More things spotted in the supermarket
Not really remarkable, but worth noting that this sign is up high and behind a deep shelf of produce. So, I don’t know. Inside job?
It’s late. I’m off! Relieved to note that Notre Dame is salvageable (they saved the rose windows!), though it’s going to be a tough row to hoe. As it were.
April 16, 2019 — 10:24 pm
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Unbearable
Cannot watch Notre Dame burn. Just cannot deal.
We heard about the news from my mother-in-law before it hit the top of the BBC (I think it might have been a smaller item down the page) — process that for a moment. Drudge had it front and center, though.
Take my advice: don’t go to Twitter tonight. I’m coming to the conclusion that the only purpose of Twitter is to make me psychotically angry.
Beautiful gargoyle picture above from Peter Adams Photography. I would say “courtesy of” but I don’t think it counts as a courtesy if you didn’t ask.
April 15, 2019 — 9:38 pm
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Dead Pool Round 20: Here Comes Spring!
Deborah HH has won dick with Lt. Col. Richard Cole, last of the Doolittle Raiders. He was 103. He was preceded a few weeks ago by Squadron Leader Dick Churchill, last participant of the Great Escape, aged 99.
So very few of these guys left. My dad was drafted right at the end of the War and lived to a ripe old age and he’s been dead for a while now. Remember when they were counting down the very last people born in the 19th Century? Feels weird.
Okay! 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.
April 12, 2019 — 6:00 pm
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I owe some of you an apology, looks like
I signed up for something using my stoaty@sweasel.com address today and…nothing happened. So I poked around sending myself messages and…nothing happened.
I checked the mail forwarding and everything looked hunky-dory, but stuff is just not getting through. I tried forwarding to a different address, and suddenly – newsletters! Erm, oh joy!
I don’t know how long this has been going on, but if you wrote to me at the address at the top of the blog, I never got it and chances are you never got a bounce message. I’m terribly sorry. I wasn’t ignoring you, I swear. This includes dick winners!
And speaking of which: tomorrow. Here. 6 WBT. DEAD POOL!!!
p.s. Today I got a notice from 23andme that my big brother finally turned in that DNA kit I sent him, like, five years ago. The bad news: turns out he really is my brother.
April 11, 2019 — 9:30 pm
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If I eat these, will I die?
An amazing whole bed of these ‘shrooms sprung up over the weekend in one of the flower beds. They were lovely and fluffy and white at first and I’m pretty sure they’re some flavor of champignons.
They’re looking a little tired and not so appetizing now, but I’m still tempted. Color photos wouldn’t help; they’re just kind of grayish.
I have a book on identifying local fungi around here somewhere, but I’m not sure where and I’m lazy. Pls help, internet.
The British have a lovely saying that’s not nearly as rude as it sounds: “suck it and see.”
Deborah HH has won the deadpool with Richard Cole, last of the Doolittle Raiders. You know what that means:
HERE. TOMORROW. SIX SHARP WBT. DEAD POOL ROUND 120.
April 10, 2019 — 8:34 pm
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Glamour and celebrity
Today, we were next in line to this guy in the supermarket checkout. I have a side bet with Uncle B that you guys will know who he is. You’re just the type.
The picture is a hint. I stole it from the BBC, which is also a hint.
My, he did look weedy, I must say. He was buying a sad little cluster of cans of mushroom soup. One he was returning because he’d accidentally picked one up with chicken in it, so I suspect vegetarian. Don’t do it, kids. Just don’t.
I probably violated half a dozen EU privacy directives just now.
Uncle B nodded hello to him, but I was busy wondering if I could sneakily take a phone picture without getting caught. The answer is no.
April 9, 2019 — 8:49 pm
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*shrug*
Folks, I can’t tell you what’s going on in this country at the moment.
No, really. I can’t. I’m a guest in a place that’s suddenly morphed into a single giant, throbbing raw nerve ending and I’m trying to keep my trap shut and not attract attention to myself.
Nobody likes a mouthy immigrant.
Image pinched from here.
April 8, 2019 — 9:18 pm
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My kitchen garbage smells like cinnamon
My tea came today! That’s a big ol’ bag of chai, innit?
I generally prefer to make it up myself from spices, but this is a very nice commercial blend. If you’re in the UK, I recommend these people (strangely, they have many more varieties of tea in their Ebay shop than their online store). I can’t guarantee they make it up on the day they ship it, as they claim, but we’ve now ordered quite a bit of tea from them and it’s all been excellent.
Not cheap. Not as expensive as some, but not cheap. Fancy tea is dear, even in the land of fanatic tea drinkers.
Good weekend, all!
April 5, 2019 — 8:13 pm
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Fab four
Bit of an anticlimax to watch: they decided mama was not progressing well enough and whisked her off to the vet. An our later, four healthy kittens appeared on camera. Delivered by caesarean (one had to have a little atropine assist to get his tiny ticker going). Three tabbies and a ginger.
I recommend you hold onto the link. They’ll follow these little wigglers right up to adoption time and these babies grow fast.
This (and I’m sure many other) animal charities make serious bank via these kitten cams. And more power to them — you’ve got to buy the Friskies somehow.
I’m sure there’s a doggo equivalent, for you weird non-cat people. I couldn’t find a live puppy cam, but here’s a live cam of elderly dogs eating. For some reason.
April 4, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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Can’t talk. Busy watching feral cats give birth.
Like giving birth RIGHT NOW.
Both are pregnant. The one on the left is Nelia and she’s just gone into labor within the last couple hours. The one on the right is Serenity. This is Serenity’s box. Nelia has commandeered it, and Serenity is not happy about it.
If you hurry, you can join me and seven thousand of my pretend internet friends to see the very first kitten emerge. (Assuming there are no complications; it does seem to be taking a little long).
Fair warning: they have just switched from the above view to butt cam.
April 3, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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