Dead Pool round 188: Thick and fast!
Chuck Mangione. Hulk Hogan. Malcolm-Jamal Warner. Gromulin takes it with Ozzy Osborne.
Weird. Ozzy had a FaceBook page. That just doesn’t seem right, does it?
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.
July 25, 2025 — 6:00 pm
Comments: 61
Thursday?
I was so sure today was Friday and I didn’t need to post. Eh.
Yes, I somehow busted the spout of our cafetière. About the third one we’ve gone through at my hands. This came with the new one. We had fun role-playing hot water and scolding each other, though.
Ozzy, Hulk Hogan AND Chuck Mangione. SMH.
Okay, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO TOMORROW.
July 24, 2025 — 5:14 pm
Comments: 7
I did my due diligence
Uncle B sent me this. I hate running uncredited artwork, but the full size image just said imgflip.com – which is a repository, like Imgur. So I searched Tineye for the oldest version of this image and found a 2013 link to naolitoart.com. Dead domain. So I asked Grok if it knew anything about an artist working under the name naolito art. Yup.
Yes, the artist who works under the name Naolito is Nacho Díaz Arjona, a Spanish illustrator and animator based in Algeciras, Spain. He has been active as a professional artist since 2009, known for his humorous and minimalist digital illustrations, often featuring pop culture references, food, animals, and quirky “before and after” concepts. His work primarily focuses on graphic t-shirt designs but also includes animations, posters, and digital paintings. Naolito has collaborated with major brands like Netflix, PlayStation, and Nestlé, and his art is available on platforms like his website (naolito.com), DeviantArt, Threadless, and iCanvas. He has a significant social media following, with over a million combined followers across platforms like Instagram, where his witty and relatable illustrations have gained popularity.
My job here is done! You want more, you can look it up yourself.
It was inevitable someone had Ozzy. That was a short one, but not the shortest one ever. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!
July 23, 2025 — 5:59 pm
Comments: 12
AI has no sense of humor
I tried to get MidJourney to recreate my Barackoli image. This was the prompt:
a portrait of barack obama except his head is a broccoli floret
And got a response that the AI wasn’t sure it was an allowed image. Presumably, it wasn’t sure if this was a disrespectful image of a public figure (not allowed). I reported it to the devs as a miss, and then used the prompt:
a portrait of barack obama except his head is a broccoli floret – barackoli obama, get it?
And that went through. I particularly like the giant shadow Michelle in the corner.
Mine’s better, tho.
July 22, 2025 — 6:04 pm
Comments: 7
Okay, I liked this one!
I’ve been going back through my media library to check out some of my old Obama images. I’ll be gobsmacked if he actually gets in trouble, but some of those old images might come in handy in interesting times.
Can I just say how wild it is to have seventeen years worth of old images to sift through? I’ve uploaded 5,469 media files to my library so far and every one could be a diary entry.
Man, I used to do a lot of political stuff, huh? But this is my favorite kind – pure silly. I’m not much of a polemacist at heart.
July 21, 2025 — 6:11 pm
Comments: 4
Dead Pool 187: NOT born on the 4th of July
How on earth was the last Dead Pool launched on the 4th of July and I didn’t mention it in the title?
Anyhooo, MrsMGunz wins with Connie Francis. Once again, I had no idea Connie Francis was still alive. Born Concetta Rosa Maria Franconero, she was Italian-American, but grew up in an Italian and Jewish neighborhood and spoke Yiddish fluently. She released several albums of ethnic favorites, including one in Yiddish and Hebrew.
Her original act included an accordian. Now you know.
Let us begin.
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.
July 18, 2025 — 6:00 pm
Comments: 51
Woopsie doodle!
Oops! I appear to have messed up the tagging on the latest Dead Pool. Again.
Not that it matters now – MrsMGunz takes it with Connie Francis.
And Pups got the trivia question (I mean, he got it by reading the old comments section, but fair’s fair): this image is the only color image I’ve ever run above a post. It was so very nearly in monochrome naturally that I didn’t notice I hadn’t stripped the color information. If you zoom way in, there’s a tiny patch of brown on his upper lip.
And I didn’t meet Uncle B as a result of this plaster plaice. I met him in 1995 on USENET. That’s how old we are.
Back here? Tomorrow? 6WBT? Dead pool!
July 17, 2025 — 6:22 pm
Comments: 8
Never trust a fish with teeth
No, it’s not another MidJourney fever dream. We went to our favorite fish counter again today. Maybe Uncle B remembers what this fish is; I don’t.
They also had a five foot whole smoked eel, which looked like a giant black, glistening turd.
I want to know why it costs £10 to buy two dinner sized portions of fresh plaice off the boat, but we can get two breaded cod filets from the supermarket for £6. What are they selling the supermarkets, ancient fish?
Old time readers will remember this sixteen year old post about a plaster cast of a plaice I bought in a junk shop. Supernaturally attentive old time readers will remember what’s special about that post.
July 16, 2025 — 5:58 pm
Comments: 12
I’m so disappointed
I describe an image as “alien eggs cracking and weird disgusting spawn spilling out” and not one of you asked to see it. So here it is!
Ewwwwww.
Nothing happened to me today. How ever am I going to do this?
July 15, 2025 — 5:34 pm
Comments: 5
I have no idea…
I ate a bowl of icecream and forgot to take a picture. I would have thought ‘bowl of icecream’ would be a pretty easy assignment for AI. I wasn’t counting on the…entrenching tools sticking out the top.
MJ creates images in fours. One image was a pretty normal bowl, one had long odd slabs of icecream at the sides (maybe banana split inspired?), this image, and one that looked like alien eggs cracking and weird disgusting spawn spilling out.
Anyhoo, I went to the gym this morning. Trying to develop regular habits. I’m an absolutely wreck without routines. I have a strong temperamental inclination toward fecklessness that only strict regimentation can overcome.
I was called away to drink coffee with a friend before I had quite finished the leg machines. I hate the leg machines, so win-win.
And then icecream. I don’t usually indulge myself on gym days; we just have a giant tub of the stuff monopolizing the freezer.
p.s. WordPress doesn’t like icecream. Grok says it’s acceptable but ice cream is better. Stupid machines can kiss my ass.
July 14, 2025 — 5:12 pm
Comments: 10