Newlywed New York congressman Anthony Weiner tried to private message a picture of his crotch to a 21-year-old Seattle co-ed. He made a one-character error that sent the link to all of his Twitter followers.
At least, that’s the way Bill Ockham explained it.
Rep. Weiner first said he didn’t know the girl. Then he said his account was hacked. Now, he’s calling it a “prank.”
He’s really not all that interested in talking about it.
No law enforcement agency has been called in. No suspects have been named (except in the leftwing blogosphere). Weiner has lawyered up and isn’t taking questions.
The only out I can see is if it’s actually an intern manning his Twitter account for him. But why he wouldn’t just admit it and drop the flunky in the shit, I do not know.
And if he’s going to invent said Mystery Intern, he’d better do it right quick.
Anyhow, I reckon Rep. Weiner could use some cheering up about now. I’m thinking of sending him a two-pack of Aunty’s Spotted Dick.
I’m thoughtful like that.
May 31, 2011 — 8:29 pm
You’re going to think I’m just saying this, but I always knew I’d wake up one day in a straight jacket on one of Saturn’s moons.
Played all the way through Dead Space 2 this weekend. Ten and a half hours at weenie level (I should’ve played at normal difficulty; the gameplay was a little easier than Dead Space, I think). Now I have the pleasure of going back through and killing the scary monsters so I can wander around and look at stuff.
Happy Memorial Day! It’s a public holiday here, too — Whitsun.
Yeah, I know. WTF?
May 30, 2011 — 9:16 pm
Character buffing just took a turn for the weird. According to this article in the Guardian, China forces prisoners to play online games like World of Warcraft to amass gold, which is then traded for non-pretend money.
China traded £1.2 billion ($1.9B) in monopoly money in 2008. That’s 100,000 people who farm gold as a full-time job (presumably not counting the afore-mentioned prisoners). They can make more money selling a virtual commodity than a real one.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what income disparity can do on an international scale. While it lasts.
Me, I bought Dead Space 2 a couple of weeks ago, but promised myself I’d play through Dead Space (1) all the way at regular difficulty before I touched the new game. Finished the final boss fight earlier today, so it’s Adiós Weasel for a while.
New Dead Pool next Friday, 6pm WBT. With the demise of Jeff Conaway, Tawny joins steve on the short list of double dick recipients. Congratulations! And, ummm…nobody sit next to those two, m’kay? Have a good weekend, everyone!
May 27, 2011 — 9:00 pm
A tweet from Kottke. These words apparently have meaning on the planet I am currently visiting.
And if you want to give yourself a slow burn (of course you do! We’re political junkies, after all), have a browse through regulations.gov. Kevin Williamson of NRO helpfully points to the regulations controlling what you can and cannot do with an imported monkey (good news! You can give him cocaine!).
Annnnnnd….that’s it! Uncle B spotted a rat in the henhouse tonight, so we’ve been out shoring up the edges of the run with bricks. I have paving slabs laid down as a floor, but there was a gap just big enough for the little bastard to tunnel in. A rat can kill a sleeping chicken, though he was probably going after their food dish.
May 26, 2011 — 9:57 pm
President Sooper Genius muffed the queen’s toast yesterday. Among other things.
j/k — what he really said was, “next time, can I wear the sparkly hat?”
May 25, 2011 — 8:17 pm
Eleven weeks today, which is about halfway to point-of-lay (20-24 weeks). They’re starting to look like proper midget chickens, aren’t they?
We can let them roam more or less freely now, as long as one of us isn’t too far away. The cats ignore them, but Mad Mapp occasionally gets one cornered and gives her a right pecking.
This involves not much actual pecking, but an hellacious amount of squeaking and bugling.
I did nothing all day but sit in a lawnchair occasionally poking the TURN PAGE button on my Kindle and flicking bits of my lunch to the chickens. And a herring gull, two ring doves, several crows and an assortment of dickie birds.
Local birdlife has decided I’m an inanimate object.
Eh. Déjà vu. I was fifteen. On the farm. Sunbathing in the back yard, I opened one eye to see buzzards circling high overhead.
May 24, 2011 — 10:38 pm
Ladies and gentlemen — over the counter codeine! And it doesn’t even have that filthy Tylenol in it.
It’s behind the counter and they give you a little lecture when you ask for it, but it’s the same drill with baby aspirin (yes, really).
There’s a little opioid-shaped hole in my brain. If a medication has “euphoria” listed as a possible side effect, that’s the side effect I’m going to get good and hard.
Happiest day of my life: the day I had my wisdom teeth out. Intravenous Valium and Demerol mix. You could pour me from hand to hand like a blissed-out slinky. I wanted to go back every day for the next month and have another tooth extracted.
I don’t know where they get that “3 days use” thing, though. In my experience, it only works the first time. Then you have to wait, like, a week or ten days before it works the same again.
May 23, 2011 — 10:12 pm
DeGuerre takes the dick with Harmon Killebrew (you know what to do if you want your dick, DeGuerre). That’s two in quick succession won by sports figures I never heard of (I briefly considered disallowing them for that, but Uncle B assured me I’d look like a complete maroon if I confessed ignorance. I don’t do sports).
Right! You could slow it down a notch now, Mister Reaper.
You know the drill:
1. Pick a celebrity. Any celebrity — though I reserve the right to nix picks I never heard of.
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?
5. It’s up to you to search the thread and make sure your choice is unique. I’m waayyyy too lazy. 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 don’t want the fabulous prize, you’re too smart to be a regular. It takes me forever to put them in the mail, packages go by slow boat, typically take minimum eight to ten weeks and lose the will to live along the way.
8. The new DeadPool will begin 6pm WBT (Weasel’s Blog Time) the Friday after the last round is concluded.
The fabulous prize? Sweasel dot com’s unofficial sponsor, Aunty’s Spotted Dick! Mmmmm…it’s dickalicious!
May 20, 2011 — 6:00 pm
Two days ago, our cellphones were out for a day because thieves broke into O2 headquarters and stole some highly specialized, custom computer equipment. Stolen on commission, suspicion is. Financial picture really is getting very dire here.
By the time the power came back on, I had buggered off to bed with my Kindle and a giant whisky. Oh, well. It wasn’t a very good post, anyway.
Right! Dead Pool is auto-queued to post itself in about five and a half hours. Let’s hope the Grim Reaper takes a chill pill this time.
p.s. For all you kindly OCD-ridden souls writing to point out that the sidebar link still goes to an antique Dead Pool, here’s the deal: I HATE editing my sidebar. I only update that link after the current Dead Pool falls off the top page. Lately, they’ve been dying faster than the ten posts that make up the front page.
So now you know.
— 12:38 pm
This is the USB microscope I got for Christmas.
It comes with a small, nicely weighted stand, rubberized body, built-in adjustable LED ringlight and focus knob. It captures .avi video or stills, but I think it’s most fun just letting it rip live. You know, get a little aphid in a specimen jar or something, watch it hop around and…do…bug stuff.
Yes. I would do that.
It’s not a patch on a high-end optical microscope — duh — but it’s not a complete toy, either. I’ve played with my share of low-end Teletubby optics, and this is a gadget worth having.
Yes, I let the aphid go.
May 18, 2011 — 10:29 pm