But what, I hear you ask, could possibly go wrong? || “I worship myself.” || You have to rotate the ‘w’. || Today’s word is irony. (h/t, DC) || Racism detected. || Christmas lights of note. || For Kubrick enthusiasts. Parts 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. || Big cat music. || I was previously unfamiliar with this concept. || The thrill of fondling state-of-the-art sex toys. (NSFW) || Tiddler detected. || Sharks versus the internet. || Assorted slow-motion microbes. || Glassware of note. || The thrill of Geocities. || She doesn’t look the type. See also. And inevitably. || Trade of note. (h/t, Samizdata) || Challenge accepted. || Today’s other word is snugness. A debate ensues. || And finally, “I was the snowflake consultant for the movie Frozen.”

Error detected. || The thrill of asteroids. || Some rumination on fries. || Fortune favours the bold. || He was indeed a big chap. || The joys of public transport, part 4,021. || Simple party secrets. || Plenty of meat on that one. || Those poor darling rapists and paedophiles. || Please report to the correct processing space. || The progressive retail experience, parts 405, 406 and 407. || The thrill of plankton. || Pillow fight. || Woke scholarship. || “That perfect middle.” || The patriarchy trembles. (h/t, Mr Muldoon) || Just one more time. || Motoring scenes. || Motoring scenes 2. || Salvation, you say? || Encouraging sounds. || Signage of note. || Safety first. || And finally, festively, one for the Christmas list.

Romanian scenes. || The baby-repelling properties of grass. || Perfect every time. || Exactly how should we perceive you, madam? || The progressive retail experience, parts 401, 402, 403 and 404. || Classing the place up no end. || “I’ve decided to dissolve my wiener in acid.” || An educator speaks: “We have to find a way to re-regulate white people.” || The walking dead. || What cotton buds are for. || “The covert world of spy centres and secret bases.” (h/t, Things) || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || It seemed like a good idea at the time. (h/t, Damian) || One month of the Sun. || Stalker, thwarted. || A bathroom tale. || Turning back time. || And finally, enticingly, “I’m working on a children’s book…”

Still laid low by this damned bug, so this week you’ll be throwing together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. However, being heroic, I’ll set the ball rolling with a rock-stacking simulator; some near misses; an inopportune twang; someone taking things literally; the thrill of an educator’s pretty nails; and how to tell you’re in San Francisco.

Oh, and I guess this is good to know.

If at all highly-strung, maybe look away now. || He builds kalimbas. (h/t, Things) || Big cat diary. || Entirely for the benefit of pedestrians. || Today’s word is broken. || Crab treadmill. || Yes, but are they me…? || Riverside living. || Rome’s imperial poisoner. || Pondering canine head-tilting. || Upscale advent calendars. || “It should be really proud of itself for trying on these new pronouns.” || Pies of note. || Parenting of note. || Possible explanation detected. || The thrill of pumping. || The thrill of tea-bagging. || The Nor-277 tapping machine. || Rock, hard place. || It seems health “equity” requires a little contrivance. || An interesting choice of words. || And finally, wings made of water (and a little detergent).