Scott Jacobs wins the honors with Leonard Cohen. Died in his sleep after a fall. Not a bad way to go. Assumed he would meet a…darker end.
I have a gut feeling Hillary! is going to be the new Zsa Zsa. She looked so rough last time she appeared, I could almost squeeze out a little tear for her.
Art thou ready? Then we begin:
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.
November 18, 2016 — 6:00 pm
A braggot is a mixture of honey and barley, used as an alcohol base (like malt for beer, or corn for moonshine). Remember, kids, yeasties eat sugar and pee alcohol!
I learned this word from this NPR story about reviving an ancient brew based on analysis of an archaeological find. Specifically: the cauldron in the picture. It was dug up and analyzed in Germany.
The 2,500-year-old brew was made with barley, honey, mint and meadowsweet. Barley and honey to feed the yeast, meadowsweet in place of hops as a bittering (and preservative?) agent, and mint for flavor, I guess. The author said it was strong and tasted pretty nice, but there are no plans to sell it.
I’m still unclear why alcoholic beverages need a bitter component, except hops are also a preservative agent. You would not believe how huge hop production was here until pretty recently. Even more so next door in Kent. The whole area is covered in old oast houses, once used to dry hops. Now converted into ultra expensive houses for the most part. They are dreadful cool.
Right! We know what tomorrow is. Friday. 6 WBT. DEAD POOL ROUND 90.
November 17, 2016 — 9:59 pm
Just LOOK at them! The breed is (usually) called Polish in the US, or Polands in Europe. Also sometimes Pols, which is closer to the thing. Calm down, mein Führer, they don’t (probably) have any relationship to actual Poland. It’s a very old breed and the name likely comes from the Middle Dutch word Pols, which meant “head.” Because duh.
And yes, they bump into things if you don’t trim around their eyes. Though I saw one lady who hated to trim and gathered the feathers up in a hipster topknot with a teeny, tiny rubber band instead. It was adorable.
Yeah, I want one of these in the worst way. I haven’t worked out yet if they come in a Pekin bantam variant — little chicken, feathery feet — except possibly as an accidental crossbreed. I shall investigate. Anyway, I promised Uncle B our next birds would be lemon cuckoos, which are a pretty little Pekin bantam. Very fat and sweet tempered.
I wonder if I could persuade someone to breed me a Polish lemon cuckoo. Hell, that would be worth doing for the name alone.
Anyway, I bring this up because I was looking for a picture of a chicken skull (as you do) and I found this picture of what a Poland’s head bones look like. I thought it was a diseased chicken at first.
Whatever they keep in that thing, it’s probably not brains.
November 16, 2016 — 10:22 pm
I’m hoping it wasn’t Uncle B.
Cat and mouse from the 14th Century chapel in St. Mary Magdalene Church, Newark, Nottinghamshire. Pinched from FaceBook. I feel like a villain not giving credit more explicitly, but I try to keep People FaceBook and Weasel FaceBook separate.
Yeah, Weasel has more friends than I do. Thanks for asking.
Anyhoo, I inherited an old computer from work today. They were going to throw it away, so I thought I could put it up in my leetle art room.
Anybody remember how to speak XP?
November 15, 2016 — 8:59 pm
Ah, yes…chickens playing the xylophone. No, no link. Unfortunately, it’s a FaceBook video — I refuse to link to ’em, and I can’t find this particular video elsewhere. Never mind. If you enter “chickens xylophone” into YouTube, you will find literally minutes of wholesome entertainment.
Chickens like sounds. They will return again and again to peck things that have no food value but make an interesting noise, like empty buckets, wooden gates or my banjo.
So anyway, I have thoroughly enjoyed the political salt storm this week. I intend to continue enjoying (and probably posting about it) for some time to come. But, let’s face it, it’s politics — if you get pulled in too far, it will always break your heart.
No hostages to fortune.
p.s. Tell me electric blanket stories. We bought an expensive one last year, got a whole luxuriant season out of it, fired it up this year and…control burnout. To be fair, I think the big fat cat napping on it during the heat-up cycle tripped the heat sensor — but it’s a lousy failsafe design that permanently breaks when overheated. Any advice?
November 14, 2016 — 7:25 pm
And, just now announced, Robert Vaughn has shuffled off today, as well. It was a bit of a shock to see a picture of him as an old man; in my dessicated old brain, he’s still the embodiment of cool.
It’s too late to queue a new Pool this week, so gather ’round next Friday.
FRIDAY – NOVEMBER 18 – 6WBT – DEAD POOL ROUND 90
November 11, 2016 — 7:06 pm
Oh, how I am enjoying social media this week. I’m pretty sure this much schadenfreude is bad for my spleen, or something. I have nothing insightful to add.
Please, continue to discuss the election in the comments. Your words, they are like delicious candy.
November 10, 2016 — 10:42 pm
Sadly, my neighbors and co-workers weren’t nearly as salty as I expected. All kinds of hostility in the run-up to the election, and now just a little languid and fatalistic moo.
But social media — that’s a different story. I have wasted (!) most of the day enjoying the beautiful deluge of salt on Twitter, Facebook, and the rest. O frabjous day!
It surely is dawning on EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE that we have been incredibly badly served by the media and pollsters (not counting Drudge).
Trump may well make a lousy president, but he has well and truly smashed the Clinton Machine forever. And for that, my gratitude.
November 9, 2016 — 8:39 am
Cartoon is from Tom Gauld. Who works for the Guardian, sadly. I almost typed that he sadly worked for the Guardian, but he’s probably pretty happy about it. His official website is here and isn’t very fun, but his old Flickr page is. Fun, that is.
The election results won’t start coming in until very late my time, and the earliest the shebang could be called is 4 am. So I won’t be staying up for it.
I wouldn’t anyway. That shit is soul-killing.
November 8, 2016 — 9:01 pm
Holy shit, look at this thing! It’s a tiny part of this necklace which was found in a grave in Tolstaya Mogila, Ukraine and is thought to date from about 400 BC. (Here’s a big, color view of that detail).
It’s Scythian. I mean, I’ve heard of the Scythians, but I won’t say I knew anything about them. I had no idea they were exquisite goldsmiths. Wikipedia says they were a group of Iranians, the very first horse warriors. So, proto-Mongols. Famous warriors.
But I can’t get over the workmanship on this, particularly given the date. Banging around the web looking for more information, much has been said about how this particular piece had influence from classical Greek art. And it clearly does. But the stuff that isn’t classically inspired is still lovely and technically sophisticated. See Google Images search.
And still most of the articles are about how martial they were. Boo.
November 7, 2016 — 10:31 pm