Summer Lovin’

I quite like The Expanse, but it is very difficult to keep up.
I lost interest halfway through the first episode. I’m quite ruthless with drama series. They have minutes to win me over.

Yours is one of my favourite blogs, David. A token of appreciation has been sent.

I have authorized my assistants, Connie and Bonnie, to fire off some baksheesh for the blogwallah.
May your binge streaming never be interrupted with frozen pixels.

Love ‘The Year Reheated’…
*kerching*

On WHOSE ass?

Here I sit, eating frozen mini-tacos
I prefer ice cream for cold crunchy stuff.
Every few months I’ll go in for a Shannon’s Nightmare, being a more or less standard sundae, but made with large amounts of coffee and mint chip ice cream.

. . . a Shannon’s Nightmare, being a more or less standard sundae, but made with large amounts of coffee and mint chip ice cream.
Err . . . a just in case bit of clarity . . . That would be large amounts of coffee ice cream, and matching amounts of mint chip ice cream . . .
—Once Upon A Time, there was a choir in Oakland, Ca., where after rehearsals, quite a number would head off to a local ice cream shop. On one occasion, from randomness or mebbe a dare, a choir member named Shannon ordered that combination of Stuff. The next week she reported having then encountering The Utter Worst Nightmares Ever, and she was never going to do that again . . . . And then pretty much everyone else in the choir proceeded to order the Shannon’s Nightmare with such recurrence that the shop staff wound up knowing it just by name. A number of years after that, one of those choir members told me, and I’ve been rather fond of ’em on the occasions when I get something of the sort . . .

Here I sit, eating frozen mini-tacos
If you want me to send you a pizza roll, put your email address on my webzone.

No, Pogonip. That’s a wheel of cheese. Double Gloucester, to be precise. More information can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooper's_Hill_Cheese-Rolling_and_Wake

That’s a wheel of cheese. Double Gloucester, to be precise.
I thought that was a Canadian thing. I seem to recall a poem about it…*rummage, rummage, rummage*…ah, yes. Here ’tis…

Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
Weighing over seven thousand pounds
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze —
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you’ll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees —
Or as the leaves upon the trees —
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World’s show at Paris.
Of the youth — beware of these —
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o’ Queen of Cheese.
We’rt thou suspended from baloon,
You’d cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.

–James McIntyre

That’s a wheel of cheese. Double Gloucester, to be precise.
And did that cheese in ancient time,
Roll upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy curd of god
On England’s pleasant pastries seen?
Bring me my bowl of melted gouda!
Bring me my skewers of desire!
Bring me my barm, oh chunks unfold!
Bring me my Sterno for the fire!

Just bunged a couple of groats in the bucket to repair your clinker bottom.
If anyone has any suggestions…
I enjoyed the first two series of ‘Narcos’ and there’s another one in the queue. I’ve also watched the first two episodes of ‘The Young Pope’ which seems pretty good and has great Roman scenery and interiors.

. . . our ways, though sometimes mysterious to outsiders, are ancient and revered.
The Battle of Pearl Harbor.

Honestly, it’s like nobody knows anything about boatbuilding around here.

Clinker construction:

Carvel Construction:

An oasis of sanity. Tip jar hit.

@Pogonip
That was a reference to Mr. Plinkett of RedLetterMedia fame, whose reviews of the Star Wars Prequels film continue to scour eardrums on youtube. Strong language warning.
@WTP
I’ll see your Queen O’ Cheese, and raise you one Tron Kirk Bell.
WANWORDY, crazy, dinsome thing,
As e’er was fram’d to jow or ring,
What gar’d them sic in steeple hing
They ken themsel’,
But weel wat I they couldna bring 5
War sounds frae hell.
What de’il are ye? that I should bann,
Your neither kin to pat nor pan;
Nor ugly pig, nor maister-cann,
But weel may gie 10
Mair pleasure to the ear o’ man
Than stroke o’ thee.
Fleece merchants may look bald, I trow,
Since a’ Auld Reikie’s childer now
Maun stap their lugs wi’ teats o’ woo, 15
Thy sound to bang,
And keep it frae gawn thro’ and thro’
Wi’ jarrin’ twang.
Your noisy tongue, there’s nae abideint:
Like scaulding wife’s, there is nae guideint: 20
Whan I’m ’bout ony bus’ness eident,
It’s sair to thole;
To deave me, than, ye tak’ a pride in’t
Wi’ senseless knoll.
O! war I provost o’ the town, 25
I swear by a’ the pow’rs aboon,
I’d bring ye wi’ a reesle down;
Nor shud you think
(Sae sair I’d crack and clour your crown)
Again to clink. 30
For whan I’ve toom’d the muckle cap,
An’ fain wad fa’ owr in a nap,
Troth I could doze as soun’s a tap,
Wer’t na for thee,
That gies the tither weary chap 35
To waukin me.
I dreamt ae night I saw Auld Nick;
Quo he, ‘this bell o’ mine’s a trick,
A wylie piece o’ politic,
A cunnin’ snare 40
To trap fock in a cloven stick,
Ere they’re aware.
‘As lang’s my dautit bell hings there,
A’ body at the kirk will skair;
Quo they, gif he that preaches there 45
Like it can wound,
We douna care a single hair
For joyfu’ sound.’
If magistrates wi’ me wud’ gree,
For ay tongue-tackit shud you be, 50
Nor fleg wi’ anti-melody
Sic honest fock,
Whase lugs were never made to dree
Thy doolfu’ shock.
But far frae thee the bailies dwell, 55
Or they wud scunner at your knell,
Gie the foul thief his riven bell,
And than, I trow,
The by-word hads, ‘the de’il himsel’
Has got his due.’

Zionist Overlord,
A stab at Rabbie Burns? Yet lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain.

A literary recommendation for those who’ve lost interest in video entertainments. The linked e-book is a classic fish-out-of-water story of a modern computer programmer thrust into Ragnarok and imbued with sorcerous powers and a mission to save a sexy young woman and her girlfriend, both of whom are very grateful and open-minded. Three books so far, with the fourth due out soon-ish.

May you never find yourself holding up the queue of a busy by-hand carwash because somebody, who will for now remain nameless, parked under a tree shedding vast quantities of sap, resulting in twenty minutes of soaping and buffing, several unhappy glances from other waiting customers, and a particularly generous tip.
These well-wishes are getting disturbingly incredibly detailed.

Having once parked under the dirty pine tree at my parents’ place, I was politely asked by the Lovely Bride if I wouldn’t mind spending 30 or 40 minutes in the driveway with a towel and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Good times…
Here’s hoping you collect enough that you can treat the Other Half to a decent bottle of wine for a change, and not that budget stuff you pick from the bottom of the scratch-and-dent bin at Aldi.

Busted!

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