Lady, what have you got on your head?!
Party Girl. I think from the context this is supposed to be Mardi Gras. This one is noteworthy for the especially awful art.
December 30, 2024 — 6:00 pm
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Brrrr…
This Was Your Life was by far the most circulated Chick tract of all. They were everywhere. This one was personal; it led to the terrifying certainty that some day, everyone who ever lived would watch me poop.
The original Chick artwork was appalling. This was a later edition intended to reach English-speaking Asian immigrants (their description).
December 27, 2024 — 6:00 pm
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It’s a novel theory
If you don’t get the implications of “slower and easier to catch” his position is that people killed and ate the dinosaurs, in what looks like Medieval times. This is a fun one.
December 26, 2024 — 6:00 pm
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Mary looks properly horrified
I’ve come to think of this artist as Shading Guy. He did this one and many other bible stories ones. He’s a definite cut above the usual Chick artist.
Merry Christmas!
December 25, 2024 — 5:00 pm
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How did they know I’m a serial killer?
One thing I was not expecting to see on my chocolate cake was a little plastic axe. “Weasel,” Uncle B says, “it’s a Yule log. Get it?”
Huh.
That’s it! I’m off! I’m done! I’ve queued up a whole holiday’s worth of posts, but nobody better die because I’m not Dead Pooling for a couple weeks.
Merry Christmas! See you on the other side!
December 20, 2024 — 2:24 pm
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Where’d the weasel belly go?
I didn’t realize Grok had an image creator, but it does. Go to regular Grok and type “create a picture of a weasel playing the banjo.”
It clearly has an issue with middles. And feet. It did the same thing to “badger playing a violin” (no, Uncle B doesn’t play the violin).
I satisfied my curiosity on one point: if you give it the exact same prompt you will get different images each time, including some wild ones (two-necked banjo, anyone?).
One more day of work!
December 19, 2024 — 5:02 pm
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*clink* moooo
Today, we went to the farm shop OF THE FUTURE! It’s a giant farm shop vending machine. Inside the cubbyholes are eggs and homemade cakes and vegetables and slabs of meat. Like a New York automat, but for farm produce.
This is their publicity photo. We found the actual shop considerably grubbier, but still cool. It’s a collection of vending machines in a shipping container on a gravel farm lot. The touch screen in the far right is where you choose what you want, pay by contactless and the correct doors pop open for you.
It’s a bit of a drive for us, but we had to go.
Oh, had a horrible scare, though. The milk vendor is in a separate building. I went to take my debit card out of my phone case to pay, and neither my credit nor debit cards were there! Turns out, when I opened my phone to take a picture of this shop, both cards fell on the ground at my feet. Found them when I went back to the car, but I had visions of ass-ache for Christmas.
December 18, 2024 — 5:56 pm
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Something skeert my chicken
We heard a squawk late the other night and I went flying out to the henhouse (O, how many times?). That little cross in the window was missing and my hen was downstairs in the run sitting in her water bowl making distressed chicken noises.
Near as I can figure it, something punched its face through the window (there’s no glass or anything). Probably a fox, because a badger would have bulldozed the hutch over. It’s a tiny house; foxy probably poked her off the perch with his nose. Poor girl.
The rooster, naturally, slept through the whole thing.
December 17, 2024 — 5:34 pm
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Language lesson
If you can’t read it, the French for rubber band is bracelets élastiques and the German is Gümmibander. Perfect.
I sure hope these are the right size, because I just bought a kilo of them. Do you know how many rubber bands are in a kilo? A real lot.
Welp, here we go. Last week before Christmas week, which I have off. I’ve bought everything I’m going to, I suspect. Pity Uncle B. He’s getting a weird assortment of weaselkitch this year.
December 16, 2024 — 6:38 pm
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Happy Friday the 13th!
I’m friendly with a woman who owns a coffee shop in town. She’s been moaning at how bad business has been these last couple weeks, so I stopped off and had a double espresso this morning on the way in.
Then when my boss arrived, I had a black Americano first thing. I don’t know why they call it an Americano. Do you?
Then on Fridays I get together with a group of old ladies for a cappachino mid morning. I was thrumming like a banjo string by lunch. Electric weasel.
Have a good weekend. I promise you more of the same lazy, low quality content all next week.
December 13, 2024 — 6:48 pm
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