(Courtesy of Savage Chickens).
Parent texting...
Old time movie bloopers (language alert; some actors really hate blowing their lines!) H/T: David Thompson.
Boys and girls (H/T: Ditto).
Interesting cover (H/T: Yet again, David Thompson)....
Back in the day, when SNL was funny...
"China Impressed By Michigan Governor's Totalitarian Policies".
Dante's Inferno (new and improved edition).
From Powerline's "The Week in Pictures".
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I love blooper reels. They show that the kind of people we tend to celebrate have feet of clay. Sometimes it only looks like clay but smells like something else.
Huge, aggressive spiders are the worst escapees.
Right. Because they're free, and they're pissed off.
That reminds me of the time my mother, God rest her soul, rented a property for a family Christmas get-together back in 1992.
When she rented the property, the property owner, an old hippie, versed her on the quirks of the house.
He asked my mother to please do not harm his pet Eastern Brown snake(one of the deadliest snakes in the world) or his collection of Huntsman spiders(leg-span up to about six inches) which roamed the house and grounds freely.
Mum assured him that she of course would not harm the pets.
I saw the Eastern Brown, which was about five feet long several times; it liked to sunbake on the lawn during the middle of the day. It was a bit of a relief to actually see it as I preferred to know where it was.
Mum spent most of her time there going around the house vacuuming up all the pet Huntsman spiders.
I wonder if the old hippie ever emptied his vacuum and discovered the scores of dead spiders.
I've never met a spider I didn't wanna kill.
Pretty unique situation, Mike. Thanks for sharing. Any chance the old hippie was using reverse psychology to purposely get your mother to take care of the spiders for him?
R-man: So, what are your feelings about Spider-Man?
Possibly, Paco, although I think he genuinely loved those spiders.
The property was set in a semi-tropical forest, very luxuriant and green and reminded me of Tom Bombadil's house in Lord of the Rings.
I'm sure mum never set out to deceive the old hippie, but when she finally saw the size, furriness and quantity of the spiders, she decided it was either them, or her.
r-man,
I've never met a spider I didn't wanna kill.
I'm cool with them - except black widows. Never been bit, never want to be -- but they're everywhere here. I just love crawling around under a house (usually the manufactured type) on an inspection and seeing a big fat one inches from my face. If you find a web in the crawlspace or basement, and it's really thick and really sticky, it was made by a black widow spider.
(No brown recluses in the SoCal high desert, thankfully.)
Mike_W,
The property was set in a semi-tropical forest, very luxuriant and green and reminded me of Tom Bombadil's house in Lord of the Rings.
Sounds like paradise to me.
(I missed Tom in the movie version, but understand why he was left out. Perhaps a bit too "fey" for the movie's target 16-24 male audience.)
My philosophy about spiders is live and let live. They eat other bugs, so, more power to 'em, I say.
Except, as Spiny says, black widows and the brown recluse. One can stomp (or vacuum) them with a clear conscience.
Actually, I can accept a policy of laissez-faire with spiders, as long as they aren't in my personal space. Outside my house, they can exist freely. Inside, their life is in jeopardy.
As for Spiderman, never read the comics, and the movies I saw were just so-so. He looked like a man, not a spider in any way, so why wasn't he called Manspider?
Outside my house, they can exist freely. Inside, their life is in jeopardy.
On this topic, r-man, we are as one.
rman, that's my philosophy too.
My scorpion policy is different. I don't want to know if they're around outside so I avoid even looking, denial is my coping mechanism, but when I see them, I kill them.
When I lived in Arizona, the first place I ever went hiking was up in Cave Creek somewhere, and that's where I saw my first scorpion, clinging to the bottom of an interesting rock I had picked up to look at. Of course, when I saw the scorpion, the only thing I was interested in was putting the rock down as fast as possible.
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