Dead Pool 202: hints of autumn edition
Mrs Carl takes it with Esther Rantzen. Who has apparently been on death’s door for three years.
Sorry about the spam situation. We’re being absolutely buried in them. I clean them out once a day, but you’ll have to sit with them until then. I wish I could deputize you all to go spam hunting with me.
Are we 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.
October 2, 2026 — 6:00 pm
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That was easy. Kind of.
Raspberry Pi came. I didn’t get a monitor because I was going to use my Huion tablet as the monitor. The robot said it would work. What the robot didn’t say was the kind of connector I’d need to hook it up, one of which I did not have.
In the end, I used our television. Which is enormous. And the type was eeny teeny tiny. I had to stand right in front of the monitor to read anything and operate the mouse on my thigh. Not ideal.
But – hoo boy! – it booted up sweet as a nut. Downloaded updates, and there we are. The one I bought had the OS already on the micro-SD, so I really didn’t have to do anything.
It’s quick! My gosh, this will be fun to play with. When I get a monitor.
And yes – we’re being hammered with spam at the moment. I’ve just killed about fifty of the bastards. I don’t know why the filter isn’t working. Patience – I biff them all in one go. And stay away from that anal porn guy.
New Dead Pool tomorrow!
October 1, 2026 — 6:18 pm
Comments: 8