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Mrs Peel takes the dick with Christopher Hitchens.

I really did stop the presses on a magazine once. Well, I spotted the error. The editor made the decision to stop the presses. (No kidding — a period was missing on the end of a sentence in a footnote. Engineers are sooo anal retentive)

Anyhoo, that means the new Dead Pool will be up today, 6pm WBT.

About seven hours from now.

Be here, or be someplace else!


Comment from Pablo
Time: December 16, 2011, 11:26 am

Damn. Rest in peace, Hitch, and God bless ya. Yeah, that’s right.

Comment from Oceania
Time: December 16, 2011, 12:30 pm

Bob Hawke anyone?

I’ve just worked out why Indians have those little red dots … if you push it they go into standby mode.

Comment from Stoaty needs a gut stringed, fretless banjo
Time: December 16, 2011, 12:47 pm

Efrem Zimbalist Jr.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 16, 2011, 12:52 pm

Come back in five hours with that pick.

Uncle B won’t let me have a fretless. He says nobody can play a fretless anything in tune. (I had one picked out and everything).

Comment from Redd
Time: December 16, 2011, 1:39 pm

I’m really sorry that Hitchens died. I knew he didn’t have long but I had hoped he could live a few years longer.

RIP, Mr. Hitchesn.

Comment from sandman says:nothing to see here…
Time: December 16, 2011, 1:54 pm

I can’t do fretless but I can do talentless just fine…
just saying is all.

Comment from beasn
Time: December 16, 2011, 2:35 pm

I never could ‘get’ Hitchens. He says religion has caused the most grief in this world….unless he included his own atheist/humanism into that group, which has killed and made miserable a HELL of a lot more people.

But then I also just read him described as an avowed ‘sensualist’. And there. you. go. He doesn’t want the guilt of clean living.

Comment from Stoaty needs a soundproofed banjo parlor
Time: December 16, 2011, 3:26 pm

Hello pretend internet friends!

Anybody know of a source for good imitation ivory? I’ve tried Corian (not hard enough) and mammoth ivory (ick).


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 16, 2011, 3:51 pm

Is Micarta the same as Corian?

Comment from mojo
Time: December 16, 2011, 4:18 pm

I hear the guys at Macallan’s are holding a wake.

Comment from BBB wants a ferret named Wilma
Time: December 16, 2011, 5:32 pm

Corian is an acrylic polymer used for counter tops, I think Micarta is a sort of electrical insulator.

I once saw a nicely engraved shaving brush made from an imitation ivory and the hardness was perfect. I’ve been looking for years for the same stuff.

One of the things I like to do poorly is engraving. It’s really fun. I bet Stoaty could make some fine engravings.
Have you thought about do inlay to make a fancy banjo?


Comment from Nina
Time: December 16, 2011, 6:07 pm

Is it 6 WBT yet?

Comment from sandman says:nothing to see here…
Time: December 16, 2011, 6:14 pm

Is Phil Donahue still alive? If he is I wish him no well. I wish him only ill. It’s early yet but I’ma get mah illin’ on.

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: December 16, 2011, 10:21 pm

Yep, he knows now. And if CS Lewis is right, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: December 17, 2011, 4:42 pm

Good golly Miss Molly! It’s into Saturday and no selections of note yet? Lemme see if I can find an ill centenarian.
I nominate Roman Totenberg (born January 1, 1911) Polish-American violinist and educator, father of Nina Totenberg. I don’t know if he is ill but is he famous enough for this group?
Damn slim pickens in the “born 100 years ago group” and no, that was NOT a second selection because the phrase was not capitalized. Where is everyone? Yuletide shopping? Deadpool too depressing? What? What?

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