The Mystery of “Memento”

Ever watch “Memento”? Ever watch it fifteen times -- sometimes with the sound off, searching for subtle visual clues that the noise might distract you from, like a magician’s patter? Well, we did, me’n Joey. Now that was one tough case to crack.

Only now, Doctor J may have a lead that could bust the thing wide open. Check out the investigation here:

http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2011/01/redismembering-memento.html

Murphy in Retirement

As Murphy grew older and older, people grew more and more kind.

At Rosie’s Luncheonette, where the Blue Plate Special vied with the Businessman’s Lunch, as the biggest seller and most profitable item respectively, Rosie now implemented the Detective Special, For P.I.s Only: a modest meal for a price that was beyond all modesty: for everyone know that the aging shamus had seldom two red cents to rub together. It was her least profitable item (operating break-even, so Rosie said; though everyone assumed it was at a loss), and her slightest seller (having a customer base of exactly one). It was priced at a dime, though Murphy always left a quarter, claiming that he had no other change.

Murphy on the War of 1812

Look -- it was all a big misunderstanding, okay? Matter fact -- never did understand the thing myself. But hey, bygones be bygones, alright? Pint of bitter under the bridge.

Murphy on beavers

Yeahh… Busy little critters… “Busy as a beaver,” like the man says.

And there’s a lesson in this, for all of us. Namely:

If you’re an aquatic creature with a broad flat tail, and big buck teeth, you really should build dams.

A Message from Murphy

So there’s this guy, at like this site, who keeps steering traffic this way. What’s that about?

So I dropped in on him unannounced, at his Fortress of Solitude. Had to rough him up a bit, but pretty soon he came clean. Turns out he’s okay. Goes by the handle of Doctor J. Talks so you can’t half understand him, but he’s straight up on the big stuff: Holy Spirit; Free Will; Sacramental nature of marriage. So I’ll return the favor -- check it out:

http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2010/12/credo.html

Murphy: On a Woman’s Voice

Murphy knows he is not qualified, to comment on a woman’s voice.

If he had figured that one out,

-- he would be no longer with us.

=> :

He would be walking on air,

with stars in his hair,

hands in the clouds,

laughing out loud

Murphy Laus linguae latinae

I wish I would of gone to parochial school.
Sure, they would of beat me; but at least I’d learn Latin. Where I did go -- orphanage, then reform -- they beat me anyway, but no Latin -- just Metal Shop. What run out of metal.

Latin is a language where good things happen.


Cos like in English, or Spanish, or whatever -- half the sentences are like: F*ck you, m*therf*cker; or S*ck my d*ck; or, You want fries w*th th*t??!!! But in Latin, you can’t say those things -- just no words for that stuff. Instead, they say things like:

Credo in unum Deum.

Ave, Maria, Gratia plena.

Et cum spiritu tuo.

Now -- you might think, one tongue’s as good as another. Table/mesa, pencil/lápiz -- same difference. But it's not so simple. Take that last one -- Et cum spiritu tuo. Meaning? What they came up with, was:

“And also with you.”

Now that’s like --
“Yeh, you too.”
“Yeh well -- be seein’ ya. Let’s do lunch.”
“Yeh, lunch sometime.”
“Mmm, lunch -- someday.”
“Like -- never … “
Meaning: If you die, it will not affect my schedule in the least.


Latin isn’t like that.
And so I say -- with a pronunciation that sucks but them’s the breaks --

Avē Marīa, grātiā plēna, Dominus tēcum. Benedicta tū in mulieribus, et benedictus frūctus ventris tuī …