There’s Always A Bloody Catch
Tomorrow, Saturday, is this blog’s twelfth birthday. That’s a stretch of time I hadn’t envisioned when I started doing this. Back in February 2007, I had no idea what I was doing with this thing – and no expectation that I’d still be doing it, hopefully a little better, more than a decade later. I can’t quite decide if this is a feat of unparalleled heroism on my part, or just bloody-minded obstinacy.
Either way, it’s a tissue-thin pretext to remind patrons that this rickety barge is kept afloat by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to help it remain buoyant a while longer, and remain ad-free, there’s an orange button below with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted. For those wishing to express their love regularly, there’s a monthly subscription option top left. And if one-click haste is called for, my PalPay.Me page can be found here. Additionally, any Amazon UK shopping done via this link or the search widget top right, or for Amazon US via this link, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last twelve years, in over 2,600 posts and more than 90,000 comments, the reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year summaries. There you’ll find the gaseous emissions of ecologically-minded artists; adventures at the arse-end of academia; thoughts on rioting and the left-leaning media; and much pondering of the thought processes of empowered feminists. If you can, do take a moment to poke through the discussion threads too. The posts are intended as starting points, not full stops, and the comments are where much of the good stuff is waiting to be found. And do please join in.
As always, thanks for the support, the comments, and the company.
Thanks for all the ‘adventures at the arse-end of academia’… 🙂
Tip jar hit.
My favourite blog. Pinged. Again.
Tip jar hit
Pinged.
Bless you both. May you never know the horror of spilling turmeric on white trousers.
Encouraging scenes.
Via Ace.
Bunged a few quid in the tip jar. Thanks for the laughs and being a good host. (Still catching up on the ‘reheated’ posts…)
Bunged a few quid in the tip jar.
Bless you, sir. May your signal strength never falter in rural environs.
Happy blog birthday. *kerching*
*kerching*
Bless you, madam. May your thread counts be high and your fabric softener effective.
*Ker-CHING!*
I think what I like best about your blog (as well as the insanity – I’m very insane myself, not proud of it but you go with your strengths) is that it’s nowhere near as useless as I was when I was twelve……
*Ker-CHING!*
Bless you, sir. May the yolks of your poached eggs be soft and yielding, and the whites firm, never runny.
it’s nowhere near as useless as I was when I was twelve
Twelve bloody years, though. That’s a childhood, more or less.
– Don’t think they’d invented eggs yet when I was twelve, much less poached –
Pinged.
There’s a little birthday present in the tip jar.
Twelve more years!
Pinged.
Twelve more years!
Bless you both. May your struggles with freshly-laundered duvet covers be brief and unequivocal.
May your struggles with freshly-laundered duvet covers be brief and unequivocal.
It’s what a husband is for. 🙂
It’s what a husband is for. 🙂
Bulldog clips also work.
“By the middle of the year, robocalls are expected to make up half of all calls that occur in the U.S.”
Great blog, David.
*Ping*
*Ping*
Bless you, madam. May you discover that haggis tastes better than it sounds.
Pinged. Keep up the bloody-minded obstinacy.
Keep up the bloody-minded obstinacy.
I was hoping for the heroism thing, but I’ll go with bloody-mindedness. And bless you, sir. May your Other Half forget your birthday just once, resulting in extra leverage when subsequently negotiating a suitable present.
[checks bank balance … finds it ok to hit the PayPal button]
*Ping*
Happy 12th – this blog is now old enough to attend middle school. 😉
Incoming!
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/321168/
Insta-insta lanch-lanch-lanch.
Alert! Alert! Alert!
https://youtu.be/DqNac7Fz1Uc?t=55
Has anyone tried pinged eggs?
I am disgruntled. I have the flu even though I got a flu shot.
I want a refund.
David, what did the leveraged present turn out to be? A slightly-used flamethrower?
Insta-insta lanch-lanch-lanch.
[ Returns from family dinner, sees urgent need for extra chairs. ]
Happy 12th – this blog is now old enough to attend middle school. 😉
Bless you, madam. May the cardboard tube inside your toilet roll never come unravelled, resulting in a delivery system that’s structurally unsound.
12 pound for 12 years, kind host. May your garden weeds be plucked as easily as saints ascending upon The Rapture.
Bless you, sir. May you never misplace the corkscrew.
[ Sounds of rummaging in kitchen drawer. ]
Thanks to all who’ve chipped in so far (including those much too shy to say hello), or who’ve subscribed, or done shopping via the Amazon links. It’s much appreciated and is what keeps this place here.
Another drop in your bucket.
Chocolate Kong.
Another drop in your bucket.
Bless you, sir. May you always remember to waterproof new boots.
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And I object to being referred to as “Bull Dog Clips”
Congrats on the blog’s 12th Aniv.
May the cardboard tube inside your toilet roll never come unravelled, resulting in a delivery system that’s structurally unsound.
Nightmare. Were you alright?
Were you alright?
Heh. It was an alarming turn of events, as you can imagine, but I was very brave.
What was the leveraged present? If he gives you a flamethrower when he’s NOT in trouble…
Ka-chinged, on condition that I get the poached egg blessing. I LOVE poached eggs with soft yolks.
Else I’m un-ka-chinging.
I have the flu & I keep waking up coughing.
Entertain me in my last hours, please.
Ka-chinged, on condition that I get the poached egg blessing.
Consider the poached egg blessing yours, madam. I’m now going to have to think of a replacement for Mr Knott. As you can imagine, after doing so many of these – I think we’re well into three figures now – devising new ones is not the easiest task.
Speaking of poached eggs, I recommend these babies here. There’s little, if any, mess and they’re pleasing to fondle.
and much pondering of the thought processes of empowered feminists.
Some good old fashioned fisking. 🙂
Some good old fashioned fisking. 🙂
Thanks. To be fair, spotting the evasions and absurdities in feminist posturing isn’t exactly difficult. You pretty much trip over them every few seconds. The bigger puzzle is how these people could come to have sizeable followings among the supposedly educated and clever. Between them, the two ladies have close to 200,000 Twitter followers, and Laurie’s media career has been noted previously. But if you think of their appeal in terms of psychology, rather than soundness of argument, or anything approaching soundness of argument, it starts to make a kind of sense.
What an achievement! Thanks for wading through miles of the deranged outpourings of the left for all of us. How you remain sane is a mystery
Might I suggest you treat yourself to a bottle or two of this. I’ve been having a glass these last few winter evenings and it’s delicious.
Might I suggest you treat yourself to a bottle or two of this.
Ta. Wine tips always welcome.
How you remain sane is a mystery
Best not to pull at that thread, I think.
There’s little, if any, mess and they’re pleasing to fondle.
As Dr. Freud said, sometimes an egg poacher is just an egg poacher…
[ Fondling intensifies. ]
[ Shouts to Other Half: ]
“We’re having poached eggs for lunch.”
[ Muffled objections from another room. ]
“I don’t care. We’re having poached eggs.”