We had to become right wing to stop the right wing.

My campaign to visit all the world's fusion experiments continues.

The Endochronic Properties of Resublimated Thiotimoline, Isaac Asimov

Watching the Schäfflertanz.

Not watching this unless it goes goes full Running Man.

Go on lads, rooting for you.

Morning

Just a boy, standing in front of his fridge in the middle of the night, pleading with it to please open its door.

Love a good roof.

Reading the legend of the Ulm Sparrow and people really do like to boast about how daft they were on the past don't they?

This is a blind and narrow view of patriotism leads you: thinking it's more important to protect the troops than to protect the constitution and rule of law.

Hey, Elon, heard of Cybersyn?

A couple of little misericord guys.

Lily Allen, Not Fair (2008)

Just unsure exactly which of Musk's businesses has become wildly more successful at selling goods or services in 2025...?

I feel that this is because a lot of people are there to either broadcast, and/or interact with a small group of people they already know, and Twitter provides the tool they already use to do this.

Still annoyed that wood pigeons and wigeons are different birds.

My wife once used an outhouse in Australia with a frog in it. When she casually mentioned this to the hosts, they replied, "Yes, always check for the frog. If the frog's gone, it means there's a snake."

My name is Oxymandias, King of Kings: I hope this engraving finds you well

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Okay, might as well get this started. It's January 1, which means, as I'm sure you all know, that there's a whole new bunch of characters who have entered the public domain. This time around, it's characters created in 1930. The following is a list of pulp & pulpy characters now in the p.d. 1/

Finally putting people who know about time management in charge.

Setting up a blacksmithy, just to anneal something

New place to visit on the list:

Well, guten Rutsch.

In a surprise late entry it turns out that Die Hard is also a Shakespeare adaptation.

some old sweets (kashi) i found in Japan from a cement manufacturer, assumedly before the transliteration of "cement" was standardised

Ah yes, a naked child Christ riding a goat and drinking a beer, the true Christmas spirit.

Can't help thinking that mixing pins and space suits isn't a good idea but then I'm not a rocket scientist.

"Hey, anyone want any t̶o̶a̶s̶t̶ stapling?"

Exactly what event is the "release of the internet" here?

Delighted to see the Christmas buttplugs back in at the art shop.

Wife got me a nice picture for Christmas and despite being packaged like this it arrived bent and with footprints on it.

I'm being dispatched across 19th century Asia to forge alliances with disparate Khanates on behalf of the East India Company, and probably also to get horribly murdered.

I sat three rows behind Steven Hawking at a physics lecture once.

I've twice been stopped in a car park and asked for help "because you look like the kind of person who had jump leads in the car" and yes, I do, but

Just watched Polar Express and I have some significant questions about the theology here and who in particular is supposed to be Satan.

"Kangaroo" is a rare recursive animal name because it means "These idiots don't know what a kangaroo is".

Currently reading Peter Hopkirk's The Great Game and frequent mention is made of Peter the Great's alleged deathbed demand that Russia must conquer the world and whether his successors were actually trying to do it.

Yes, yes, my bookshelf isn't sorted.

O Rose thou art sick. The Tiny Tim, Who DID NOT DIE Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

I see articles like this and my main thought is "well then impeach the fucker, because anything else is special pleading while your country clearly tolerates him".

A guitarist friend (RIP) was always knocked into orbit by that guitar solo.

"Tiny Tim, not sane, stood by himself against death, holding darkness within; he had stood for eighty years and might stand eighty more."

I highly recommend just going away skiing for Christmas, which not only avoids any arguments about which in-laws you see, it also avoids realising your oven is too small.

"When you were partying, I studied rosacea. When you were having premarital sex, I learned how to fly. While you wasted your days at the gym, I cultivated inner strength. And now that the world is on fire and the barbarians are at the gate you have the audacity to come to me for help."

Pascal hearing the Christmas story and thinking, "Well, what are the chances of that?"

"Fozziwigs, Sir. Thousands of 'em!"

You know who else puts people on lists, and checks them twice?