Psst... Han-Ram: if you moved your legs as fast as you do your gums, maybe your team wouldn't be in last place. Just a thought.
After the ambush in the forest, Godfrey of Ibelin instructs Roger de Cormier ("raaaansom...") to remove his helmet when addressing him. It's a lovely score by Harry Gregson-Williams, to be sure, but all I hear in my head after that line is this.
Etymology Question of The Week: "Portly". What did one's proximity to a port have to do with their body shape? Or is it in reference to the wine? No, perhaps it's a shout-out to port and starboard, which, incidentally, I will never get straight. Pray that if you are ever in need of rescue, I am not on a boat.
I've gotten some requests recently for more information about Status Crow. Well, it's me. It's the blog. It's everything rolled up into one, like the goodness of grease kissing the majesty of bacon. That's right: Deep-fried bacon!
Wait - where was I? Yes, yes - the blog. I actually loathe that word, by the way. It's right up there with "webinar", whose usage was banned by the Geneva Convention. Or at least should be. Can't we just be happy with "web seminar"? It's only one stinkin' syllable longer. Just because you can put two things together, it doesn't mean you should. For instance:
- Did Ralph Fiennes need a new swimming pool? Count László de Almássy would have far more dignity than this.
- Salmon, peas and french fries on sourdough. To be fair, that's four things, but the principle still applies.
- "Immortal swordsman seeking sidekick. Must be slight in stature, unimposing and possess the swashbuckling, devil-may-care attitude of a bored accountant." 'Nuff said.