Dead Pool 190: Happy Halloween!
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.
Note: I am woefully behind on dick deliveries. If I owe you one, you’ll know how long. I ain’t gived up, but I haven’t drawn much since lockdown. Some day, your heirs might hear from my heirs.
October 31, 2025 — 6:00 pm
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“Mine didn’t look like the ones in the picture”
That’s pretty much every recipe I try. Probably because I’m sloppy with measurements (or recipe writers are lying liars who lie).
Today it was buttery stovetop biscuits. They didn’t rise properly. Maybe my baking powder has gone off (it does). They tasted good, so I’m calling it a win.
You literally fry them on the stovetop, which is also a win – I hate faffing around with our oven.
Next up: homemade tabasco sauce. Uncle B brought in an enormous harvest of hot peppers this afternoon. Last year, I froze them. Year before, I dried them.
Oooooo…or I could add garlic and make sriracha!
Don’t forget now…back here tomorrow for Dead Pool 190! DO IT!
October 30, 2025 — 6:55 pm
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You probably know what’s coming
I had a fearsome crush on Bill Mumy. He had a gigantic career in TV and voiceovers, including as a child actor, well before Lost in Space. He has over 400 screen credits as of this writing.
I’m quite sure I read he was busted for cocaine in the Eighties, but Wikipedia doesn’t mention it and Grok says it ain’t so. Damn those rogue braincells.
He also is a musician. He’s released a number of solo albums and been part of a number of bands, but he was most famously half of Barnes and Barnes. And their famous single was? Fish Heads.
Heheheheh. That’ll be stuck in your head the rest of the day.
October 29, 2025 — 6:58 pm
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Nice
“Cacao nibs are small, crunchy pieces of pure, roasted (or raw) cacao beans — essentially chocolate in its most natural form, before sugar, milk, or other ingredients are added.” Thus spake Grok.
I read some article or other that said cacao nibs were good for you in some way or other and being the thoroughly gullible weasel that I am, I instantly ordered a kilo of them. Not sure if mine are roasted or raw – the label is a little ambiguous.
They have a pleasant crunchy texture and an earthy taste but, as you might imagine, they’re very bitter. I like bitter tastes, but I paired them up with honey sesame peanuts (which are ordinarily a little sweet for me) and they make a fantastic combo.
I wonder what they’re supposed to be doing for me?
October 28, 2025 — 6:35 pm
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A long time ago
So June Lockhart has finally copped it. I must say, I didn’t know she was still alive.
I was too young to remember Lassie except in occasional reruns, but I was a fanatical follower of Lost in Space. It ran from 1965 to 1968, so from my age five to eight. Yup, that’s the demographic.
They held a 30th cast reunion in Boston in 1995 and I went. A collectors expo. I didn’t stand in the autograph line or have my picture taken with the robot, but it was gratifying to see them nonetheless.
They were all there except Guy Williams, who died in 1989 (rumor had it of AIDS, but the Wikipedia doesn’t address that).
I remember June Lockhart wore white gloves and didn’t shake hands. I don’t know if I assumed or was told it was because of arthritis and it was too painful.
My gosh – that means this year would be the 60th!
October 27, 2025 — 6:58 pm
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Woowoo!
Just got home from a long journey by train. Nothing exciting, but I haven’t got time for a proper poast. So please enjoy this rather nice MidJourney illustration of a weasel on a train.
I don’t see any extra fingers or nothing. Well done, robot artist!
October 24, 2025 — 6:38 pm
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I wish I’d kept a diary
Must be five or six flights of geese a day going overhead now. They make such a hellacious racket. Come to think of it, if there are quiet geese, the could be many more.
I think I remember one other year that was this goosey.
I asked Grok and it told me they were coming from nesting grounds in the far north – Greenland or the arctic – to overwinter in the south of England or Europe. But that’s not the direction they all seem to be flying.
There – a group honked over just then.
They seem to be coming from the south headed northeast. I think. I called up a map, oriented myself on it and tried to figure it out, but it just made me dizzy. I probably have the worst sense of direction of anyone I know.
Handheld GPS was life-changing technology for me.
October 23, 2025 — 5:26 pm
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Poo with a view
This is a Dekoda. It’s made by Kohler, the tap people. It’s a camera sits in your toilet and takes pictures of your shit.
Kohler swears up and down that the camera can’t be turned around to film up, because that was my first thought.
It takes pictures of your shit and critiques it. I think it would give me performance anxiety. I mean, my grandma was obsessed with bowel movements, but I think even she would be grossed out by this.
The title is Uncle B’s, by the way. His other suggestion was PooFlix.
October 22, 2025 — 4:53 pm
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Retirement sucks
I haven’t been out of this armchair all day except to feed the chickens, make coffee and pee. I don’t think I’ve even read anything interesting online.
I’m not sure MidJourney understood the brief. The prompt was “weasel eaten by an armchair” and none of them showed that. It does make some adorable weasels, though. I did rather like the ermine with the bloody muzzle.
I liked this one because of the delightfully grungy red armchair. Works better in color.
October 21, 2025 — 4:55 pm
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Mood.
I blew out my rear tire over the weekend, somehow. A man with a van just came and took my bike away in a howling gale. We get some weather!
I mean, the tire is one thing, but it’s ten years old now and it shows. The cosmetics are grungy and the motor is starting to stutter. He’s going to give it a onceover and get back to me.
I’ll let you know the verdict. Surely the fact this man sells electric bikes won’t affect his judgement.
October 20, 2025 — 5:08 pm
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