A moment’s pause
I don’t post on September 11. I’m still sore about it — I probably always will be — but I don’t have anything more to say. Still, it feels all kinds of wrong to ignore the occasion and silly-post.
I don’t care what you want to talk about in the comments, though.
September 11, 2018 — 8:14 pm
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Did somebody mention chickens?
Jenny chicken. Mille fleur bantams (like what she is) are big, blowsy birds. They look like galleons under full sail.
Well! The visitation happened and went well, though their time here was short. It was great to see fambly again. And now I have a library, at last! I insist on pronouncing it ‘librrrree’.
Yesterday was the first day in six weeks I haven’t had this thing hanging over my head.
But, holy shit, what you little scamps have been up to! I am blowed away by that short story, Durned Yankee and BJM. I haven’t finished it yet. I’m using a funky old monitor and my comment text is too small. I’m going to have to paste the whole shebang into Word to make it out.
And congratulations to MrsDurnedYankee! I’m afraid I didn’t log in again after, like, Tuesday and I’m terribly sorry if I caused you Dead Pool anxiety.
I just checked. Ruth Bader Ginsburg seems to be doing fine. I’m sure she’ll make it to Friday.
Right! Places everyone…
September 10, 2018 — 7:28 pm
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She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain when she comes
Alright, you guys, this is it. A month ago, I mentioned I had a cousin coming to visit. I have spent essentially all my free time since then tidying up the problem areas.
You know. The Problem Areas.
That leaves our main living quarters still to go. I have about three days. Folks, I have vacuumed my guts out (which is every bit as horrible as it sounds). I can’t fail now.
Forgive me, I’m going to leave this as an open thread for the whole dang week. I’ll drop in from time to time and break up any brouhaha, fisticuffs or shenanigans but otherwise…knock yourselves out!
I’ll see you on the other side. Of the week. Not, like, the Other Side.
September 3, 2018 — 9:19 pm
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Weirdest gay romance novel EVER
Not really. It’s an ad for a Health and Safety training course that keeps popping up in my Twitter feed.
One week to go until my guests descend and I will fob you off with any old shit while I continue scrubbing floors.
But tomorrow — Dead Pool Round 113. Be here or be somewhere else and just wish you were here.
May I just say Round 112 was one of my favorite wins ever, and leave it at that?
August 30, 2018 — 9:39 pm
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Reduce the incidence of the…what now?
Onkle B spotted this sign on a collecting box in Waitrose today. It seems a bit mean-spirited to make fun of a charity — and a brain injury charity, at that — but honestly. Proofreading, people!
On the other hand, as strategies go…it’s a bit drastic, but it would work.
August 29, 2018 — 9:20 pm
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Horseshoes
Another one from a country show. Farmers hereabouts turn these up all the time, ploughing the fields (a neighbor of ours has an impressive personal collection).
The guy identified the approximate age by the style. Forgive me; I don’t remember. Most of them are Medieval.
The asymmetrical one upper left wasn’t corroded into that shape. It was for a horse with an asymmetrical hoof. So I was told.
Even these people’s garbage is interesting…
August 28, 2018 — 9:01 pm
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This little scrap of feline DNA…
This little one showed not the slightest inclination to roam, right up until two hours ago when he made a dash for freedom. I just side-glanced a streak of black and white leaping over Charlotte and pounding up the garden path in the dark.
I think he would have come back, but every time I put his kitten glop out to lure him in, the other two made a grab for it. Adult cats love kitten food; it’s super rich.
I might be out there still, but Jack made a screaming lunge for the baby (taking him for an intruder) and drove him up a tree.
Phew. Running late. Hope you guys had an excellent weekend.
August 27, 2018 — 10:04 pm
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Buttman and Weasel
We went to the circus tonight! It’s our unofficial end of Summer, which is sad. But, hey — circus!
For the past…many years, they’ve had a tiny Mongolian acrobat who does a number of different acts. He’s very good. One of which is always in costume, and the ringmaster invites the chilruns up to have their picture taken with whoever he’s pretending to be.
I always have my picture took. I have documentation. It was Spiderman last year. Transformers the year before. Batman this year, as you can see.
Except the ringmaster has the most impenetrable French accent and kept calling him “Buttman.” I lost it, each and every time.
Yes, I do have an in focus version of me and Buttman. Good weekend, everyone!
August 24, 2018 — 9:29 pm
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Vulture lurv
This was something a little different, also from the country show. There’s always a bird handling demonstration, usually hawks and eagles and like that. This is Maggie. She’s a vulture.
A vulture in love with her trainer. She was very sweet with him. He pointed out that her naked head — which had been white when she came out of the cage — turned a pretty pink when he handled her.
A blushing vulture in love.
When the other trainer got too close, she hissed and lunged at him. Not having it.
I’m not sure what you can do with a trained vulture. Hunt things that are already dead?
August 21, 2018 — 10:40 pm
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Let’s start the week with a little ass
From a country show we went to this weekend. He was three weeks old on Saturday.
August 20, 2018 — 9:06 pm
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