Well, it was a big egg. || A visit to the barber. || Enliven your cleaning with the laser of shame. || Nibbles. || Embiggening of note. || Some cooking occurred. || Row brewing. || Steed and Mrs Peel visit The Town Of No Return. || Remember, this never happens. (NSFW) || Now I want patterned ice. || She handled that pretty well, I think. || Maybe, just maybe, the problem is you, madam. || The progressive retail experience, parts 455 and 456. || More joys of public transport. || Bohemian Rhapsody. || Drag moth. || Today’s word is modification. || Today’s other word is incongruity. || The great house cat migration. (h/t, Things) || Next door, honey. || Shift Happens. || From the hood. || Clarkson’s Farm, series two. || And finally, it’s always a pleasure when someone makes it look effortless.

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Yuliah Alma on a suboptimal substitute teacher:

When not conscripting middle-school children into his cross-dressing psychodrama, and presumably being thrilled by the thought of 11-year-olds seeing him in various states of undress, while discussing “kink” and sexual positions, Mr Lamere tells us, “I’m not a predator, I’m just a woman who happens to be super tall and hot.”

Mr Lamere’s employment history includes “environmental educator” and, er, pest control.

Update, via the comments:

Crabs give pedicure. || Deaf man and his cat. || Not quite what I imagined. || Calling International Rescue. || The calculator drawer. || Random Street Views. || City living scenes. || A.I. attempts to make sign-language manual. (h/t, Dicentra) || At last, music generated from text. || Smart slime and throbbing bloblets. || Bruising of the soft tissue. || You had one bloody job. || But only when it rains. || Back passage of note. (h/t, Damian) || Ancient Earth Globe. || Theirs is considerably bigger than yours. || Gently does it. || A decision was made. || Thriller, Indian version. || Chain reaction. || ChronoPhoto, a photographical history game. (h/t, Things) || Coffee can do anything. || And finally, don’t worry, it’s a weight-saving measure.

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Perhaps there’s a word for this new dance-move sensation. || Big-ass paper plane. || A brief history of topiary. (h/t, Things) || Answers on a postcard, please. || ChatGPT does physics, with partial success. || Jupiter. (h/t, Dicentra) || Volcanic eruption seen from space. || Remember, always respect the media. || The progressive retail experience, parts 453 and 454. || Is your smartwatch powered by slime mould? || Nommy nommy nom. || Historical con-women of note. || You may clench when ready. || Why, yes, there will be a test. || When you’ve been severely educated. || Drag for kiddies. || “That’s the goal.” || Glass viruses and bacteria. || Fifty-tonne crystals. || Unsolid footing. || And finally, for those unfamiliar with the world of Japanese music sirens.

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