Anyone’s For A Farthing
Consider this an open thread, but with a catch. Due to my infinite cunning.
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For newcomers wishing to know more about what’s been going on here for the last fourteen years, in over 3,000 posts and over 100,000 comments, the reheated series is a pretty good place to start – in particular, the end-of-year-summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate. If you like what you find there… well, there’s lots more of that.
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Now share ye links and bicker. 
Damn your infinite cunning. 🙂
Tip jar hit.
“The Year Reheated” is one of your best features. It’s a Swiftian version of Dave Barry.
Ping!
“The Year Reheated” is one of your best features.
Well, they’re a bit of a faff to compile and so I tend to put off doing them until the last minute. But if you throw lots of leftist psychology in a big pile, you start to see its patterns. The vanities and dishonesties become harder to miss.
Tip jar hit.
Ping!
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May your earbuds always be charged and positioned securely.
you start to see its patterns
Lady Cutekitten reads an awful lot of “Scary Mommy”?
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
i don’t wear earbuds, but ping! anyways…
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
i don’t wear earbuds, but ping! anyways…
Bless you, sirs. May you know the thrill of gritty styling clay, which bestows “chunky separation.”
Re earbuds, they’re a mixed blessing. They’re fairly comfortable, less obtrusive than wired headphones, and you can wander about without keeping your phone or whatever near you. But the audio quality, while generally acceptable, isn’t as good as that of high-end cabled headphones, and the latency is still an issue. Not so much with music or podcasts, etc., but when playing games, a small lag is noticeable. You can fiddle with your phone’s settings to minimise it, but still.
Long time reader, first time commenter(?), commentator(?)Neither of those seem right. Anyhoo, Ping!
Anyhoo, Ping!
Bless you, madam. Should a neighbour pass by while you’re taking delivery of an Amazon package, and should said neighbour cheerily enquire as to the treats inside the box, may you never be obliged to explain that the item in question is a rather stylish nose-hair trimmer, complete with tiny built-in torch.
May you know the thrill of gritty styling clay…
So – Vaseline, the stuff used in anti-diarrhea medications, industrial chemicals to keep it from turning into a totally greasy clump, beeswax (because “organic”, I guess), powdered rock, and something so to hide the stench.
Right, and to think people made fun of Jeri-Curl.
Oh, at it again.
and to think people made fun of Jeri-Curl.
Yes, but chunky separation. You can’t put a price on that. Well, actually, you can. About a fiver.
Kerching (and thank you).
A sort of blog concentrate.
Ah. So ensure a proper mixture before serving then, I see…
*hits Amazon for purchase*
Kerching (and thank you).
*hits Amazon for purchase*
Bless you, sirs. May your rich butter muffins be perfectly grilled and topped, generously, with brie.
About a fiver.
For 100 grams ? $0.50/100grams, a little Vaseline, a little Cool Whip (I figure you can substitute Polysorbate-80, melt a candle, some random gravel, your favorite aftershave, and Bob’s you father’s brother, maybe a fiver for a few pounds (weight, not imperial dollars) of the stuff.
“David’s Genuine Olde English Styling Gel”, sold where ever the finest nondescript bar food is sold.
butter muffins
Band name.
Also ping.
Also ping.
Bless you, sir. Should you find yourself obliged to watch a Star Trek film, may it be The Undiscovered Country, and not Star Trek Beyond.
If we don’t eat animals, there will be no animals, I guess.
D-List musicians, is there anything they don’t know ?
Tariq, at it again.
in particular, the end-of-year-summaries, which convey the fullest flavour of what it is we do. A sort of blog concentrate.
That. Thanks, barkeep. Tip jar tickled.
the finest nondescript bar food is sold
Oh, I think there are rather a lot of descriptive terms for the bar “food”.
A fiver for your troubles, barkeep. Just keep the pickled “eggs” on the far side of the bar, there’s a good lad.
Thanks, barkeep. Tip jar tickled.
A fiver for your troubles, barkeep.
Bless you, sirs. May you rediscover the pleasures of a good piccalilli.
/Inserts coin into the bless-o-matic. Listens in rapture…
[ Hangs sign above bar: “Free moisturiser!” ]
Some of you, it has to be said, are getting on in years, and there’s only so much I can do with lighting.
I’ll just leave it here, next to the dips.
/Inserts coin into the bless-o-matic. Listens in rapture…
Heh. Bless you, sir. May all of your disasters be retrospectively amusing.
If we don’t eat animals, there will be no animals, I guess.
D-List musicians, is there anything they don’t know ?
I’d forgotten about Moby until I saw that link. Maybe his public pronouncements are a desperate attempt to avoid slipping from D-List to E-List. Remember when a species of internet troll was named after him?
Lord of Light, by Roger Zelazny
“Listens in rapture…”
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody’s fly
Dj spinnin’ I said, “My My”
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
François c’est pas, Flash ain’t no dude…
Attn David? the four horsemen of the British kitchen
[takes first sip of coffee of the morning, opens computer] What have we here, a button?
Ping
Right, I’m heading out for an hour or so. Try not to feel neglected. Muffle your weeping.
What have we here, a button?
Bless you, madam. May you find a bag of wigs, if only to ponder how such a thing came to be abandoned near your neighbour’s rubbish bin.
I’ll just leave it here, next to the dips.
Dips ?!! You monster.
The preferred nomenclature is “less mentally able”
I pinged before it was cool.
[ fondles waxed mustache and adjusts problem glasses ]
A man inserted a coin into the mouth of a steel tiger…
Hail to Thee Shoes, wearers of feet.
Good, kind, noble and blessed Shoes.
Which came to us from Chaos,
To lighten our hearts and uplift our soles.
O Shoes, which have supported mankind since the dawn of civilization,
Ultimate cavities, surrounders of feet,
Hail, Wondrous, battered Buskins!
We adore Thee.
We worship Thee in the fulness of thy Shoeness!
O Archetypal footgear!
Supreme notion of Shoes.
What would we do without Thee?
Stub our toes, scratch our heels, have our arches go flat.
Protect us, Thy worshippers, good and blessed Footgear!
-Creatures of Light and Darkness, by Roger Zelazny
Future historians will pinpoint the collapse of Western Society to its collective disappointment over the slow collapse of Game Of Thrones.
Change my mind.
Game of what? 😉
bag of wigs
Band name. *kerching*
its collective disappointment over the slow collapse of Game Of Thrones.
I’m reminded of this, from an anonymous commenter at the Ace of Spades blog:
We inherited very little in the way of truly concerning things, historically speaking, and therefore seem hell-bent on creating ones out of thin air, until it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Tip jar hit.
*kerching*
Tip jar hit.
Bless you, madam, and bless you, sir. May your playlists impress your children.
May your playlists impress your children.
My playlists offend every close relative.
*a modest ping*
Many thanks for the entertainment and education
Between this, from yesterday
a man doesn’t complain for complaining’s sake about a problem he can’t fix, because stoic, uncomplaining endurance of the unavoidable is how he validates his own opinion of himself and how he avoids revealing weakness to possible competitors: “I’m a tough bastard for putting up with this.”
and, from above,
“I don’t think people should have strident opinions about trivialities. Children have strident opinions about trivialities.
Men don’t. Men are supposed to be wise enough to know which things are trifling, and which things deserve their concern, and express themselves accordingly.”
I think there is more insight and common sense than in many university courses.
*a modest ping*
Bless you, sir. May you never drip cashew butter oil on your second-favourite shirt, thereby downgrading it to a shirt of no importance.