Happy Boxing Day!
Gosh, I’m stuffed.
Back here tomorrow. 6 WBT. Dead Pool Round 57!
December 26, 2013 — 11:36 pm
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It was awesome
Hope yours was, too!
December 25, 2013 — 10:54 pm
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We made it!
Well, that was the most spectacular windstorm either of us can remember — and we get some doozies here along the Channel. But we never lost power.
We did, however, lose two trees. One was dead, and we kind of expected it to come down in the blow. The other was a live plum tree, though, and it will be missed. But they didn’t damage anything in the falling, so we’re going to call this one a win.
Merry Christmas, y’all! Hope Sandy Claws dumps a load of awesome down your chimbley!
December 24, 2013 — 10:34 pm
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Christmas Eve Eve
Holy shit, it’s like the apocalypse out there. Yes, we’re on the southern coast, in the 85mph band. It’s rubbish night, but I don’t dare put anything out. I’m amazed we have power. It might not last.
By the way, our little corner of England always gets lumped in with London. As you can imagine, the doings of London always bigfoot all over our local news.
Yes, somebody had Kalashnikov. Sam Paris had him. So there will be a holiday Dead Pool on Friday, if y’all are over your festivities by then.
Expect posting to be light and lame for the holidays, until I sober up. I make that February or so.
December 23, 2013 — 8:25 pm
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Here we go!
I bet I’m getting fifty commercial emails a day, from everybody I’ve ever bought so much as a paperclip from. Mostly from the States, so they are — how you say? — out of luck sneaking a hand in my pocket this Christmas.
I dread this season. I’m a lousy gift shopper, Uncle B is incredibly hard to buy for and his birthday is too close to Xmas. If something’s big, I can’t afford it. If it’s small, he’s already bought it. If it’s weird, he’s probably not going to like it.
What I usually do is open up Amazon, close my eyes, think of him and poke stream-of-consciousness into the search box. For, like, a week, until I reach my money limit.
The thing above is one of my stranger successes. It’s a temperature-controlled butter dish. See, Brits use butter instead of mayo as a sandwich lubricant. And, on untoasted bread, the butter is either tear-it-up hard or sloppy soft, depending on the season and how long it’s been left out. This thing has a thermostat, a dial and a computer fan in the bottom, so the butter is always the perfect spreading temperature.
No, really, it was a hit.
What are some of your stranger Christmas successes? Seriously, I’m asking. Begging, even. I am allllll out of ideas this year.
December 2, 2013 — 11:32 pm
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Put me some knowledge
Happy Armistice Day slash Veterans Day, folks. Especially you veterans. And armistixes. The web seems boring today, so I will be, too.
Are any of you using Google+? Can you ‘splain it to me?
I’ve heard it called FaceBook without FaceBook. I get the impression Google is pushing it pretty hard right now, which is pissing people off. I understand they’ve tied Google+ to the comment system on YouTube, likewise pissing people off. And that’s pretty much all I know.
Uncle B and I have both seen a big uptick lately in requests for Google+ linkages and Hangouts. He’s a bit like this about social media. I’m willing to try things, but I live in terror that my tablet is going to rat me out to my desktop PC some day. You know — real name, medical history, jeans size, the latitude and longitude of the spot I’m sitting now typing this useless bullshit somehow find themselves on a banner ad on Drudge. With a link to my blog.
So. How about that Google+.
November 11, 2013 — 11:13 pm
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Happy Hallowe’en
Man, I can’t believe I got all jammed up and didn’t carve a pumpkin this year. I have failed Hallowe’en 🙁
I am, however, about to drink some of this:
King Goblin is hand crafted from roasted chocolate and crystal malts, with a timely infusion of fuggles, sovereign, styrian and cascade hops to produce an indulgently rich, full, smooth beer of exceptional quality and character.
Screw it, it’s really nice beer. Also, 6.6% alcohol!
Hobgoblin calls itself “the unofficial beer of Hallowe’en” and is ubiquitous about now. Wychwood’s marketing is effing twee but they make awesome beer.
Happy Hallowe’en! Please don’t get runned over tonight.
November 1, 2013 — 12:11 am
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Ohhhh…I mean…arrrrr
Oh, I wondered why the websites I visited today were talking all retarded, and the daily specials from Steam were pirate games. Yup. Talk Like a Pirate Day. Again. Gosh, it doesn’t seem like any time at all since the last TLaPD.
No, not a proper post at all, but I didn’t have NOTHING queued up for today, so I’m’onna run with it.
p.s. I bet this isn’t Lucy Worsley’s favorite holiday.
September 19, 2013 — 10:21 pm
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A moment’s reflection
Sadly, it looks like gulliblepratt’s fingers are slipping off the dick (ha! Nope. Never gets old). Nelson Mandela is said to be improving steadily. So, before he croaks indeed and criticizing him becomes some kind of special sooper dooper hate crime, let us pause for a moment and reflect that Mandela is a Commie and a terrorist piece of shit who richly deserved the prison sentence that pop culture sprung him out of.
Actually, I’m ‘onna let Kathy Shaidle do that, because I suspect criticizing Mandela is already some kind of special hate crime, and she has more guts than I have.
During this time, he and other ANC leaders formed its armed wing — Umkhonto we Sizwe (MK). Mandela was secretly appointed its commander in chief. – PBS special on Mandela
That “armed wing” carried out terror attacks at shopping centers, movie theaters and other civilian targets, not just “establishment” ones like courts and banks.
These attacks blew many innocent whites and blacks to bits.
And when Mandela was arrested, the authorities claimed to have uncovered “210,000 hand grenades, 48,000 anti-personnel mines, 1,500 time devices, 144 tons of ammonium nitrate, 21.6 tons of aluminium powder and 1 ton of black powder.” – Shaidle, at the link
What is it with the left and terrorist bombers? This week, Rolling Stone made a cover boy out of dreamy Boston bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev (is it mean spirited to hope his last stand somehow messed up that pretty face?). And then there’s Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn, whose defense of the Weather Underground bombings is something like they weren’t very good ones. Oh, and Saint Yasser Arafat, who invented the suicide bomber?
It’s clear that some chunk of the left doesn’t just excuse these murderous assholes, but swoons over them. Why? What is it?
July 18, 2013 — 10:35 pm
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Cupcakes for Jesus
So endeth a week of short posts. The church fête is this weekend, so we’re baking Cupcakes for Jesus tonight.
We bring cupcakes by tradition (Uncle B does the actual baking, and I assist by washing things and fetching things and reading him the recipe wrong). By tradition, we finish them at two in the morning, rather the worse for strong drink. And, also by tradition, I chuck way too much red food coloring into the frosting, turning the end result a toxic pink that adults won’t touch.
This year, it looks like we’ll be finishing fairly sober and not long after midnight — so yay! I still spilled too much coloring in the frosting, though. Tradition!
Good weekend, all.
July 5, 2013 — 10:41 pm
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