Shiplap

Certain females just have 'That Look' that seem to hold my attention. Tilda Swinton is one of them.

/White Folks Holidays/

I guess tomorrow I have to get out the blunderbuss and stupid black shoes with the heckin' huge buckles...

/Today's Lunch/

Shiplap's is serving Detroit style pizza for any White Folks who want a couple.

/ A Nice Little Breakfast/

On this fine #Caturday morning Shiplap's is serving sausage and scrambled eggs. Stop by and grab a bite and some coffee. Remember, Shiplap's is only a half hour from anywhere in North America!

FYI: There's regular #Caturday but then for special occasions there's also #GerglessCaturday.

How do you like yer dawgs?

Wind up cat toy

Big Pig pulling the king of Clown World

1890 Steiff elephant

There used to be a phrase in use "she's a fine figure of a woman" that everybody knew meant an overly plump maiden aunt who was eager to land a husband. Don't have a clue what brought that to mind.

/World Series/

Middle of the 10th tied up 2 - 2. If the Brewers win, they win the World Series.

We have to change the clocks again? Fuck the idiots who thought of this!

Nigger!

/The Noble Game/

I just found out that in 2023 Mike Veeck (the biggest faulure in baseball management, banned for life for Disco Inferno Night) was inducted into the Hall of Fame. Aside from everything else, there is an occasional smol bit of justice on this earth.

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

/White Folks Holidays/

#Caturday

#Caturday

/Morning Cartoon Break/

Since I'm not doing Dailies any more, I should mention that I'm trying to reinstate the tradition of old black & white cartoons on Saturday mornings. I usually get the barn TV on around 6:30 and playlist an hour or so of good stuff while I have coffee.

What's #Caturday without a fierce horrible monster-cat?

For our #Caturday treat may we have some apples?

#Caturday If you give me a cookie I won't start jabbering about the dangers of democracy.

Chicago!

Nonpareils are right up there on my list of candy. The good ones are dark chocolate with all white tiny dots on the upper. Refrigerate for a half hour belore eating.

/A Nice Little Breakfast/

We're late with the pancakes to allow for all of you to attend Mass. Note that 'going to church' is not the same as attending the Holy Celebration of a Mass. 'Pannycakes today in a never-ending supply!

And yes, I am watching Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom with Marlin Perkins. Those old shows were filmed in 16mm if I recall correctly. My family knew Mr Perkins and whenever we were at the St Louis Zoo I'd end up driving his golf cart around. There's a Time Machine Story for the grandkids...

I just want to steal the secret gold stash that every jew has, and leave a note laughing at them. Their agony would feed me for centuries!

/Meme Folder Truths/

The average Medieval peasant would most likely turn up his nose in disgust at the things we eat. His diet was fresh and without any of the chemicals we are forced to consume. They were healthier than us a thousand years ago.

Italians ARE real!!!

/Today's Lunch/

We were up extra early to get the crock pots going for lunch. Pot roast made with wholesome items that have never been injected, sprayed, prodded or poked. Mind you don't take all the carrots now.

The sea bunny... Thought you might like it.

OMG, OMG, OMG! Tonight on Svengoolie it's THE WIZARD OF OZ!!! Golly!

Frank Morgan and Margaret Hamilton were simply phenomenal. And although Ms Burke had some of the finest legs in Hollywood, she didn't even show an ankle. There's so much Lore surrounding this film...

Yes, the TCCLA is active on #Caturday

/The Bridges/

Soon it will be 2027 and the Francis Scott Key bridge still isn't rebuilt. I'm taking bets on this, already have some rubes who think it'll happen within the next 10 years. It will NEVER get rebuilt!

If I had the money, I'd hire someone to dig a large T shaped ditch and bury four large shipping containers all attached. Then cover them over wirh dirt and grass. It would be a cool secret hideout.

/Today's Lunch/

The weekend has arrived! Svengoolie and pizza night, oh boy and golly!

You are free to put on your Christmas hats if yoy like. Unless you have a Halloween or Thanksgiving hat to wear.

/Afternoon Snack/

Anyone up for some still-warm cookies and a glass of cold milk? It just might get you through the rest of the day.

So should we all welcome each other back?

/The Deco Kings/

This is still my favorite airplane of all time and I will never change my mind.

/The Deco Kings/

Instead of a feral animal in a battery-powered Amazon truck throwing your packages in the general vicinity of your front door, wouldn't it be nicer if a White Man in a proper uniform drove up in this and was careful with your delivered goods? I've said it before and I'll say it again; the future is in the past.

#Caturday

/The Deco Kings/

Did you ever stop at an unknown restaurant while travelling, back in the day? A family never worried about food poisoning or microplastics or any of the modern-world's nonsense. A White Man just knew that within his High-Trust Society things could be trusted.

It's so over... A L L barcade jobs are now only available for H1B visa holders, saar.

Gahhhhg... Wimmin and troons and neck beards! Avoid! AVOID!

/The Deco Kings/

The Coral Court Motel stood on classic old Route 66 from 1941 until it's destruction in 1995. It wasn't ever a pay-by-the-hour joint, but developed a reputation over the years. And so it goes with the Great Works of the Ancient White Men; abandoned, then decayed, then replaced with a distinctly brown lower class of fake-humans.

Too few White Folks pray any more. God isn't really ignoring you, but He probably wants you to ASK HIM for guidance towards solutions, which you aren't doing.

/Ray Saves Sherlock Holmes/

[For two years, from early 2010 to April 2012, Ray had an essay that he wanted to work on each time we met. It was always one of the first things he mentioned—“Can we work on my architecture essay today?” Despite the fact that he had written about his work in the field of architecture in his book of essays, Yestermorrow (Joshua Odell Editions / Capra Press, 1991), and I had surveyed his work extensively in my book The Bradbury Chronicles: The Life of Ray Bradbury (William Morrow, 2004), Ray was resolved to get the entirety of his creations in the field of architecture down in one essay. He wanted me to submit it to Architectural Digest. The essay was never completed—it was never quite right, because he always had more memories or thoughts he wanted to add to it. And it was rough, having been dictated over many months. Even on the occasion of his ninetieth birthday, with guests in the house, he called me into his den and asked me to record a new section. And the very last time I saw him, less than two months before he passed, he asked me again to help him finish it. There was something vital about this essay to Ray Bradbury—he wanted, I think, to prove to the world his influence on the field of architecture. Whatever the case, he very much wanted this essay published. It is printed here, in rough form, for the very first time. -Sam Weller]

THE POMEGRANATE ARCHITECT

How did I become an architect? It was all a happy accident. I suspect it began when I was three years old, living in Waukegan, Illinois, in 1923. My grandfather influenced me by showing me architecture. He had pictures of the 1893 Columbian Exposition, and of the St. Louis World’s Fair in 1904. I looked at these pictures through an old stereopticon, a Viewmaster, and I could see all the old, beautiful buildings.

When I was five, my grandfather influenced me yet again. And I think this caused me to go on and to eventually influence other people and to start thinking about public spaces and buildings myself. My grandfather was so important. When I was around five years old, he showed me a copy of the magazine Harper’s Weekly. It was an issue from around 1899, and it contained a story by H. G. Wells called “When the Sleeper Wakes.” The story had marvelous illustrations showing the cities of tomorrow. They were so beautiful. I fell in love with those pictures. They burned into my subconscious.

In the fall of 1953, when I was thirty-three, I had just finished writing Fahrenheit 451. I went off with my wife and two young daughters to France, and England, and eventually to Ireland, to write the screenplay of Moby Dick for John Huston.

When we arrived in London, we walked around town in the fog one night and we went to 221B Baker Street, and there was nothing there. I said, “My God! This is terrible! This is where Sherlock Holmes lived! There should be something here to indicate that this is where he lived.”

So the next day, I wrote to Scotland Yard, and I said, “You have to put a sign where Sherlock Holmes once lived!” And then I wrote to the consort of Queen Elizabeth. I knew he loved Conan Doyle. I said to the consort, “Arrange to have a sign put at 221B Baker Street, indicating that’s where Sherlock Holmes lived.” Today, as I understand it, there is not only a sign—there is an entire museum dedicated to Sherlock Holmes. And the underground Tube stop at Baker Street indicates it as well. So maybe, in a way, I began as an architect then.

I'm an enjoyer of Five Egg Nationalism. Where are you on the spectrum?

The Fediverse is like reading Focault's Pendulum at times.

You know how in every blockbuster disaster movie there's a scene where the Good Guys push aside some blowhard in authority and just fix the problem? Do that right now in LA.

The only way we can win of course.

I love this green on the walls. The room appears light and airy without denying the existence of color.

And there are those who say the Medieval mind could not really understand higher math, nor the idea of the lever. The curve of the handles here say they understood it rather well.

White Men today don't have many reasons to do good work any more. All the companies suck, they replace you with ferals who are sub-human, faggotry is rife and you'll never get a raise, so why do good work? Well, it's in the very soul of White Folks to do good work, and you'll have the chance to show the world once again what White Men can build. Some day...

When that one tiny piece of bent metal holds entire engines in place effortlessly, thank the White Man Ira J. Young!

"The history of the cotter pin is linked to Ira J. Young, a family inventor who applied for a patent for a machine to make split pins in 1912. Young's company, Wire Manufacturing Company, manufactured cotter pins and split pins, and some of their cotter pin machines are still in use today."

These bakelite instruments were never designed with an expected lifespan before replacement, nor with the idea that profits could increase if it was built real crappy. The designers never dreamed of any of those repeat-customer scenarios that the jew loves so dearly. But the White Men's lives didn't really revolve around money, it was only the means of exchange for them.

And it's not that the White Men were stupid or anything, they were just from a High Trust Society and didn't think outright theft-through-Usury would steal their ideas and put them out of business.

In case anyone wondered what I was doing up at 4am, or even if you don't give a shit, I'm telling you anyway. I'm starting the 'crock pot ribs'.

You know that crappy flashlight that's you'd rather throw away than bother replacing the batteries? It had an Origin Story which naturally involves White Men.

My last word on Cathedrals for now, is that they are Bridges. Maybe not over a local river but a Bridge nonetheless between you and God. If you choose to, you can talk to God and these structures may assist you.

Wouldn't it be cool if everyone who insulted a person on the internet had to face that person at noon the next day? What a nice broken nose!

Do you use pumpkin spice deodorant? Would you?

I want cherry turnovers all of a sudden. Hot.