the happy fun things about being post-migraine (as opposed to the shit ones like everything being two-dimensional and rather like award-winning animation from Czechoslovakia. Obviously the counter-example being 'The Mole', which is completely splendid ditto. I suspect the rot set in in this country when children's television became an excuse for primary-coloured shite peddling rather than cheerfully random socialist propaganda from what was then the Eastern Bloc. Bastards. Take your transform-o-tubbies and piss off.

Anyway.

Um...

... Where was I? Ah. Right: )

is that your brain tends to glitch rather a lot. For instance I was trying to explain something or other, but the only useful phrase (FAVO 'useful', obv) in my head was 'Irish powder.'

In my head it's something like Bordeaux Mixture - 'Give your cold-frame a good going-over with Irish Powder and you'll see off the hinge-blight' - or Radium Bromatum - 'I fear Mrs. Trellis was taken rather queer in the orangery, so I had Dr. Polesden administer a tincture of Irish Powder.'

Probably. I dunno, I just work 'ere. More'n my job's worth, innit?

Comments

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

I loved that cartoon. Wandering towards YouTube...

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

Everyone else's souveneer from Prague is a Dukla Prague away kit, mine is a glove puppet Mole. He's lovely.

Boris the Bold: an axe, a beard and a mission.

[steer.livejournal.com]

I hated that bloody mole... I really did. He never seemed happy with anything. I particularly remember his misery when he had to go to the city and the traffic fumes made him cough and long to be back in the country. As someone who considered an outing to Fleetwood or Preston a treat, I think he should have been bloody grateful to choke on traffic fumes -- normally he's living underground in a tunnel eating worms which has to be worse.

According to wikipedia "It was first to be seen in 1956 in Prague, when Miler wanted to create a children's cartoon about how flax is processed."

Seriously, if someone wants to educate children about how flax is processed they should be physically prevented from doing so.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Wrong. If people want to educate children about how flax is processed, said children should be sent to work in the factory for 18 hours a day, losing the odd digit in the process. That'll learn 'em.

As the late, lamented blue_condition once said: "Children in the workplace are only acceptable when being sent under spinning jennies to untangle looms".

[steer.livejournal.com]

I'd sooner crawl under the flax machine than watch documentaries about it.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

Don't diss the Wikipedia...

Here's a reason why Hirez might want to go to Burnley:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singing_Ringing_Tree_%28Panopticons%29

You can guess what I was really looking for.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

...and for that matter
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackpool_High_Tide_Organ

This is presumably the thing that is hooked up to the back end of Captain Nemo's manual keyboard

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

...and clearly I am reading your posts in reverse order. The 2-year-old also loved the Mole.

To me it looks kind of like an adventure game-- you fly the rocket, the rocket crashes, you explore your environment:

# x bottle

It is a large empty glass bottle that once held some kind of beverage. It's too big for soda so it probably held vodka. It is sitting halfway out of the surf with the opening toward you.

# enter bottle

You clamber inside the bottle and find that you can now see underwater! A little school of friendly fish are swimming near the bottom of the bottle, and the sea floor stretches off into the distance.

# x sea floor

You can see the parts of your rocket scattered across the sea floor!

# fish, get rocket parts

Which do you mean, the friendly fish or the big pretty fish?

...and so on.