‘Scuse us. We have wind.
That’s up in Scotland, where they’re getting gusts up to 165 mph. Wind turbine done blowed up.
Technically, we’re not getting that storm down here, but it’s windy as a bastard tonight. The lights have dipped a couple of times, so I think I’d better queue up tomorrow’s Dead Pool ready to go.
Sorry to be so dull this week; we’ve had a lot on. We are now fully engaged in the Shitstorm Before Christmas.
December 8, 2011 — 7:27 pm
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We have a WINNAH!
You know what that means! Join me for the new Dead Pool Friday, 6pm WBT sharp.
Wait, what? That’s day after tomorrow? Oh, man…
Bear with me. Still playing catch-up. Talk amongst yourselves.
December 7, 2011 — 11:40 pm
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Mañana
London. Christmas party. Booze. Chinese food. Midnight train. Laterz.
— 12:44 am
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DIY Death Panel
Saw the doctor today about my persistent cough. Diagnosis: somethin’ done shook my bronchial tree. She gave me an inhaler. I’ve never had an inhaler before. I feel like Nerdly von Geekburger. Sadly, it doesn’t seem to contain any form of narcotic. Or work.
I’d’ve settled for some codeine linctus.
Completely unrelated (but medical), I ran across this fascinating article at Small Dead Animals earlier. It’s about how doctors choose to die. The short answer is: as far away from a hospital as possible.
Guys who have seen it a thousand times don’t want any part of modern medicine’s lurid pull-out-all-the-stops end-of-life snuff theater. (Also, people who opt for home hospice over ICU care live longer, on average, with a much higher quality of life. Go figure).
Something the article didn’t make clear — from my experience of medical people (and I have a few in the family), if a condition is curable or even satisfactorily treatable, they’ll grab all the modern medicine they can get. They aren’t anti-medicine. They’re anti-the-horrible-things-we-do-to-the-hopeless-as-they-fade-away.
Even if the topic gives you the willies, I highly recommend you read the article. And then put some future bureaucrat out of a job by making arrangements for yourself.
December 6, 2011 — 12:04 am
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Faceplant the Fox
Flipping through the Telegraph this morning, I ran across this great sequence of photos by wildlife photographer Richard Peters. It’s a fox pouncing on a mouse under the snow.
I thought it cried out to be stitched together into an animation. Click the picture to see the animated version. I think you’ll agree with me.
That, no. On second thought, it didn’t cry out to be an animation at all.
Good weekend, everyone!
December 2, 2011 — 10:49 pm
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Electric kazoo, bitches!
Just in time for Christmas, the electric kazoo!
Yes, it’s real! And yes, it’s every bit as stupid and pointless as you think. (Also, yes, that’s a little teeny, tiny 9 volt Fender amp back there).
What? Look, I’m a banjo player. You were expecting taste?
December 1, 2011 — 9:09 pm
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Night of the nekkid lady
Tonight was the last night of my life drawing class. Sorry for the bad cellphone pic, but this is as close as you’re getting to this sucker.
Eh. It’s okay if you stand back here and squint. I was seated in a tough spot, with an unfortunate compositional hand/tit convergence, but there was no room to move my setup once I saw the pose.
Moar practice. I’ve already signed up for the next series in the new year.
Anyhoo. Late. Gotta run.
— 12:02 am
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Um, what?
Sometimes I get an image stuck in my head and I can’t rest until I put it on paper (or electrons, as the case may be). It’s like an itch.
Of course, that usually means it’s somebody else’s picture I’ve seen before and I’m stealing it.
November 29, 2011 — 10:57 pm
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So long and thanks for all the hits
There it is; one of my biggest getter-of-hits. It’s the numero uno on a Google images search of “does Barney Frank have any teeth?”
The answer is no. He doesn’t. Not one. He’s as edentulous as a chicken.
Also, he’s not running for another term in Congress.
Well. Seventy is a bit young for a politician. I wonder if he hears the incoming whistle of dropping shoe.
Dude has had nothing but political jobs of one kind or another his whole life, but his personal fortune is getting on for $5M? Hm. Between that and his longtime partner heading up Fannie (or was it Freddie?) the years it injected the poison into our financial system…maybe he sees Congressional financial reform on the horizon and wants no part of it.
I have another theory, if you’ll permit me a moment of conspiracy nuttery. What if he didn’t win the last election (maybe more than one)? What if the crooked party apparatus is starting to creak under the strain of cheating him back into office time after time?
Remember, when he won last time, he gave a victory speech as bitter and angry as any concession speech. For no obvious reason.
I have never understood why the blue-collar union Manly Men who make up the Democrats in his district would turn out to vote, time after time, for a corrupt, nasty, toothless old queen.
Perhaps they didn’t.
November 28, 2011 — 5:39 pm
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I’m onna be a Limey!
Today is the third anniversary of the day I arrived in the UK, making me eligible to ask for citizenship (as a spouse; it’s five years if you’re here on a work visa). It doesn’t have any effect on my American citizenship and if I’m going to live here for the rest of my life, I demand the right to vote for a whole ‘nother bunch of useless lying politicians who won’t do a thing I agree with.
So that’ll be the end of my immigration adventures. My, how time flies when you’re drinking warm beer and eating jellied lamb’s knuckles.
Actually…it’s not quite time. I have to have sponsors attest my good character (hee hee!) and they have to swear they’ve known me for three years. The vicar for one, and we didn’t meet until December ’08 (for pre-marriage counseling. Brrrrrr).
Also, I need time to pull money over from the States to pay for this shindig. But they say you get a New Citizen Welcome Pack after you pinkie swear.
The picture? I ran across it on the Web today and thought it was funny. No idea where it comes from originally, but it was obviously done as a joke from the beginning.
Can you imagine the casting call on this one? “Ladies! Ladies! We need ten ugly ass-faced old cows who look like they’ve never been kissed in their lives…!”
Good weekend, everyone!
p.s. The cat got up on the counter and ate the turkey while we slept last night, so poor Uncle B didn’t get his turkey sangwich. Me, I trimmed off the gnawed bits, fed them to the outside cat and had myself some fine eating.
November 25, 2011 — 10:38 pm
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