Okay, okay…you guys were right about the beard. He didn’t grow one; this dude is obviously Evil Paul Ryan from the alternate universe.
December 17, 2015 — 8:17 pm
Sorry, youse guys — I’m clearly already in Holiday Slacker Mode already. Tonight was the Sorting of the Christmas cards, one of my least favorite jobs.
On a happier note, though, I finally did custom cards this year. I thought it was too late, but I got a half price offer in email, and damme if they didn’t turn the whole thing around in two days.
Now we get to see if my boss appreciates my sense of humor.
December 16, 2015 — 11:11 pm
I saw this image used as a thumbnail for an article. Took me ages to find the full size version to show you.
Okay, yeah, I emphasized the glow a leeeetle bit, but it’s obvious they’re going for the Holy Sacred Democrat thing. I guess she wouldn’t oblige by speechifying in front of a halo-like object.
Stand by. We’re going to see a lot of this in the coming year.
December 15, 2015 — 11:03 pm
We’re doing the tree tonight. I got to pick the music from YouTube.
You guys, Uncle B doesn’t think the Skyrim theme is all that Christmassy!!11!!
December 14, 2015 — 11:34 pm
It all started when I went to upgrade my WordPress installation. And then I went to upgrade some plugins. And, next thing you know, I was paddling around in my PHP trying to tidy some loose ends. And before you know it, I had brokened the blog.
Not so’s YOU’d notice, but I messed up some important stuff behind the scenes. I built the blog nine years ago by mashing buttons until it kinda did what I wanted. I had no effing idea what I was doing and, anyway, it was a very long time ago. Trying to fix anything is…well.
It’s stable now, but don’t be surprised if I keep tinkering over the weekend and break it some more.
Have a good’un. Two weeks to Christmas!
December 11, 2015 — 11:37 pm
Steeleye Span was very good. The crowd was very old, but we made a respectable amount of noise. Booze was served. A good time was had by all.
The venue was something else. Believe it or not, that neoclassical thing in the middle of the picture was built as a church. The picture is maybe 1915. The building has recently been renovated into an arts center, St Mary in the Castle.
You’re not aware of it so much; it doesn’t look like that from the outside. You enter through a nondescript modern glass box down at the base there, but then you find yourself in a lovely semicircular hall. With a dome. And pillars. And less than comfortable straight-backed chairs, but we’ll ignore that for the moment. It’s early days and they haven’t got everything worked out yet.
Like the acoustics. The sound was kind of muddy and the instrument separation wasn’t good. Not enough to ruin the gig — not by a long shot — but those pillars play merry hell with the sound system.
But it was very impressive and pretty easy for us to get to. Hope they have some more good stuff there in future. Good night!
— 12:19 am
Heh. I’d forgotten this pitcher. I did it years ago. There’s a story that goes with the wolverine.
Trump’s remarks about Muslim immigration are making them go howling batshit boo-boo over here. Worse than the US. If you haven’t checked out the UK papers today, do so. Then read the comments section.
We’re headed for civil war, folks. I’m telling you.
Meanwhile, we’re going to a concert tomorrow night. Might be back late. Might not. Band’s even older than we are and we all need our forty winks.
December 9, 2015 — 10:21 pm
Really, can we have a moratorium on the phrase “this is not who we are“…? Dunno about you, but my knee-jerk goes, “don’t tell ME who I am!”
But I don’t want to talk about that. I want to talk about Paul Ryan’s beard.
I like it.
I’ve long been an advocate of facial hair in politics.
Exit question: better not hurt Muslim feelings or they’ll go radical, is an awful lot like better have dinner on the table at six or you’ll get a fat lip. Isn’t it?
December 8, 2015 — 8:09 pm
Dunno if you saw over the weekend, Warden from AoSHQ was banging the drum for the NRA. Point being, joining the NRA is the best possible rebuke to the gun-grabbing instincts of our bugfuck crazy lords and masters.
I first joined the NRA in 1999, after the Columbine High School massacre. Yup, they tried to pin that one on the NRA, too. I didn’t know much about the NRA at the time, but I knew that was totally unfair.
And it was. Have you ever been to an NRA gathering? Nicest bunch of sweet old men you could meet. The kind of guys whose other memberships are the Shriners and the company bowling team.
Not a homicidal maniac in the bunch.
Membership has some unexpected benefits. Like, the best damn t-shirts I’ve ever owned, no lie. Good designs and sturdy as heck. Mine are just beginning to wear out after a decade and a half of hard service. Plus, if you wear an NRA t-shirt and scruffy jeans into Whole Foods, you can blend in beautifully for a while…and then enjoy the klunking sound when your slogan finally registers on hippiebrain.
And the postman who delivers an NRA mag to your house every month is a polite postman.
I had planned to buy myself a life membership on my way out of the States, but then the bottom fell out of the property market and I barely made the move by the (financial) skin of my teeth. I really wanted that jacket! I’ve since totally let my membership lapse (if you want the magazine, it’s an extra $10 over and above for ferriners).
Perhaps I’ll grab an associate membership, just to show willing! I wonder if they saved my old member number?
December 7, 2015 — 9:22 pm
Behold, my favorite ever mouse — the MS Trackball. Look at the price. Look at it! That’s not a P’shop. They actually cost that now, on account of MS isn’t making them any more.
The closest thing still in production is the Logitech cordless, which isn’t bad. It’s no Microsoft, but it isn’t bad, but even this one has edged up to £50. I’m not sure why these are so rare. People who love them (like moi) really hate to use anything else. That’s what you call a ready market.
What happens to them, after many hundreds of hours of happy mousing, the three little ball bearings that hold the ball suspended go flat on one side, at which point the traction gets gummy. I kept all the old dead ones, of course. Some day, I might get desperate enough to try replacing those little ball bearings, but by god the tolerances would have to be close.
For now, though, I have broken down and broken out my last backup Logitech mouse, after the last one became intolerable. The occasion? Bundle Stars sold me the whole Quake series for, like, five quid.
I know what I’m doing this weekend. Happy frags, y’all!
December 4, 2015 — 10:24 pm