A Thursday Afternoon Carpenter Existential Experience!

Greetings, hola, guten tag, ni how, and yadda yadda. I swear the month of February exists only to mess with people's sense of time, space, and perception. 2024 is already six weeks old, we never really had winter in Yinzburgh, and I can't tell if the days are getting longer (sort

Your “How the Hell Is it Mardi Gras?” Open Night Chatty-Chat

Seriously. T-Swift can'y even stand yet after post-Owl celebrations her and Travis have been doing, and it's friggin' Lent tomorrow. On Valentine's Day! Anyway, it's Mardi Gras tonight, so NAWLINS had to have been weirder than normal this past weekend/week. I'm grew up Catholic, and now generously describe myself as "lapsed" at

Half-Arsed Saturday Thread

You know how some weeks, you wonder if it would be even theoretically possible to give less of a shit? That is Hippo today.  And last night, when I wrote this slop.  Apologies in advance. Early Bird Special is Everton getting its shit pushed in by City of Men (7:30, USA).  I

A Bored Murrika Turns Its Eyes to AFRIKA Open Thread!

Ugh, another dead/sunless Saturday.  No NFL, no Prem.  Just more stupid FA Cup ties, including the one I hope Everton loses to Martin Prince's Lutes (10:00, ESPN+) - because it's all hands on deck to keep hold of 17th position in the table. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B61XAN2Ujw Fortunately, the wonky coverage of BeIn has us covered,

Into the PeriloUs Void – Early Saturday Open Thread

What, did you wake up and hope to see Premiership footy?  And then JV NFL??  Too bad, you get nothing.  Absolute fuckall. Well, there are FA Cup ties, though the draw was pretty uninspiring (though surely nothing can bottom out as badly as Everton's dreadful nil-nil away to Palace on Thursday, when