And penguins tend not to wear trilbys either.

Anywho, one of the things that can pretty much always be guaranteed to bring a little giggle of a weekend is turning to the letters page of the Guardian's Review section and peruse the cartoon by Tom Gauld in response to the letters. I think he particularly surpassed himself in surreal, literary amusements this week personally. Anyways, to further illustrate my point, you can see a selection of past efforts at his website, and may I highly recommend perusing this Flickr set. Admittedly one or two do just seem a bit random out of context with the letters they were responding too, but the brilliant surreal humour still shines out in most. At least to me anyways, it might not be your thing but you can go look and decide for yourself if you want. I think at the moment, my personal favourite of those available to view online would be this one. See if you agree.

Well, it was a fairly quiet weekend. Hee. As yet there is no sign of any great new winged poetic inspirations coming out of this unusual calm but it does at least allow me to post links to random fun silliness, so that be good. Today was quite nice too as I got to go out and share a coffee with a luffly friend of mine. I was perhaps not at peak conversational form, it's a remarkable thing really how brain can go from the overly thoughtful thing it is when I'm alone to folding in on itself to become a blank and empty thing with people. Any people, whatever the relationship, indeed it can happen more so the more I like them since (I assume) I care more about what they might think. Still this isn't the time to bring in such analysis, and I still managed some sentences and thing were pleasant. The weather probably didn't help, it was another of those overly warm and humid days, nicely cooler now though. Anyways, I got to go see friend which is good and hopefully may happen again sometime soon.

Tomorrow then I am off to go play at the shop where hopefully this period of relative goodness may continue. Currently I'm walking a fine line. Pleased that things are calm for the moment yet not wanting to get too excited and rush to do something only to get disappointed at a lack of apparent immediate progress. As I often find myself doing in my cycle. Also, wanting to write and do things and think about stuff but not wanting to think too much lest I let in the doubts and anxieties. Whilst things are ok now I can feel the balance is still a precarious one. I haven't quite yet got the hang of living and humans yet. Still, time for bed now I supposes and I shall see what the week ahead brings. I hope the world may bring much delights to your week ahead, I shall be doing my best to cling to this little stability that I have seem to have come across Still, a prolonged period of cooperation from the universe would really be very nice too. I do deserve just a little bit of good fortune, don't I?