Tidings
A fox’s first snow, photographed by Tak:
As is the custom here, posting will be intermittent over the holidays and readers are advised to follow me on X / Twitter, or subscribe to the blog feed at the very bottom of the page, either of which will alert you to anything new as and when 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. Share ye links and bicker.
To you and yours, a very good one.
Note that David did not caution us to play nicely, use coasters. A significant omission?
Not feeling any urge to bicker. Sorry.
Well share links, then!
*Ostentatiously refrains from using coaster.*
A couple of comedy classics for the season.
Merry Christmas, Doctor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYkN3M31jWM
Good King Eccleslas https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUZZQuskOnM
Merry Christmas, barkeep and regulars.
*ping*
Christmas themed, of a sort:
https://youtu.be/4KH3Qou2omY?feature=shared
Bless you, sir. May you not, while still half-asleep, accidentally delete your list of prepared blessings, resulting in much muttering and last-minute improvisation.
Encouragement expressed. 🙂
Merry Christmas, barkeep and regulars.
Merry Xmas to our esteemed host!
Bless you, sir. May you not find yourself in a lengthy debate about exactly when water can be said to have started boiling. Especially when you’re waiting to have eggs for lunch.
When you see bubbles.
Ah, but… are we talking about the very first sighting of bubbles, or the point at which there is bubbling of sufficient vigour to rock the eggs about in the pan? That’s a good 30-seconds difference, maybe more.
And if you’re hoping for a four-minute egg but the start of boiling – from which to set the timer for four minutes – is a bit fuzzy and hard to pin down precisely… well, you can see the problem. Utter chaos.
BOILING EGGS IS HARD.
I think we may need Karl’s input on this whole egg-boiling problem.
A shocking discovery.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours, and to all the commenters here too!
Merry Christmas to our gracious host and the rest of the heathen riff raff.
Relevant
[ Digs out hefty textbook on thermodynamics, looks for chapter on boiling eggs. ]
Eggs boil rapidissimo in a microwave. Remember to set to HGH.
You savage.
Left something in your stocking. Merry Christmas everyone.
Bless you, sir. May your domestic chores not be complicated to a farcical degree by a tangled and weirdly inflexible steam-iron power cord.
Answer only works for spherical eggs in a vacuum. Damned physicists.
I got nuttin.
It’s a pity his investors did not require him to test fly his own folly.
For some people, nothing is real without academic studies.
Don’t do this at home, kids.
Some not quite classics.
Christmassy
Deck Us All
Sugar Rum Cherry
As it’s the season of mistletoe and such, I thought I’d share this:
What?
At least not with your mother’s La Creuset.
Perseverance.
“The American Society of Magical Negroes”, a comedy.
https://youtu.be/gizIbhk5Eu4?si=MR2e4JP4y1PeXSuR
The trailer and its conceits were discussed here.
Well, I say discussed. I mean, I banged on about it for a bit.
Mark Steyn noted earlier today, “Western nations are sewers of hateful racist prejudice and white supremacy, yet they’re the only countries black and brown people want to move to.”
Nommy-nommy-nom.
I wouldn’t want to be within 500 meters of those goofs.
[ Feels momentary urge to bicker. But not about anything in particular. ]
Ah the ‘ell with that. Merry Christmas, everybody. Hope your preparations are going smoothly.
A Messy Kweznez to every one. And Kai-ching!
Hey now, whether you are a moddie, a wawa, a zaza, a pal from another birth canal, or even a crotch goblin, you can’t go wrong with the DIctionary of Gender Neutral Language!
Via Ace from here.
[…] you can’t go any further wrong than with the DIctionary of Gender Neutral Language!
FTFY
A Christmas Carol
I was surprised to see the pot go more or less straight up every time. Or did they leave out the errant tests?
As it’s Christmas I’ve stuffed a few quid in the tip jar. .
Best to all.
Bless you, sirs. Should you have a hankering for a peanut butter sandwich, may you open the cupboard to find white bread, as God Himself intended, not a rye boule.
#ModernHardships
Money and crime – the relationship that wasn’t.
Something well outside his purview are those near black lumps as dense as lead, baked in some Teutonic fire pit, and brought to market as ‘loaves’ by the likes of Helga, Dagmar and Frida after the angle grinders have done their handiwork.
To be clear, I like rye bread. Just not with peanut butter.
Speaking of peanut butter, can recommend.
[ Rummages in cupboard. ]