Tidings
Snow scene, Hokkaido. Photographed by Tak. Via Tim.
As is the custom here, posting will be intermittent over the holidays and readers are advised to follow me on Twitter, which will alert you to anything new as it materialises. Thanks for another 1.5 million or so visits this year and thousands of comments, many of which prompted discussions that are much more interesting than the actual posts. Which is pretty much the idea.
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Curious newcomers and those with nothing better to do are welcome to rummage through the reheated series in search of entertainment. You may, and probably will, find things you’d missed. And this, needless to say, is an open thread.
To you and yours, a very good one.
Select the language you wish to use.
Santa Claus, I have questions.
And to you and yours, barkeep.
Have one on me. *ping*
Bless you, sir. May your visit to the supermarket not coincide with International Lack of Spatial Awareness Day.
“Just think of my little face lighting up.“
Here’s something to contribute towards that festive glow… 😉
Bless you, madam. May your regrets be small and few.
May your visit to the supermarket not coincide with International Lack of Spatial Awareness Day.
At Christmas it’s always International Lack of Spatial Awareness Day. 🙂
Merry Christmas, barkeep and regulars.
Hereabouts, you do see a lot of people who have seemingly never been in charge of a shopping trolley before.
Achievement unlocked.
It’s a compact.
I have a question. If, while poking through the archives, you start reading one of your own posts, which you’d forgotten about, and then find yourself sniggering at one of your own jokes, which you’d also forgotten about, is that a bad thing?
I’m rather counting on it being a moral grey area.
The music is lovely. Merry Christmas to everyone.
It’s used in season two of The Crown, quite effectively.
Achievement unlocked.
Meh, he has bars to keep the bike from falling off. This is how it is done in the big leagues.
Meanwhile, as it is the season, a Christmas carol.
In the spirit of ephemera, a lad has seasonal thoughts.
“Select the language you wish to use”.
FYI the rhyming slang for cash is “bangers” as in bangers and mash.
You’d be hard pressed to find a cockney in todays East End. The languages generally used are from significantly further east.
P.s. I have just sent your Christmas“bangers”.
Merry Christmas!
And as you go about your holiday bustlings, spare a thought for us here in south Florida as we await the Iguanapocalypse. I understand Publix is sold out of hard hats. Though it’s expected we will hit highs of 81/82 here later today. The scene outside our hotel room yesterday:
Also, Ping! Merry Pingmas!
Bless you, sir. Whenever the need arises, may you always be at liberty to fart.
Bless you, sir. May you never be stuck behind a driver who’s both aggravatingly slow and alarmingly unpredictable.
Rock Paper Scissors simulator.
Christmas cave.
“All ages, family friendly drag show”
Rock Paper Scissors simulator.
Play yourself 1.
Play yourself 2.
Mele Kalikimaha.
…is that a bad thing?
Think of it as practice for your dotage. My mother gets to meet her children for the first time every day.
is that a bad thing?
You can wash away the moral greyness by dispensing a round of free drinks.
[ Hopes nobody has noticed that I laugh when re-reading David’s old posts. ]
…is that a bad thing?
Consider it practice for your dotage.
I greatly enjoy looking at old photos like that. I think it was here that many years ago you linked to a page about some old photos found at a rummage sale or such of a family that owned a liquor store and had traveled in Europe.
I have many old photos from the early 1900’s and into the 1940’s or so where I know I’m somehow related to some of the people but don’t know who exactly they are. There’s one of a costume party my mother attended when she was single where the men dressed as women, nurses and such, and the women dressed as men, mostly soldiers and cops. Quite amusing how much fun they were having. You know, because it was fun…it wasn’t really weird…yet.
Heh. I just got that. Maybe I’ll get it again later.
@WTP: ‘..spare a thought for us here in south Florida as we await the Iguanapocalypse.’
Oooh, iguana tail is delicious!
Heh. I just got that. Maybe I’ll get it again later.
Me too. I posted it twice already.
spare a thought for us here in south Florida as we await the Iguanapocalypse.
WTP, aren’t those things an invasive species? Wouldn’t *now* be a great time for local authorities to declare a bounty and get people out to gather up the critters as they can’t run away or fight?
Christmas cave.
Proving again how much kids adore playing with boxes. I remember getting a printed, cardboard playhouse one Christmas when I was 5 and I spent hours inside.
And there was nothing quite like the thrill of a neighbor getting a new refrigerator and letting us kids have the box! It was a fort! A rocketship! and when we had almost destroyed it playing, it’s last incarnation was a “ride”, where we took the battered tube up a hill, climbed in and rolled to the bottom.
Good times.
More like this, please.
John Cleese becomes what he once mocked.
Migrant says “Merry Christmas” to all of us.
By “most people” they mean “most people at that organization”.
Can Cambridge and Oxford be saved?
Imagine that! The Japanese even have vending machines that sell phone calls! What will they think of next?
Can Cambridge and Oxford be saved?
Should the staff be made to parade naked through the streets of every town in Britain while the crowds chant, ‘Shame!’ and throw lumps of excrement at them?
What will they think of next?
Mr. President, we must not allow a vending-machine gap!
Some seasonal classics.
Nuttin’ for Christmas
Good King Eccleslas
Merry Christmas, Doctor
Things That Didn’t Happen On Christmas, Part MCXXVII.
Yes, but at this point I doubt even a serious attempt to eradicate them would be successful. I don’t know what actual damage they do in the populated areas they inhabit except to give the (mostly female) tourists a bit of a scare…and my nephew…but I’d rather not get into that.
On our drive in from the interstate we passed a very new model professional looking pickup truck with a fancy “Iguana Removal Service” logo on the side. Wife and I were speculating that they probably breed and release the ones they capture. Good business.
I wish I was in Tiajuana
Eating barbequed iguana
This doesn’t surprise me. And as much as I liked him 20, 30, 40 years ago if you told me back then that this is where he would be in the future I would not have been very surprised. I always suspected that damn near every entertainer, music, comedy, drama, etc. was leftist scum underneath. I just felt social pressure to not acknowledge it openly. Granted there were times when I thought I was wrong, but it seems I was right…or something…
Actually, as I’ve been thinking about this a good bit lately, most conservatives…”conservatives” IMNSHO, deep down underneath, are leftist scum who simply had their bread buttered on the other side. Scratch most conservatives in the military or space biz or defense contractor business and you will find a shitton of people who buy into Keynesian BS dressed up as free market capitalism. And I say this as a more classical liberal who has grown to despise libertarians.
I hope Rowan Atkinson doesn’t let me down.
Things That Didn’t Happen On Christmas,
If they are wandering around their house naked and DO NOT USE towels or other coverings on the couch, dining chairs, etc … I wouldn’t come into their home even if they agreed to be fully clothed when I visited.
Ewww.
May your visit to the supermarket not coincide with International Lack of Spatial Awareness Day.
Just sent husband to supermarket for last-minute bits. Pray for him.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Also ping!
If he passes the trial of finding a parking space while remaining composed, and can then outmanoeuvre Those To Whom Shopping Trollies Should Never Be Entrusted, I suppose there’s a slim chance of survival.
Bless you, madam. May you never mistakenly buy a bag of chili and champagne flavoured crisps. Trust me, they’re disgusting.
If he passes the trial of finding a parking space while remaining composed, and can then outmanoeuvre Those To Whom Shopping Trollies Should Never Be Entrusted, I suppose there’s a slim chance of survival.
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