Rashly, He Appealed To Their Better Nature (2)
Or, In Which Your Host Learns Whether What He Does Is Of Value.
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Or, In Which Your Host Learns Whether What He Does Is Of Value.
It is, David. Tip jar hit.
It is, David. Tip jar hit.
Bless you, madam. May your enemies be doomed to watch Travis Fort’s 2012: Ice Age, unironically, on an endless loop.
Ping!
Ping!
Bless you, sir. When faced with snow, may it appear silently overnight and, in the morning, look pristine and wondrous, only to vanish as soon as you need to go anywhere, without the whole protracted grey-ice-and-slush phase.
You pathetic donation whore.
Is it lucrative?
Is it lucrative?
Well, I’m still here. With a bejewelled tip jar.
Your host. Hard at work.
“Ah, I see you have the machine that goes “PING!”
Fortunately mine host, so do I. All the best!
I was only asking for a friend/science.
[ Returns from shopping expedition, covered in snow. ]
Fortunately mine host, so do I. All the best!
Bless you, sir. May your supply of quality gin always be matched by a commensurate supply of quality tonic. Not that ghastly Slimline crap that someone, who will remain nameless, picked up by mistake.
“Not that ghastly Slimline crap that someone, who will remain nameless, picked up by mistake.”
Vodka.
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
Pinged.
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
Pinged.
Bless you, sir, and madam. On a damp and gusty winter’s morning, may your spirits be lifted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sounds of someone cooking you a full English breakfast.
No ads.
*throws cash in tip jar*
No ads.
*throws cash in tip jar*
Bless you, sir. May your butter dish be free of toast crumbs.
FWIW, I bought yesterday a stack of 100 blank DVDs (Memorex brand) through your Amazon link. Small change, but all I can afford now.
FWIW, I bought yesterday a stack of 100 blank DVDs (Memorex brand) through your Amazon link.
Bless you. It’s what keeps this place here. Over the Christmas holidays, may you never find yourself entertaining the possibility of chocolates for breakfast.
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Just returned from a week in Mexico, with very limited connectivity. There wasn’t much I missed after disconnecting, but I’ll admit it’s nice to see the usual suspects now that I’m back.
(FWIW: there’s nothing like a week spent watching frigate birds wheeling overhead to make one jump-start one’s retirement planning. Not sure how many more Minnesota winters I’ve got in me.)
but I’ll admit it’s nice to see the usual suspects now that I’m back.
[ Slides pint of Night Nurse along bar. ]
or for Amazon US via this link
Shopped!
Ping!
Shopped!
Ping!
Bless you, ladies. Should you be tormented by the snoring of a significant other, may you discover the joys of wax earplugs, which form a snug seal and don’t end up in the small of your back* like those vastly inferior foam things.
*Other locations come to mind.
Thanks to all who’ve chipped in so far, including all those much too shy to say hello, or who’ve done shopping via the Amazon links. It’s what keeps this place here and is much appreciated.
Pinged. I noticed one of the newer hench lesbians was a couple tattoos shy. Load ‘er up!
Pinged.
Bless you, sir. May your enemies know the sorrow of accidentally giving the delivery guy from the local takeaway a much bigger tip than intended. Resulting in emphatically appreciative noises, and thereby making a belated correction of the error socially impossible.
*kerching*
*kerching*
Bless you, madam. May Amazon delivery bods never have trouble finding your address, such that you end up roaming the neighbourhood in heavy rain, peering up driveways and muttering like a mad person at the Amazon app.
And in overseas news…
Enrichment in Paris.
So vibrant and diverse.
Well, I’m still here. With a bejewelled tip jar.
You got the idea here, didn’t you?
You got the idea here, didn’t you?
2011 seems so long ago. I’d forgotten about the all-powerful vajazzling conglomerates.
Unfortunately, Anna’s “baldazzling” link in the comments leads to a now-private blog.
So vibrant and diverse.
Gotta give props to the French. Those are some awesome looking fireman outfits. Not very well designed for running away, however. Frogs never seem to learn that form follows function.
Have finally paid off my bar tab. Keep up the good work.
Have finally paid off my bar tab. Keep up the good work.
Bless you, sir. May your bin men be timely and obliging.
Pinged.
Some quids for your tip jat, sir.
*jar*
Pinged.
Some quids for your tip jar, sir.
Bless you, sirs. Should you visit a neighbour and be offered a cup of coffee, may you be spared the discovery that said brew is not only decaffeinated but enlivened with soy milk, resulting in a small but unplanned test of your politeness.
“Republican mega-donor buys stake in Twitter and seeks to oust Jack Dorsey… Billionaire Paul Singer’s Elliott Management has taken a ‘sizable stake’ and intends to ‘push for changes’, reports Bloomberg News… News of the Elliott stake saw Twitter’s share price rise on Friday”
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2020/feb/29/paul-singer-elliott-management-twitter-jack-dorsey
Further to recent rumblings, I’ve decided not to suffer any more of Star Trek: Picard. It’s now pretty clear that the writing isn’t going to get any better and may actually get worse. The plotting is terrible; it has no tension or suspense; it’s tonally disjointed, badly edited, and littered with inexplicable decisions that make immersion in the story, such as it is, all but impossible. It doesn’t earn any drama and doesn’t hold the attention.
The mocking recaps, by Critical Drinker, Script Doctor, RLM, etc., are much more rewarding and will do just fine.
New umbrage detected.
It’s now pretty clear that the writing isn’t going to get any better and may actually get worse.
Zombie Star trek.
Zombie Star Trek.
Yes, quite. Six episodes is enough. All that’s been promised so far is more disappointment.
“I don’t want to be a stereotype.”
Via Julia.
Re umbrage, from the responses…
Zombie Star Trek.
Again, the writers can’t seem to decide, or remember, what exactly Soji is. Having first been told that she’s an android, and then subsequently told that she’s not an android as such, but a biological human with a “positronic brain,” we’re apparently supposed to accept that a small human woman, with human physiology, can punch through floors and tear metal bulkheads. This is the standard typical of the show, with things occurring because the plot says so – or because the writers can’t quite remember what had been established in the previous episode, or even minutes earlier.
In episode six, Raffi is arbitrarily cunning or too stoned to stand, depending on what’s convenient for any given scene, or even shots within the same scene. Soji and Narek-the-emo-Romulan continue their unconvincing romance-cum-ham-fisted-exposition-dump. Picard and Soji finally meet – she falls through the ceiling right in front of him, because that saves so much time. And Elnor, our elf-boy-warrior, predictably – and in ways never explained – appears on the Borg cube at a very convenient moment and then stays behind on the cube, needlessly, rather than escaping easily with Soji and Picard. Again, because the plot says so.
The producers of Picard obviously want their show to be seen as a prestige drama, a darker, grittier Star Trek for grown-ups. But it’s drained of joy and suspense, and so clumsy and inept that it’s practically insulting.
New umbrage detected.
I wonder what their feelz are that my Christmas baking includes angel and Santa cookies.
“I want to assure everyone that we have a watchful eye on some of our most prolific offenders, some of whom have been arrested several times since the beginning of the year.”
https://www.ny1.com/nyc/all-boroughs/news/2020/02/25/mta-subway-crime-numbers-show-rise-in-robberies
Mr. Coogan sounds like he’s running a daycare.
And “since the beginning of the year” ? Wtf?
It’s only March 1, FFS.