Last night, I dreamed Johnny Cash was the new Bishop of Bath and Wells

Last night, I dreamed Johnny Cash was the new Bishop of Bath and Wells, and had to rename himself The Man in Purple.

I went to a website that said it could get
the funniest images found on the net.
I still have to say it was inopportune
to find myself staring at MRS RAVOON.

I needed some clip-art to make magazines,
Some smiling-faced children and pastoral scenes.
In each silhouette and in every cartoon,
The woman depicted was MRS RAVOON.

I clicked on a Trojan I got in the mail,
And now all my data's displaying in Braille,
And all of my windows are tinted maroon.
I'm part of the botnet of MRS RAVOON.

This code is so complex, capricious and cunning,
It only has bugs when debuggers aren't running.
It pulls from /dev/random the phase of the moon.
And who's the committer? Yes, mrs.ravoon.

For those who will understand it:

I hang around talkers; it's all that I do,
Explaining to newbies the way of ewtoo.
I said to a newbie, "It's you who's a spoon!"
She answered, "I'm not, for I'm MRS RAVOON".

(ref)

Difficult questions to answer

Rio asked me whether Rupert Brooke was a racist, based on the lines

And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
[…]
In Grantchester their skins are white;

wherein he is obviously saying that Royston folk are bad and Grantchester people are good.

This led into an interesting conversation.