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Round 133: Just like that, Fall was here

Well, well, well. Ruth Bader Ginsburg, at last.

You want tragic? This is what RBG looked like 40 years ago.

Old age is a pig.

She was buds with Scalia, so they say. She had to have her good parts.

Uncle Al takes it. I was sure he’d taken another one recently, but I don’t see it on my list. Admittedly, my list is shit.

Ready? Let’s get started.

0. Rule Zero (AKA Steve’s Rule): your pick has to be living when picked. Also, nobody whose execution date is circled on the calendar. Also, please don’t kill anybody. Plus (Pupster’s Rule) no picking someone who’s only famous for being the oldest person alive.

1. Pick a celebrity. Any celebrity — though I reserve the right to nix picks I never heard of (I don’t generally follow the Dead Pool threads carefully, so if you’re unsure of your pick, call it to my attention).

2. We start from scratch every time. No matter who you had last time, or who you may have called between rounds, you have to turn up on this very thread and stake your claim.

3. Poaching and other dirty tricks positively encouraged.

4. Your first choice sticks. Don’t just blurt something out, m’kay? Also, make sure you have a correct spelling of your choice somewhere in your comment. These threads get longish and I use search to figure out if we have a winner.

5. It’s up to you to search the thread and make sure your choice is unique. I’m waayyyy too lazy to catch the dupes. Popular picks go fast.

6. The pool stays open until somebody on the list dies. Feel free to jump in any time. Noobs, strangers, drive-bys and one-comment-wonders — all are welcome.

7. If you want your fabulous prize, you have to entrust me with a mailing address. If you’ve won before, send me your address again. I don’t keep good records.

8. The new DeadPool will begin 6pm WBT (Weasel’s Blog Time) the Friday after the last round is concluded.

The winner, if the winner chooses to entrust me with a mailing address, will receive an Official Certificate of Dick Winning and a small original drawing on paper suffused with elephant shit particles. Because I’m fresh out of fairy shit particles.

September 25, 2020 — 6:00 pm
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That’s the way we all became…

I just hosted a really big Zoom meeting. Well, it was twenty people, but that’s really big meeting when most of the participants are elderly technophobes. I was mutin’ microphones like a bastiche. I think the power went to my head.

I’m exhausted.

Many years ago, on a forum for arguing about politics, someone out of the blue informed me that he pictured me in his mind looking exactly like Ann B. Davis. If you’re wondering which one am I.

I’ve never been sure how I felt about that.

September 24, 2020 — 6:41 pm
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Pallas cat from Uncle Al’s link. Don’t they have awesome faces?

Though, like many a funny cat picture, their most vivid “expression” is actually being caught at the beginning of a yawn.

Pardon me, folks. I’m a bit behind today.

September 23, 2020 — 7:34 pm
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Cat fight!

You know Hokusai? Yeah, you know Hokusai – the Wave guy. About the time he drew that, in 1825, he did a series of illustrations for a picture book.

For reasons unknown, the book was never published. Which is good, because the original illos would have been destroyed in the engraving process. But it’s also bad, because they passed into private ownership never to be seen again.

Until now!

The British Museum bought all 103 of them in the Spring and put them on virtual display last month.

I really recommend having a browse. They’re fun and beautiful. More delicate than the swirly brush Japanese drawings I’m used to.

Toward the end of the Smithsonian article linked above, there is a handwringing about whether the BM should be in possession of them at all. Colonialism, don’t you know?

I may be reading too much into it, but I got the feeing the art historian quoted was shitting himself a little. To think, if countries can’t buy artworks outside their own local culture, the high falutin’ international art market will collapse.

Boo hoo.

September 22, 2020 — 8:22 pm
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Happy Equinox

Older readers may remember that there’s an abandoned orchard next to me (the astute may remember that I tried, unsuccessfully, to buy it once). I went today for my annual bucket of apples and…they had all been hoovered up.

Whoever did it had a good tidy up afterward and left two neat piles of brush, so I suspect something like a church group that was given permission.

Never mind. I got my bucket of apples. One tree was left unpicked, presumably for les autres. Or perhaps they seemed more trouble than they’re worth: they’re tiny and sweet.

Picking apples seemed a thing to do on the equinox.

September 21, 2020 — 7:57 pm
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Synchronized snoozing…

The boys this afternoon. They don’t do this a lot, but I love it when they do. They aren’t exactly like brothers yet, but I trust there will be a time when I find them curled together in a single snoring fuzzy ball.

It will probably have something to do with Winter.

Looks like the little one is fully recovered from whatever ailed him. Also, please note, he’s not such a little one any more (though he’s terribly skinny).

Good weekend, everyone!

September 18, 2020 — 6:23 pm
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I went into the office today for the second time since the lockdown. It was a little like the Mary Celeste. There was a sweater thrown over the back of an office chair, my coffee cup was on the table, the meeting room was set up for a meeting. The plants overgrowing everything out front didn’t help.

I had over 2,500 emails in my main inbox and another 1,800 in messages sent through the website. I’m tempted not to try and sort through them (they’ve been forwarded to me at home all along) but to throw them all in a folder labelled The Plague.

No, that’s not really my inbox in the picture. It’s a screenshot of Outlook that I pinched off the internet. Stop trying to read the email addresses.

Oh, and and I had upwards of fifty voicemail messages, mostly asking if we’re open. And a handwritten note from my boss (who was in earlier today) asking me to re-record the answering machine message to tell people we’re closed.

I hate that. I did it. But when I’m a little nervous, the cornpone sneaks back into my accent. It was particularly noticeable when I directed people to our website. You know, the dubya-dubya-dubya part.

Still, it felt kinda good to be back. Which is nice, as I have to start going in again.

September 17, 2020 — 8:15 pm
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Can’t talk. Under cat. Using onscreen keyboard. Explain later.

Later: I’m not usually quite that indulgent, but the little cat has been unwell. He was huddled up and miserable looking day before yesterday. Wouldn’t eat, which is most unusual for him. We held off overnight taking him to the vet, and he was a little better in the morning.

He’s been steadily better ever since, but tonight was the first time he’d cuddled up and wanted attention and I wasn’t going to turn him down. Photo courtesy lousy webcam.

I guess he caught a bug or ate a bad mouse or something.

September 16, 2020 — 6:54 pm
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Uncle B found this: it’s a tool that lets you explore a few Welsh neolithic tombs in 3D.

I’m still watching videos from the Prehistory Guys. I’m fascinated. Not only are there a thousand stone circles in Britain (that’s right now, still standing, when we know most have been ploughed up or incorporated in other buildings), but apparently there are thousands more in France and Spain.

I had no idea. This makes it sound as though every community had one. Like it was the village church, community hall and sports club. There is evidence of burials in some, there is evidence of feasting in others (notably Stonehenge).

As for the sport idea, that’s just spitballing, but it makes sense. Many of the circles had a raised bank all around them, as if for spectators (most of these have been ploughed away). All sorts of things might have taken place in a henge.

I can’t recommend these guys enough. On the one hand, they laugh at the tendency of professional archaeologists (they aren’t) to see everything they don’t understand as having a religious purpose. On the other, they refuse to entertain any kind of woo-woo at all.

My interest in neolithic archaeology has been dampened for many years by my scorn for larping modern ‘Druids’.

Sorry I’m late. I was under a cat.

September 15, 2020 — 10:16 pm
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It does look a little wuthery…

The house that inspired the house in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights is up for sale. Ponden Hall was built in 1541 in West Yorkshire on the edge of the moors. Spooky old pile.

It’s been a bed and breakfast since 2014.

The real estate listing says they’re entertaining offers over £1,000,000. Either that’s lowball, or prices around here really are inflated – there are small houses near us going for that.

I mean, they’re listed buildings in good locations, but still.

September 14, 2020 — 7:26 pm
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