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The REAL Desert Island Discs

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You all know the premise:  you’re stuck on a deserted island somewhere, and all you have for entertainment is a wind-up (or solar-powered) record- or CD player and a few records.  Which records would you choose to have?  (The most common number of records allowed is eight or ten.)

If the assumption is that you’re going to be marooned there for a lengthy period of time, e.g. ten years, then I have to say that after a year or so (maybe sooner), you’re going to be using those albums as Frisbees because no matter how much you love them, you’ll be heartily sick of their contents.

So I’m going to expand the concept because it’s still a nice way to decide your favorite albums — and I’m going to stipulate albums because forget singles:  that assumes you’d only be marooned for a couple-three weeks.

Here, then, are the parameters:

Ten composers, singers or groups.  Examples:  Beethoven, Elvis Presley, Rolling Stones.  It can be any mix of the above — all bands, all singers, whatever.  But only ten.

Specify up to five albums for each selection.  Assume 45-50 minutes of music per album.

So you’ll have a maximum of fifty albums allowed.  (For the pedantic, we can allow CDs to ensure that they’ll last however long you’re marooned.)  But no carrying over:  if you can’t think of five but only three, that’s what you get.  I will allow only ONE compilation album, in total.

To give everyone the idea, here are my choices:

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Quote Of The Day

QOTD, The Gun Thing

From Reader Mike S.:

“Bloody High Standard pistols require as much fiddling as a Jaguar with SU carburetors.”

Made me giggle, that did.

But he speaketh da troof.  I once had a Supermatic Trophy, like this one:


…and it was absolute mustard.  But it was like an Alfa Romeo:   it was a dream to run, until it stopped working.  Which was often.

I’d just had it tweaked by Richard The Gunsmith, and took it to the range to see if it worked.  I set up in the lane, and was taking it out of the bag when another shooter came up to me.

“You wanna sell that High Power?”
“Not really.”
“I’ll give you $600, cash, right now.”
“You collect High Powers?”
“Uh-huh.  And that’s the purtiest one I’ve seen in years.”

So we settled on $700, and I used the money to buy something else — memory fails as to what gun, exactly.

News Summary

Bad News


...but wait, there’s more!


...well that didn’t take long (in fact, one day).


...here we go again, with the Iranian pee-pee whacking.  Remind me again about all these “deals” we’re making with these rabid polecats?


...more like this, please.


...even though they didn’t play.  I guess that’s “fair” because #Equity.


...and it’s not Floriduh, but Indianuh.  And speaking of flaming genitals:


...I got nothing.

Here’s a pic of young Sydney Sweeney, just because I found it SOTI.

Once again, I got nothing.

Welcome Relief

Eco-Crap, Eco-Warriors, Watermelons

So now… wait, I thought it was Glueball Wormening that was going to cause catastrophe and WE’RE ALL GONNA DIEEEEE!

Apparently not.

While climatologists fear skyrocketing temperatures, scientists are now warning that a “cold blob” in the Atlantic could trigger a global cooling event, among other apocalyptic scenarios, per an alarming study in Geophysical Research Letters.

Located South of Greenland and Iceland, this anomalous patch of ocean has seen temps dip by 1.8 degrees Fahrenheit since the 19th Century, Science News reported.

Coincidentally, this comes as the United Nations’ influential climate change committee has discarded dire temperature increase models spouted by doomsdayers on the Left.

Of course, now that Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© has been debunked, it’s time for Global Warming Climate Cooling Change© — warming or cooling, it’s important to keep us all in a state of climate-related panic, you see.

Speaking of states, we have Texas,  frying  basking in our typical July summer temperatures — and let me tell y’all, the idea of a little global cooling is not that unattractive a prospect right now.