Dead Pool 183: weasels can’t count edition
Nana1’s pick of Val Kilmer finally paid off. I think of Kilmer as an up and coming young actor. It was a shock to learn he was a year older than me. And dead.
Rich Rostrom, the conscience of the Dead Pool, tells me I had two Dead Pool 181s, so the previous is actually 182 and this one is 183. You’d think I’d know how to count by now!
Ready?
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.
Note: I am woefully behind on dick deliveries. If I owe you one, you’ll know how long. I ain’t gived up, but I haven’t drawn much since lockdown. Some day, your heirs might hear from my heirs.
April 4, 2025 — 6:00 pm
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We liked Flow. Would recommend.
The environments were very beautiful. I was less sure about the art style of the animal models (they clearly concentrated on the cat and got him mostly right). The plot was meandering and could have been tightened (it was only 86 minutes, but it still felt too long). Way too much drowning cat anxiety (it would have freaked me out as a child).
BUT would recommend. It was a lovely dreamy experience.
We haven’t been to the movies in a long time. This was a small local theater (I am contaminated – I really want to change that to theatre). We got a small old people discount and the tickets were £18.50 each.
Itching to know – how much is a movie ticket in the States now?
Nana1 finally got her man with Val Kilmer. New Deadpool tomorrow! Six GMT. Be here or at least think about it!
April 3, 2025 — 6:43 pm
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Going to the movies!
I can’t remember the last time I went to the movies. We’re going to see Flow.
It’s Latvian. It was made by a small team with the free program Blender. And it won an Oscar!
Uncle B said, “I bet it has a sad ending” and I thought “oh no! I bet he’s right!”
Pray for a happy ending, folks. I hate sad stuff mixed with animals.
April 2, 2025 — 3:04 pm
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vrooms and buns
I knew it was something special when I heard the engine note, then this Ferrari parallel parks right outside the office. Just as a big group of schoolboys walked down the street. 12, 14 years old. They went NUTS over this car, but the prick behind the wheel sat stony faced and didn’t even look up.
Feh. He could’ve revved the engine for them or something. They’d’ve have lost their minds.
Ready for the most British headline ever?
Farmers strike across UK as they REFUSE to release milling wheat from stores – Britons could face hot cross bun shortage in Easter misery
I assure you, if there is a hot cross bun shortage at Easter, Britons will indeed be miserable.
April 1, 2025 — 7:01 pm
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Grrrrr
OUR CLOCKS CHANGED LAST WEEKEND. As Uncle B can attest, this will be followed by weeks of me pissing and moaning about it. Please stop. Please pick one and stick to it. I don’t care which one.
The image is when I asked Grok for a picture of an angry stoat. Not bad.
I’ve been playing around with Grok images to include in some art for work. Sometimes, it’s spectacularly good. Sometimes it’s spectacularly weird.
I need a very specific image: a Medieval soldier sitting on a chair in a candlelit room as seen from below. It gave me some pretty good options, though I can’t seem to pound “as seen from below” into its thick skull.
And then it started making the soldier sit at a table with a weird little animal perched on it. Over an over again. Different soldier, different animal.
It swears that every time you ask it a question – unless you specify you’re modifying an earlier prompt – that it starts from scratch. Clearly not.
So I switched prompts and asked it for a picture of a Medieval peasant shovelling out a stable. It gave me a rather nice close-up picture of a fox. I typed “that’s not anything like what I asked for” and I got a snivelling apology.
Shit is weird, man.
March 31, 2025 — 5:28 pm
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Is this real?
According to the original poster “I asked chatgpt’s new image model to script and generate a series of comics starring itself as the main character. The results genuinely gave me chills.”
I dunno. Too perfect? Here’s the thread.
Have a good weekend!
March 28, 2025 — 6:56 pm
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¡Adios!
There it is: my office chair. Left at the curb for the trash man.
It’s been broken for as long as I can remember (the back comes loose), but it’s still the most comfortable chair in the office. I must readjust it twenty times a day.
I reckon I have 7,500 butt hours in that thing. Harder’n hell to throw it away.
Do you feel that – a connection to things you’ve used a long time? It’s like a superstition, like something of me rubs off on my personal property.
March 27, 2025 — 7:37 pm
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Chicken City Live Stream!
Live stream. Chickens burbling. Soooothing. Not available now, check back tomorrow (it’s chicken bedtime). No idea what the connection to Tim Pool is.
The bottom fell out of one of my henhouses today. Halfway out – if it had come all the way out, I’d have a chance to fix it. As it is, if I give it a yank, I’m afraid I’ll break the whole poop tray. And then where would we be?
Lousy stinking stupid Chinese chicken hutch.
It’s not a safety issue. If they fell through it would just dump them out in the run (I don’t close the pophole), but they have to have something to stand on to to hop up on the perch. So I put an Amazon box in there.
You can take the girl out of Tennessee…
March 26, 2025 — 6:43 pm
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Another day, another hoard
Another detectorist find, this one in Yorkshire again (a very rich place for neolithic artifacts).
The metal objects had been purposely destroyed – they think by burning and subsequent burying – in one of the most puzzling acts our ancestors often perpetrated. Still, that’s how we find these great piles of stuff to this day – they buried them themselves.
And a very great stack of stuff it is. Eight hundred items, including lots of horse-related equipment, 28 iron tires (meaning they had chariots and/or wagons), spears, jewelry (that’s a brooch up there) and other items that proved there was a vast trade network 2,000 years ago, stretching right across Europe and perhaps into Rome. They were more prosperous than expected, too.
Have you ever noticed that every time we discover something new about the ancestors, they were more sophisticated than we realized?
Thanks to Uncle B for this one.
March 25, 2025 — 7:50 pm
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Not the most exciting show on TV
Ladies and gentlemen, I present the Fish Doorbell. Or visdeurbel, because the Dutch language is just the English language spoken by really drunk people.
To give you an idea how fast-paced and exciting it is, that’s the Fish Photo of the Week (for March 11. Maybe there’s been a super interesting one by now).
It’s an aid for fish looking to swim upriver to spawn in Utrecht. It’s a live webcam. If you spot a fish, poke the button and the lock keeper has a look. If there are enough fish, he opens the lock and lets them through. They’ve been doing this for five years now.
I haven’t seen a fish yet, just little bits of junk floating in the water. Still strangely soothing.
March 24, 2025 — 6:08 pm
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