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Cup o’ tea

 

 

 

Small and lame. I’ve felt a bit under the weather today.

Speaking of weather, today was the first day without any rain for weeks. It’s been gray and depressing.

Linguistic note: Americans spell grAy with an A, English spell grEy with an E. Weasel’s handy mnemonic. I have to know these things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 20, 2019 — 7:08 pm
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weaselfist!

 

 

 

 

 

Well, no, not my actual fist. I’m just trawling through Google Images for hands and feet.

Let me tell you something, some of those pictures are gross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 19, 2019 — 8:01 pm
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Ow.

No, no…I didn’t cut myself. But Uncle B got stung by a wasp!

We’ve lived with a kitchen full of wasps all summer. The nest is in the tiny gap between the inner ceiling and the outer roof of the kitchen, so we’re reluctant to spray poison in there.

We can see the hole outside they use for a main door, but everything I’ve read says DO NOT plug the hole. The wasps will find another way and they’ll be pissed. We’re waiting for the first good frost to kill them off.

Miracle this is the first sting either of us has had, really.

Have a good weekend!

October 18, 2019 — 8:23 pm
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Pull my finger!

Changing the subject, have you seen this thing? It’s a world map of radio stations. And you can click on any one of them and listen.

Hours of fun.

October 17, 2019 — 8:59 pm
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Now I’m really grasping

Nah, not really. I could do this for a year.

I won’t! Don’t worry. I promise. I won’t.

October 16, 2019 — 7:08 pm
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First one foot, then the other.

It’s like the Hokey Pokey up in here.

I realize I’ve been fobbing you off with the most low-effort Inktober ever, but I’m still not feeling 100%. It’s been kind of nice knowing exactly what I had to post for two weeks, especially while I’ve been feeling ick.

October 15, 2019 — 8:29 pm
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Please accept this small, sad foot

 

 

 

 

 

I was under the cat all evening. He doesn’t do kitteny things very often any more, so I hate to disturb him when he does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 14, 2019 — 8:50 pm
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The ‘mwah!’ sign

 

 

I’m getting cleverer. I’ve put a pen and paper by the comfy chair.

I’ve had my elderly backside in that chair for a week now, as I recover from this lurgy.

Getting there. Still have a cough and no appetite, but it’s hardly worth mentioning.

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend.
 

 

 

October 13, 2019 — 6:46 pm
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Rats

Poop. My quill broke (see glop in middle) and I couldn’t be bothered to cut another one.

Which put me in mind of a blog post I read when I was looking into quill pens: “Alfred, Lord Tennyson who, whilst living on the Isle of Wight in the mid-1850s, bent the end of his quill and threw it down in disgust. It was picked up by a local farmer, William Thomas, in whose family it was kept until its donation to the Museum of Writing.”

I hope you find the article interesting, because I just burned a solid half hour trying to find it again. Yes, there’s a picture of Tennyson’s busted quill.

October 12, 2019 — 8:20 pm
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Dead Pool Round 128: Inktober edition

Huh. Well. Platypuss takes dick with Ginger Baker.

I’d been too sunk in my own misery to notice. And no – on reflection, I don’t believe you can pick me in the Dead Pool. You’d have to make your own dick.

Ready?

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.

October 11, 2019 — 6:00 pm
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