Sit on the little thods
In the immediate aftermath of Bad Machinery, I had an idea for a story called “Babysitter Of The Year”. I think I may even have shown a few prototypical drawings of it to people. Sometimes a great title is just that, a great title, and not a lot else, for a long time. The secret is to live long enough to attach a workable idea to it.
Oooh the one RSS feed is working again!
I was going to switch to the other one eventually but, you know.
Both feeds working for me, this time. (Both not working for the preceding four.)
“Are your kids little? So am I!”
Pure business genius.
I think all this proximity to fire may be bringing out Claire’s more dangerous side.
She’s warming to the subject.
She’s liable to get into a heated discussion.
Bougie Moaning Drives Me Dotty, a classic Billy Bragg album!
🎶Discretionary purchase
As our budget lurches
Sky-ward! 🎶
Everyone has their own favourite starting move when dancing the Wordle
Nah. I try to start with a different move each time.
John’s sounds effects are ramping up.
I mean, CRART? For a moment, I was thinking it was CRAFT, after the craft IPA being being open, but that’s definitely CRART!
IPAs often give me a sore throat.
I guess that’s putting the crart before the hoarse.
Nice coincidence that Little Claire is sporting a Little Claire card in this jacket.
Maybe she’s got thousands of them around, and carries them to use as tinder.
They’re made from flash paper, to ensure rapid combustion.
Flash cards?
You’re on fire today!
So, just how successful was the Amstrad em@iler over there? 😀
The wilderness training of my youth is setting off alarms about the small campfire they made before gatecrashing.
I think that has to to be the sickest burn I’ve ever heard from Claire. I wonder if her contempt for Bougie moaning stems from her time in London and at LSE.
I wonder if they’ll ever call Claire. It wouldn’t surprise me. The woman may be a snob, but she seems like a very practical snob. It would be interesting.
If Babysitter Of The Year is Claire-centric and has a climactic towering conflagration, I’m in.
CRART, SQUONNK and WORDLE! John is a little spicy this evening.
AI Generated I expect.
John AIlison
(A joke that both relies on the similarity of I and l, and yet is hampered in its clarity by the same.)
And now that I see it in the actual post font, the two letters are entirely indistinguishable. Oh well.
I’m just wondering when Lotte will spontaneously combust wearing that puffer coat.
Just wondering when Lotte will spontaneously combust in that puffer coat.
What are froobs and where can I get some?
I don’t know (googling “froob” just brings up its use in gaming slang), but apparently Frubes are the UK equivalent of what is known as Go-Gurt in the US and Yoplait Tubes in Canada. Any one of which I think can be held up as an example of underwhelming branding. And underwhelming food.
I’m very, very much looking forward to the Dad Band performance.
On an only tangentially related note, there was a circus in town here this week. Their signs made me think of Lottie and Mildred.
And on an even more tangential note, I would like to know whose brilliant idea it was to put a huge, hypersensitive trackpad right below the keyboard where it’s easy to accidentally activate it while typing and end up with stray characters in the wrong field. I have some congratulations I’d like to give them.
I wish to believe that there is some rhyme, some reathon, to the bewildering selectivity of Claire’s liththp, the way it comes and goeth, potentially even within a thingle word. I would be gently crushed (really, less so than the that-upon sods) to learn that it is truly random. Wasted opportunities can only be mourned. You need not divulge the algorithm, only that there ith one.
It looked too much like “shit on the little sods”
You’ll be bougie one day, too, Claire, and then you, too, will know the pains of higher-end living.
I feel unnecessarily targeted by that last panel.
Dancing to Dad Band using moves no one has ever done before is kind of my thing.