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I owe some of you an apology, looks like

I signed up for something using my stoaty@sweasel.com address today and…nothing happened. So I poked around sending myself messages and…nothing happened.

I checked the mail forwarding and everything looked hunky-dory, but stuff is just not getting through. I tried forwarding to a different address, and suddenly – newsletters! Erm, oh joy!

I don’t know how long this has been going on, but if you wrote to me at the address at the top of the blog, I never got it and chances are you never got a bounce message. I’m terribly sorry. I wasn’t ignoring you, I swear. This includes dick winners!

And speaking of which: tomorrow. Here. 6 WBT. DEAD POOL!!!

p.s. Today I got a notice from 23andme that my big brother finally turned in that DNA kit I sent him, like, five years ago. The bad news: turns out he really is my brother.

Comments


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: April 11, 2019, 10:43 pm

“… 6:30 WBT …”

Really…????

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: April 12, 2019, 12:16 am

Quite seriously – I have two male friends who have suddenly become fathers, in their late 50’s, thanks to 23 & Me. One is very happy; his daughter who is in her late 20’s just showed up at his door one day. Both he and his wife are enjoying the enlargement of their otherwise childless marriage.

The other chap has just recently found out via his overly-inquisitive sister who played genetic Sherlock Homes, and who cleverly and kindly (sic) told his aged mother before she told him. His mother is demanding to know what he is going to do about the situation. The child is also in his or her 20’s. The child has made no attempt at contacting him, sir far. My friend, the Dad is freaked out, and still trying to sort out who the mother might have been 30 years or so ago.

 


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: April 12, 2019, 5:49 am

Life and Health insurnance companies can check your DNA for unhealthy inherited traits and offer you a personalized policy. As we all know, big business is always looking out for their customers.

And the best part of 23andme is that the police can use your DNA to rule you out of the crime! There is zero chance the authorities would ever misuse that DNA data.

Call me skeptical.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 12, 2019, 6:15 am

Geez, good catch, ExpressoBold. Fixed.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: April 12, 2019, 12:56 pm

Miss Linda wanted an Ancestry DNA kit for Christmas, so I ordered her one. Turns out she is not as German as she thought; there’s a lot of Slovakia in her lineage. Now she’s dived down a rabbit hole of tracing ancestors via library searches, newspaper stories about weddings and child suicides (yes, really), and puzzles about why male Slovaks were all named Joseph or Paulus.

 


Comment from mrsdurned
Time: April 12, 2019, 1:14 pm

And here I thought the little rat might have gotten my Dick certificate and disposed of it rather than have it proudly displayed in my sewing room.

Well, he did buy me a spotted dick pudding.

Which he ate.
But he eats things like Korean Ojingeochae Muchim too.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 12, 2019, 2:40 pm

@Wolfus Aurelius. I had a friend who was the first-born American child in a Greek family. He said that the first male child is always named for his paternal grandfather. The second male child is named for his father’s first brother. The third male child is named after his own father. So unless there are a LOT of male children, the same names are used over and over again. I have discovered the same naming patterns in my own family genealogy and we are Danish, Scottish, Irish, and English. It’s a freaking nightmare.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 12, 2019, 3:22 pm

Deborah,
I see the same thing tracing my paternal line – and it’s worse, not only are ones IN my direct lines same named, so are the ones in other lines, in the same towns in the same county in Ireland – born around the same time.

And as for eating the Spotted Dick, she wouldn’t have eaten it anyway. Nor will she allow me to cook “Dingle pies” because she got this weird idea that they use “dingle” in the ingredients (that might be my fault, possibly).

 

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