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Klug zu reden ist doch schwer, klug zu schweigen noch viel mehr


Top on the right, that's my office window. I've featured the view from there before, and I even shared the story of the time that they painted it shut. However, this is the first time that I've featured the view from the other side, so feel yourself privileged!

I have a quiz question and a question question today. First the quiz question:
Find the commonality:
  • one television;
  • one VCR;
  • one digital set top box;
  • three pairs of sunglasses;
  • one pair of eyeglasses;
  • one Personal Computer.

First one to get that one wins a pat on the back.

Now to the question question. Jen and I have been arguing about a matter of some import for the last few days, and I thought that I'd throw in out to the mob to resolve. It concerns a well known ditty about a certain spider who climbs up a water spout, some rain, a fall, and then a totally unsatisfactory denouement from the spider's point of view. The question though concerns this spider's name. We are both very certain that we are right, yet we disagree. I know what Google thinks (it think's I'm right, of course), but I want to know what you reckon. So, kif you know what I'm talking about, please share in the comments!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Leichter gesagt als getan
blackie said…
err...Incey Wincey?
freefalling said…
EVERYONE knows it's Incy Wincy - now as to the correct spelling??!!
Anonymous said…
incy wincey, people
jen said…
what clever commenters. i think it's incey wincey too.
Dina said…
The way I heard it is "itsy bitsy spider."
Is that really your building?? In any case, the strata are an archaeologist's dream wall. I love it.
Stefan Jansson said…
That office building of yours looks brand spanking new.
bitingmidge said…
It's ipsy wipsy!

Just kidding - Everyone knows it's Incey Wincey, so stop kidding yourself!

Cheers,

Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
Miles McClagan said…
It's Incey Wincey Spider...and it's heartbreaking...

Incidentally, the 8 things? All things stolen by my fat bastard of an ex flatmate?
Sue said…
It was Itsy Bitsy when I was a kid, reciting it at school, but of recent times it seems to have morphed into Incey Wincey! An inspiring tale of perserverance in the face of monumental travails. Go Itsy!!!
Anonymous said…
Allegedly Incy Wincey is British derivation, whereas Itsy Bitsy is from the US (according to one website). I had no idea that there was even an Eency Weency in the mix.

still Incy Wincey all the way!
Anonymous said…
Incy Wincy/Incey Wincey - not sure of spelling but that is the answer.
They're all devices to provide personal input.

It's actually "Eentsy-weentsy" meaning very small.

Thanks for all your kind comments on my blog. I find your blog to be unfailingly interesting and entertaining. I also appreciate your sharing with us some of Henry's and Ezra's growing up. Incidentally, your blog has taught me that Tasmania is part of Australia. I always hoped it was its own country.

Anyway and also, I had a waking dream the other morning about your Aussie accent pronouncing your children's names as "Hen-roy" and "Ayzra" rather than the more correct Canadian pronunciations of "Hen-ree" and "Ehzra." Of course, I will fight to the death for your right to mispronounce your own children's names.
USelaine said…
You people are nuts.

Itsy Bitsy Spider, climbed up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain, so the Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the spout again.

I mean, Wincy?! Sounds like it had a stomach cramp! Eaugh!

6^}
Maria Verivaki said…
the building looks like a tiered cake made from different flavours, really interesting view
 gmirage said…
THis is a Gustav Klimt inspired building...

Before I go up to the spider issue, I grew up knowing 'Eensy Weensy' But didnt bother about the spelling... =D
Anonymous said…
it looks like at least two buildings if not more, but it has a certain charm.
Anonymous said…
and yes, I agree, it is difficult not to say anything - sometimes. so I'll stop it now and be quiet ;-)))
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Wann haben Sie lernen, Deutsch sprechen?

Blackie, WRONG!

FF, WRONG!

Hallam, WRONG!

Jen, WRONG!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, FINALLY, some sense enters the debate!

You’re welcome to come here and have a bit of a dig, if you like.

Steffe, well, the window pane has just been painted! :)

Bitingmidge. WRONG!

Miles, WRONG!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, well said. Some sense has emerged from Australia!

Hallam, that’s what I said.

And your last point? WRONG!

Tania, WRONG!
Kris McCracken said…
Benjamin, a crude device to involve readers? Tut tut, I am far above such trite pleasures! (Runs off and hides behind the bushes.)

Some Tasmanians like to think that we are a separate country too.

I like to think that I say “Hen-ree” and “Ez-rah”, but I learned some time ago that I don’t sound like I think that I sound. I am amused how every Canadian I’ve ever met pronounces the name “Craig” as “Creck”. Wonderful things, accents!

USelaine, wise words from Willits!

Kiwi, it does look like they’ve grabbed whatever is at hand to put it up. It gets awful hot in summer though!
Kris McCracken said…
Mirage2g, Klimt with a convict theme?

April, there are many worse (but some better!)
Anonymous said…
My son can't you follow the prompts to the translation pages?

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