LONG LIVE THE MEGA-POST!
You should be able to view it again, but Masako had to shut off the comments at…
3821.
She had to delete one spam comment to get it viewable again (link).
Please, let’s hear a big round of applause for all of you who posted in the Mega-Post and kept it alive for a year and four months. Please use this comment thread to post your fondest memories of the post with the most…
the Mega-Post.
My iMac doesn’t mutter. It enunciates quite clearly when it speaks. However, it hasn’t been updated since Yosemite, as I have a fear of having to buy all new everything after an update. Let sleeping dogs lie…
My old iMac (2014) wasn’t muttering. But it was stuttering. Like a drunk Palin in ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ had got tasered then shot in the head.
So I bought a new one and gave the knackered old one to my son.
Good dad skills, clearly.
Are you looking forward to being kissed by Donald J., cousins?
Today’s ubuntu update included cheese. Am I closer to cake over ip than you?
Kissed? With Covid? I’ll pass on that.
If you’re close to achieving Cake over IP, does that mean you’ve already gotten Pudding over IP? Lucky…
First, I’d like baked salmon and garlic bread over IP. And maybe a Caesar salad. Then the cheesecake, pudding, and pumpkin pie will seem appropriate, and less likely to induce feelings of guilt.
Glorious News, far more important than Presidential Elections.
CROYDON HAS WON TWO, YES TWO
LONDON TREE AND WOODLANDS AWARDS.
Beat that Cousins and Gravesend.
I’m humbled to live in the same country as Croydon, Nxxx.
It’s a victory for all of us, I feel.
Doubly so.
Congratulations to you, Nxxx! After recent wildfires, we could use more trees and woodlands in my neck of the woods. Has Croyden have any spare green stuff to share? Looking for Douglas-fir, western redcedar, western hemlock, grand fir, silver fir, Sitka spruce, and Alaska-cedar. Also, black cottonwood and red alder would be nice, along with an occasional shrub. We can pay with ashes and dirt. Thanks for listening…
How do you feel about ‘privet’, Ace?
Privet, thats a luxury, Croydon received the awards for it’s superb cultivation of dandelions and daisies.
I am not familiar with privet. Most hedges around here are of laurel or boxwood.
How is it that hedges are artificial but hedgehogs are natural?
Donald J. stated that “After yhe 4th. November, you will no longer hear of covid.”
Is this because it is ‘Fake News’ or because we’ve all snuffed?
If I was a betting man, I’d wager heavily on the latter.
As if things have not been weird enough on this side of the pond ’til now, they’re going to be much weirder over the next few months.
Soooo . . . why is Nov 4th special? Am I missing something?
Is it because Trump is going to get bon fired on the 5th?
Mon ami.
Remember, remember! The fifth of November…
For gunpowder, treason and plot?
Isn’t nuking more likely?
I must say I’m very excited by the neck-and-turkey-neck nature of the septuagenarian stutter-fest taking place over the pond currently.
And by ‘very excited’ I clearly mean ‘appalled that these two are the best one of the most educated, wealthy and vibrant nations on the planet can muster’. But then . . . you know . . . Boris v Jezza, so . . .
The anxiety levels are a bit overwhelming at present.
I would consume mass quantities, but I don’t have mass quantities of anything worth consuming. Although, I still do have mass… But I’m not ready to resort to self-cannibalism quite yet.
While I believe that the current US president will soon pass on to greater things, I feel that in the aftermath the cleanup will divert resources from efforts that are needed much more. Pudding over IP would be nice, but inertialess faster-than-light transportation are important, as well as some kind of rheostat for adjusting local gravity.
And justice and kindness for everybody.
I hope Santa’s reading this…
Friends, we’re saved!
A vaccine!
It’s apparently amazing. 90%. Blah blah . . . hang on! Minus WHAT degrees!?
Jesus H Kelvin.
That’s colder than John’s shouldering of our loyalty in continuing to maintain social turgidity in his esteemed organ.
This other vaccine, from Kurt Vonnegut, would be much worse:
“Ice-nine is described as a polymorph of water which instead of melting at 0 °C, melts at 45.8 °C. When ice-nine comes into contact with liquid water below 45.8 °C, it acts as a seed crystal and causes the solidification of the entire body of water, which quickly crystallizes as more ice-nine. As people are mostly water, ice-nine kills nearly instantly when ingested or brought into contact with soft tissues exposed to the bloodstream, such as the eyes or tongue”.
Ahh, good old Kurt. How we miss him.
Or *do* we, fellow Tralfamadorians . . .
It’s the time year again when I’m shopping for gifts to give to my friends. Do you prefer bituminous or anthracite?
A simple orange for the children and some noggin for me, Ace. That’s an observation, not a request. Particularly the latter.
Greetings, tidings, etc.
Hope everyone is safe and somewhat sound!
Yo ho ho, everyone. Here’s to a better 2021 than 2020.
That can sod right off.
And a special Merry Festivus to John for now shutting us down . . . again! Long Live the Gigapost!
Brother Mugga
Now shutting us down? Spellcheck context failure, I’m guessing.
“Then one foggy Christmas Eve…”
Actually, it was very foggy as I drove home from work about ninety minutes ago — no reindeer in sight. And yesterday just after sunset I saw the fabled conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn. I’m glad I caught it this time, because I didn’t want to hang around another 800 years for the next alignment.
Wishing all and sundry (and that includes Nxxx) a happy transition to what some smart people are predicting to be “better times.”
I’m going to have to live for another 800 years to see it. Too foggy here. Visibility about 50 feet.
Actually, I think Fate might have been typing something through me.
But we’re still here, so . . .
What is this ‘fog’ of which you speak? I’m from close to The Smoke, so I’m confused.
The portmanteau word “smog” is reputed to be original with the city of London. As it is built from smoke and fog, I would expect you to expert in all its parts.
We call it “Jethro,” the hillbilly cousin of the San Francisco-based “Carl the Fog,” since we’re in the Central Valley.
The worst fog that I’ve ever driven in was on Highway 99 near Fresno. 10 to 15 MPH, max.
Ace,
One morning, the fog was so thick that if I didn’t know where the traffic light was, I would have blindly gone through an intersection. And likely wouldn’t be here to type this.
My dad (who was born in 1915) was in London for the Great Smog of ’52 that killed about 10,000 people (beat that, VW). He said he’d never been so scared. And he spent three years of the war getting the crap blown out of him on Malta, the most heavily bombed area in the entire conflict.
Then again, he did used to moan about having to cut the lawn, so I’d treat all that with caution.
Going with the non-sequitur: I hope our Cousins had a more calm day today than we did here on this side of the pond.
It’s the sedition edition, for your edification! The circus came to town, to support their departing clown. There’s a rhyme for no reason—hopefully the last of the season.
All this is true, because it rhymes.
Happy New Year and enjoy your revolution, cousins.
The first one got us out of your hair, so what could possibly go wrong now?