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February 08, 2019

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H

Thanks for all the 'adventures at the arse-end of academia'... :-)

Tip jar hit.

JML

My favourite blog. Pinged. Again.

David

Tip jar hit

Pinged.

Bless you both. May you never know the horror of spilling turmeric on white trousers.

David

Encouraging scenes.

Via Ace.

Clam

Bunged a few quid in the tip jar. Thanks for the laughs and being a good host. (Still catching up on the 'reheated' posts...)

David

Bunged a few quid in the tip jar.

Bless you, sir. May your signal strength never falter in rural environs.

Em

Happy blog birthday. *kerching*

David

*kerching*

Bless you, madam. May your thread counts be high and your fabric softener effective.

Y. Knott

*Ker-CHING!*

I think what I like best about your blog (as well as the insanity - I'm very insane myself, not proud of it but you go with your strengths) is that it's nowhere near as useless as I was when I was twelve......

David

*Ker-CHING!*

Bless you, sir. May the yolks of your poached eggs be soft and yielding, and the whites firm, never runny.

David

it’s nowhere near as useless as I was when I was twelve

Twelve bloody years, though. That’s a childhood, more or less.

Y. Knott

- Don't think they'd invented eggs yet when I was twelve, much less poached -

Joan

Pinged.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

There's a little birthday present in the tip jar.

Twelve more years!

David

Pinged.

Twelve more years!

Bless you both. May your struggles with freshly-laundered duvet covers be brief and unequivocal.

Joan

May your struggles with freshly-laundered duvet covers be brief and unequivocal.

It's what a husband is for. :-)

David

It’s what a husband is for. :-)

Bulldog clips also work.

David

“By the middle of the year, robocalls are expected to make up half of all calls that occur in the U.S.”

Milly

Great blog, David.

*Ping*

David

*Ping*

Bless you, madam. May you discover that haggis tastes better than it sounds.

Jacob

Pinged. Keep up the bloody-minded obstinacy.

David

Keep up the bloody-minded obstinacy.

I was hoping for the heroism thing, but I’ll go with bloody-mindedness. And bless you, sir. May your Other Half forget your birthday just once, resulting in extra leverage when subsequently negotiating a suitable present.

Darleen

[checks bank balance ... finds it ok to hit the PayPal button]

*Ping*

Happy 12th - this blog is now old enough to attend middle school. ;)

pst314

Incoming!
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/321168/

dicentra

Insta-insta lanch-lanch-lanch.

pst314

Alert! Alert! Alert!
https://youtu.be/DqNac7Fz1Uc?t=55

Pogonip

Has anyone tried pinged eggs?

I am disgruntled. I have the flu even though I got a flu shot.

I want a refund.

Pogonip

David, what did the leveraged present turn out to be? A slightly-used flamethrower?

David

Insta-insta lanch-lanch-lanch.

[ Returns from family dinner, sees urgent need for extra chairs. ]

David

Happy 12th - this blog is now old enough to attend middle school. ;)

Bless you, madam. May the cardboard tube inside your toilet roll never come unravelled, resulting in a delivery system that’s structurally unsound.

Sam

12 pound for 12 years, kind host. May your garden weeds be plucked as easily as saints ascending upon The Rapture.

David

Bless you, sir. May you never misplace the corkscrew.

[ Sounds of rummaging in kitchen drawer. ]

David

Thanks to all who’ve chipped in so far (including those much too shy to say hello), or who’ve subscribed, or done shopping via the Amazon links. It’s much appreciated and is what keeps this place here.

Gene

Another drop in your bucket.

David

Chocolate Kong.

David

Another drop in your bucket.

Bless you, sir. May you always remember to waterproof new boots.

Elephants Gerald

생일 축하합니다

And I object to being referred to as "Bull Dog Clips"

Congrats on the blog's 12th Aniv.

Mags

May the cardboard tube inside your toilet roll never come unravelled, resulting in a delivery system that’s structurally unsound.

Nightmare. Were you alright?

David

Were you alright?

Heh. It was an alarming turn of events, as you can imagine, but I was very brave.

Pogonip

What was the leveraged present? If he gives you a flamethrower when he’s NOT in trouble...

Fay

Ka-chinged, on condition that I get the poached egg blessing. I LOVE poached eggs with soft yolks.

Else I'm un-ka-chinging.

Pogonip

I have the flu & I keep waking up coughing.

Entertain me in my last hours, please.

David

Ka-chinged, on condition that I get the poached egg blessing.

Consider the poached egg blessing yours, madam. I’m now going to have to think of a replacement for Mr Knott. As you can imagine, after doing so many of these – I think we’re well into three figures now – devising new ones is not the easiest task.

Speaking of poached eggs, I recommend these babies here. There’s little, if any, mess and they’re pleasing to fondle.

Dan

and much pondering of the thought processes of empowered feminists.

Some good old fashioned fisking. :-)

David

Some good old fashioned fisking. :-)

Thanks. To be fair, spotting the evasions and absurdities in feminist posturing isn’t exactly difficult. You pretty much trip over them every few seconds. The bigger puzzle is how these people could come to have sizeable followings among the supposedly educated and clever. Between them, the two ladies have close to 200,000 Twitter followers, and Laurie’s media career has been noted previously. But if you think of their appeal in terms of psychology, rather than soundness of argument, or anything approaching soundness of argument, it starts to make a kind of sense.

Jonathan

What an achievement! Thanks for wading through miles of the deranged outpourings of the left for all of us. How you remain sane is a mystery

Might I suggest you treat yourself to a bottle or two of this. I've been having a glass these last few winter evenings and it's delicious.

David

Might I suggest you treat yourself to a bottle or two of this.

Ta. Wine tips always welcome.

How you remain sane is a mystery

Best not to pull at that thread, I think.

Farnsworth M Muldoon

There’s little, if any, mess and they’re pleasing to fondle.

As Dr. Freud said, sometimes an egg poacher is just an egg poacher...

David

[ Fondling intensifies. ]

David

[ Shouts to Other Half: ]

“We’re having poached eggs for lunch.”

[ Muffled objections from another room. ]

“I don’t care. We’re having poached eggs.”

Pogonip

Stand firm, Half! No poached eggs!

Eeewww.

Farnsworth M Muldoon, filling in for Dr. Freud today

@ Pogonip, in light of the previous comment regarding the poachers, you might want to rephrase that...

Pogonip

That’s why I’ve advised Half to stand firm. No one should have to eat previously fondled poached eggs.

I’m going to take some more cough syrup and go back to bed.

Pogonip

Before I zonk out—Zhang Ziyi is 40 today!🎂

This is noteworthy because my son used to have a big crush on her.

David

Eeewww.

Poached eggs done badly - i.e., with runny, slimy whites - are indeed disgusting. Done right, however, with toast, pepper and maybe some grated cheese and a whisper of Marmite… well, them’s good eats.

David

In other news, this is a thing that exists.

pst314

"poached eggs done badly...are indeed disgusting."

Grounds for transportation.

pst314

"Entertain me in my last hours, please."

Reason 4,598 attorneys are disdained:
http://ace.mu.nu/archives/379593.php
"Lawyer With Bed Bugs Falling Out Of His Clothes Causes Courthouse Evacuation..."

Darleen

Done right, however, with toast, pepper and

Comfort food from my childhood -- perfectly poached egg on crisped corned beef hash. :::::::drool::::::::

David

[ Slides absorbent newspaper underneath Darleen. ]

Damian P.

"Should white boys be allowed to speak?" I won't spoil the answer for you:

https://thedickinsonian.com/opinion/2019/02/07/should-white-boys-still-be-allowed-to-talk/

pst314

"Should white boys be allowed to speak?"

Boys? It seems that these Progressive Thinkers work awfully hard to be viciously hateful.

No photo, so we don't know for certain if the writer is a black bigot or one of the many white leftists who promulgate hatred of white people.

The end result, though, is to persuade civilized people that leftists are a plague, a disease.

jabrwok

a thing that exists

I'll stick with _Ethel the Aardvark goes Quantity Surveying_.

Hal

[ Muffled objections from another room. ]

“I don’t care. We’re having poached eggs.”

. . . . I've noted deviled eggs being perfectly fine, but that's basically the most interest I've ever found for eggs at all. After all there are all the other varieties of commendable and edible food out there to select from . . . .

Bad News Quillan

Li Kai-Ching!
Thanks for being an oasis of sanity.

Oh, and have some poached oysters for your 12th
(watch out for pearls!)

--Bad News

Alice

Ping.

David

Li Kai-Ching!

Ping.

Bless you both. May you be puzzled by an odd, irregular percussive sound and then be pleasantly surprised to spot a woodpecker in a nearby tree.

Thanks for being an oasis of sanity.

No pressure, then.

Hal

After all there are all the other varieties of commendable and edible food out there to select from . . . .

Each year around the middle of May, by arrangement, a farmer who lives up near Brewster shoots eighteen or twenty starlings, puts them in a bag, and gets in his car and drives to New York. It is understood that they are to be delivered to our door within two hours after they were winged. Fritz dresses them and sprinkles them with salt, and, at the proper moment, brushes them with melted butter, wraps them in sage leaves, grills them, and arranges them on a platter of hot polenta, which is thick porridge of fine-ground yellow cornmeal with butter, grated cheese, and salt and pepper.

It is an expensive meal and a happy one, and Wolfe always looks forward to it, but that day he put on an exhibition. When the platter was brought in, steaming, and placed before him, he sniffed, ducked his head and sniffed again, and straightened to look up at Fritz.

"The sage?"

"No, sir."

"What do you mean, no, sir?"

"I thought you might like it once in a style I have suggested, with saffron and tarragon. Much fresh tarragon, with just a touch of saffron, which is the way - "

"Remove it!"

Fritz went rigid and his lips tightened.

"You did not consult me," Wolfe said coldly. "To find that without warning one of my favorite dishes has been radically altered is an unpleasant shock. It may possibly be edible, but I am in no humor to risk it. Please dispose of it and bring me four coddled eggs and a piece of toast."

Fritz, knowing Wolfe as well as I did, aware that this was a stroke of discipline that hurt Wolfe more than it did him and that it would be useless to try to parley, reached for the platter, but I put in, "I'll take some if you don't mind. If the smell won't keep you from enjoying your eggs?"

---Rex Stout, The Golden Spiders

Hal

https://thedickinsonian.com/opinion/2019/02/07/should-white-boys-still-be-allowed-to-talk/

Siiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . .

Just the opening paragraph, alone:

When you ask a question at a lecture, is it secretly just your opinion ending with the phrase “do you agree?” If so, your name is something like Jake, or Chad, or Alex, and you were taught that your voice is the most important in every room. Somewhere along your academic journey, you decided your search for intellectual validation was more important than the actual exchange of information. Now how do you expect to actually learn anything?

In short, we have a hipster with a totally accurate sense of self---i.e., being merely a hipster, as opposed to one of us adults---who notes being in the presence of other hipsters who themselves have the same self awareness with inclusive utter lack of any curiosity and interest in seeing how other things are or may be, where the hipster doing the writing is pissed off because the other hipsters are also present near the hipster doing the writing . . . . .

Or at least, as I am reporting, that's what I get out of that opening paragraph . . . . .

Oy. Utter Oy.

Pogonip

Deviled eggs for the win!

What do you put in your deviled eggs? I use Miracle Whip, Plochman’s mustard (gotta be Plochman’s), a little salt, and a surprise, such as a bit of leftover meat, if we have it on hand.

David, that guy has stuck with you through thick and thin, not to mention putting up with the bar crowd here. Serving poached eggs is no way to show your appreciation.

Hal

Oy. Utter Oy.

Oh, and for any reactions by writer or the writer's intended targets or enablers for either, if someone should attempt to try to claim that one subsect of hipster should take precedence over another, Ah, No.

A hipster, thus insisting on being seen as totally correct, is a hipster.

And thus a followup thought also just came to mind;

A plague o' both your houses!.

Fay

Consider the poached egg blessing yours, madam.

Thank you sir!

I've seen those poached egg thingys but have never used them. Maybe I'll give them a go.

Hal

Deviled eggs for the win!

What do you put in your deviled eggs?

Teeth.


Or:

Oh, actually, I don't.

---I don't make deviled eggs, that is.

That would involve having to make the things, thus doing things with eggs, which I'm not inclined towards in the first place, Etc . . . . I generally just munch on some or so if they turn up at some event.

As far as food and ingredients, I am aware of the complete lack of circumstance for mushrooms to be even considered a form of food, but eggs . . . . Meh.

Eggs rather rank with jicama and eggplant as being among those things only used as a transport materiel for the actually interesting added ingredients . . . . which thus does beg the question of why not just stick to the interesting ingredients, or when a supporting matrix is needed for those ingredients, find something just as interesting?

It's been a minor ice age since I did tinkering with recipes, but once upon a time I did come up with Steak Cassiel and Brownies And Tea.

A number of years back when I was recurringly doing the engineering of lasagne, I did get definite glowing approval of my execution of garlic and meat lasagne rather than meat lasagne made merely in the vicinity of some garlic.

And there was the event I attended where I again got definite metaphoric handsprings regarding my large bowlful of nothing more than, as I recall, boiled spaghetti, a jar of olives, and some emphatic pouring of lemon juice.---The event was a quite Orthodox Sukkot potluck, so I needed to select ingredients Just So.

Eggs? . . . . . . Meh.

Do have at, if inclined . . . . but, Meh.

Steve E

I use Miracle Whip

[ Spits. Throws salt over shoulder. Makes sign of the cross. ]

Lancastrian Oik

Eggs rather rank with jicama and eggplant as being among those things only used as a transport materiel for the actually interesting added ingredients . . . . which thus does beg the question of why not just stick to the interesting ingredients, or when a supporting matrix is needed for those ingredients, find something just as interesting?

It's been a minor ice age since I did tinkering with recipes, but once upon a time I did come up with Steak Cassiel and Brownies And Tea.

OK.

*decides to mooch around outside smoking in the hope that the taxi won't be long coming*

Pogonip

We see that Steve’s mom, or perhaps Mrs. Steve’s mom, was a mayo mom. The U.S. Gov’t did a study once and found that whether a woman’s mother used Miracle Whip or mayo, the daughter was very likely to carry on in the same tradition.

MY mom, a woman of exceeding class and good taste, was a Miracle Whip mom.

My mom was also somewhat colorblind, unusual in the female. She could distinguish basic colors but not the variety of shades within a color, or which color went with which. My brother caught the full red/green colorblindness syndrome. Ironically, I am one of those females that can discern many gradations of hue. I am pleased to report I did not pass colorblindness on to the Pogoniplet.

Steve E

Neither Steve's mom nor Mrs. Steve's mom were mayo moms. Both were, in fact, Miracle Whip moms which is why Steve and Mrs. Steve are mayo people. Miracle Whip is made from fermented polystyrene and brings an unnatural flavour to whatever it's used in. But to each his own.

Mrs. Steve's Dad is colour blind though he denies it emphatically. He will eat whatever is put in front on him as long as he doesn't have to make it himself.

Darleen

On deviled eggs in our house it is not just mayo, but Best Foods Mayo (aka Hellmann's east of the Rockies).

Some dry mustard, touch of onion powder, salt and white pepper.

The only argument is whether or not part of the batch will have sweet pickle relish as an additional ingredient.

Darleen

Short, but inspired, accompaniment.

Pogonip

😄

Zionist Overlord #73

Ok, there have been at least a dozen comments about eggs, so I think it's about time to post this link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECtG_h2ppoQ

(Remy's Eggs Over Easy).

David

I’ve seen those poached egg thingys but have never used them. Maybe I’ll give them a go.

They’re much easier to clean than most of the alternatives.

Also, fondling.

David

I may update the blogroll over the next few days. If anyone has additions to suggest – including items that aren’t strictly speaking blogs (YouTube channels, podcasts, etc) - by all means do.

David

I don’t think those are sleeves.

Via Dicentra.

Farnsworth M Muldoon

Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.

Farnsworth M Muldoon

Well, OK, if you say so.

Jonathan

"Feds Spend $228,636 to Find Out Why Obese Lesbians Binge Eat"

Guess what? It's due to Bad Thoughts ™:

The researchers claim society can "influence young women's eating in everyday life" and hypothesize that racism and homophobia are having an impact on minority lesbians who binge eat.

They're getting chonky, and it's your fault.

Jonathan

Forgot to: h/t Jim Goad

Farnsworth M Muldoon

They're getting chonky, and it's your fault.

There was a largely dispelled theory that the mighty Brontosaurus lived in water to support its weight, perhaps it wasn't really wrong.

David

Being a gentleman, I won’t ask why Mr Muldoon is browsing overweight lesbian dating apps.

Jonathan

... perhaps it wasn't really wrong.

Spoiler that thing would you? I've just finished my lunch.

Farnsworth M Muldoon

Being a gentleman, I won’t ask...

Being a gentleman I felt I should spare you from having to do all the heavy lifting finding the sort of things which grace these pages. As an added bonus, I felt you probably needed a respite from all the fondling.

Besides, the site was "ManyManateesInTheSea.net".

Jen

Happy (belated) blog birthday.

Pinged!

Darleen

Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.

Huuuuge.

David

Pinged!

Bless you, madam. During sales, may desirable shoes always be available in your size.

David

Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.

Heh. I don’t know if it’s art, but I do like it.

Darleen

I'm so glad that actual crime is so low in England that the police can arrest and jail someone over tweets.

I should be so lucky, my office just gets to deal with stuff like this.

Ronan

BRAVO BRAVO EXCELLENT BLOG !!!!!

WTP

That Italy thing. I can’t figure if it is pro-, anti-, or (unicorn here) indifferent-Trump. I’m seeing that being used in different contexts.

Farnsworth M Muldoon

In Italy, probably pro- given their Interior Minister and problems with illegal immigrants. The sword says "Your Duties", whether that is just something left over from the Romans I'll leave to a classical scholar, but if it was anti- I'd expect it to say something on the lines of "Sword of Yankee Imperialism".

Meanwhile, I hope to hell this is just someone trolling.

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