So I was just watching a five year old Kiwi Police procedural called "My Life Is Murder" on PBS. It stars Lucy Lawless ('member her? Xena, Princess Warrior) as a pretty lady helping the New Zealandish police solve crimes. And right at the beginning one of the police guys says to her "The proof of the pudding is in the eating" which us how I learned the saying from my parents over lo, those many decades ago. It makes sense. It doesn't make any difference if the pudding is maybe a bit lumpy or has a little skin or anything, because the "proof is in the eating." Yet, all the time you'll hear some moron on the tube saying "The proof is in the pudding." What the fuck does that mean? This is the first time I've heard it expressed correctly in forty years. I can die happy now.
I went to a West African dance conference today. There were no journalists, but I hugged a lot of musicians and dancers. My favorite hug was from the son of a drummer. He's around 10 or 11 and I hugged his dad, but I asked the son how he was doing, because I don't like to impose physical contact on children. Imagine my surprise when he threw his arms around me. I hugged him tight.
This 48 hour ultimatum-while-the-markets-are-closed TACO shit is getting really old, especially since the servile media just goes right along with it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. 🙄
OK, beat my lunch. Porchetta, proscuitto, provolone, broccoli rabe, with a basil pesto spread, and I've got Stan Getz and Oscar Peterson on the endless playlist.
I'm so happy to see the Horse editorial! I spotted it last night on BlueSky and shared it, but it will be seen by many more people now! I hope the horse appreciates that, and finally gets cake.
Happy Hugs, Queen Rebekah! My favorite newspaper flick is 'All The President's Men'..
I'd like to come see you in SF, but I need a Wonk-a-duck to host me on a couch or something ...SF Wonks, I will cook for a couch surf! Thank you for your consideration!
Ta, Rebecca. Please accept a virtual hug, and I also share virtual hugs with all the hardworking writers here. My favorite newspaper flick is probably Spotlight, about the Boston Globe blowing the lid off Cardinal Law and his minions, along with a complicit police department, covering up all the kiddy diddling by Boston priests. I incorporated some leftover charoset into our luscious fruit bowls this morning, which we had with flowery green tea. Darling Meccalopolis made our elitist avocado toast (unleavened bread) and has coffee brewing. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. We love and appreciate you all and we bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last and catch up on any other needed vaccines (the kids, too, need all their shots), avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from us and anyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because we love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed friends like 27 Club member Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love you, medicos of Wonkette), especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Stay safe.
So I was just watching a five year old Kiwi Police procedural called "My Life Is Murder" on PBS. It stars Lucy Lawless ('member her? Xena, Princess Warrior) as a pretty lady helping the New Zealandish police solve crimes. And right at the beginning one of the police guys says to her "The proof of the pudding is in the eating" which us how I learned the saying from my parents over lo, those many decades ago. It makes sense. It doesn't make any difference if the pudding is maybe a bit lumpy or has a little skin or anything, because the "proof is in the eating." Yet, all the time you'll hear some moron on the tube saying "The proof is in the pudding." What the fuck does that mean? This is the first time I've heard it expressed correctly in forty years. I can die happy now.
Deadline - U.S.A. is a pretty good movie as well.
I went to a West African dance conference today. There were no journalists, but I hugged a lot of musicians and dancers. My favorite hug was from the son of a drummer. He's around 10 or 11 and I hugged his dad, but I asked the son how he was doing, because I don't like to impose physical contact on children. Imagine my surprise when he threw his arms around me. I hugged him tight.
The cake is a lie, Horse!
GIVE THAT HORSE CAKE!
This 48 hour ultimatum-while-the-markets-are-closed TACO shit is getting really old, especially since the servile media just goes right along with it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. 🙄
https://www.axios.com/2026/04/04/trump-iran-hell-threat-deadline
"Democracy dies in Bezos' pocket." Pass it on.
Kitty has a very impressive collection of Wodehouse.
OK, beat my lunch. Porchetta, proscuitto, provolone, broccoli rabe, with a basil pesto spread, and I've got Stan Getz and Oscar Peterson on the endless playlist.
Why would you beat your lunch it sounds really good.
I love The Paper. Every so often, I go searching for it, hoping someone's got it for free. They never do.
Incredible cast.
"Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy."
A horse is a horse, of course, of course.
I'm so happy to see the Horse editorial! I spotted it last night on BlueSky and shared it, but it will be seen by many more people now! I hope the horse appreciates that, and finally gets cake.
I want to give that horse an entire abundantly frosted cake to enjoy,
Horses are beautiful, helpful creatures who DESERVE cake.
He's a very astute horse. From all his observations, it's obvious he wants those cakes we like.
Happy Hugs, Queen Rebekah! My favorite newspaper flick is 'All The President's Men'..
I'd like to come see you in SF, but I need a Wonk-a-duck to host me on a couch or something ...SF Wonks, I will cook for a couch surf! Thank you for your consideration!
Bread and roses to that hoers!
Ta, Rebecca. Please accept a virtual hug, and I also share virtual hugs with all the hardworking writers here. My favorite newspaper flick is probably Spotlight, about the Boston Globe blowing the lid off Cardinal Law and his minions, along with a complicit police department, covering up all the kiddy diddling by Boston priests. I incorporated some leftover charoset into our luscious fruit bowls this morning, which we had with flowery green tea. Darling Meccalopolis made our elitist avocado toast (unleavened bread) and has coffee brewing. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. We love and appreciate you all and we bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last and catch up on any other needed vaccines (the kids, too, need all their shots), avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from us and anyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because we love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed friends like 27 Club member Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love you, medicos of Wonkette), especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
A trio of tunes for the weekend:
"Bunny Hop Mambo" - Duke Ellington
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AekmF8ZXg14
"I Want Candy" - The Strangeloves
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4LQYNZdY9U
"Chocolate" - The Smothers Brothers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2V2MYQM8W0