All Purls. No Swine.
An update to what's becoming a RightWingKnitJob Valentine's Day tradition: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Ahhh, “Meerkat Love.” Remember that hoary old song from the mid-1970s by that odd duo, Captain and Tennille? Yeah, I’m sorry to say that I remember it too. (A note to the unwary: I know that’s not the actual title of the song, but close… Continue reading “Cry Me a Cockroach,” 2023
Argh. It's setting up to be one of those days, and it's barely even light outside. Here's an oldie but goodie reflecting the situation this morning at Chateau Right: Dear Spectacles, I’m giving you fair warning here: I’ve had enough. Enough of your silly games. Enough of listening to you snicker as I stumble blindly… Continue reading An Open Letter To My Spectacles–2023 Edition
I'm not sure I completely understand the myriad purposes of Twitter. It's useful to me, because I can link it to this blog, and send out automatic notifications when I publish a post, and because I have several dozen people who follow those announcements on Twitter, and who--one hopes, and I think this is the… Continue reading Putting the “Twit” in Twitter
It works, doesn't it?
Surely you remember the word? It was coined a few years ago to define establishment Republicans who--according to those more edgy--had failed themselves, their constituents, and their country, and were headed--following the 2016 election of Donald Trump--into oblivion. Well, almost. The word was CUCK-servative. What Lewis Carroll would have called a "portmanteau" word, derived from… Continue reading Cluckservative?
Prompted by a brief side conversation on a Ricochet post earlier this week from member BDB about his Microsoft Surface Pro in which BDB, Henry Racette and I all deplored, in one fashion or another, the tendency to replace useful instructions and text with the sometimes baffling icons and graphics that–sometimes alone–comprise most “installation manuals,”… Continue reading Use Your Words–Please!
There. I said it. Granny Panties. LOL. I'm guessing I've lost most of the men who follow my blog. For this post, at least. But I mean it. The fact of the matter is that--almost half a century ago--even at this point in my life: my nether regions were--day to day--covered by modest, cheap and… Continue reading In Praise of Granny Panties
95-year old Queen Elizabeth gracefully declined a nomination as the 30th "Oldie of the Year," an annual award given by Oldie Magazine, a "light-hearted alternative to a press obsessed with youth and celebrity." Previously celebrated by the annual tongue-in-cheek award, among others, were John Major (politics), Olivia de Haviland (entertainment), Glenda Jackson (entertainment) and Ian… Continue reading Queen Declines ‘Oldie of the Year’ Award: You Go, Ma’am (as in ‘ham’)!
Before my husband, Mr. Right, died last year, he spent many years (probably well over a decade, now that I reflect on it with the benefit of hindsight) slowly succumbing to dementia. It's a cruel disease, as many of you know. But also looking back on it, and--indeed--since he died, I've found humor in some… Continue reading An Autocorrect Fail, or Just the Funniest Book Review Ever?
Susan Vass is a retired stand-up comedian (from the days when such people were actually funny), who writes a regular Friday humor column on PowerLine, one of my favorite websites. (It's the website that, all the way back in August of 2010, introduced me to Ricochet.) Susan's column for Friday, October 8, 2021, can be… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Ammo Grrrll!