The wobble on a good hot dog. This one hadn't occurred to me, but it is true, and this video link of the WobbleDog 9003i in action makes an incontrovertible case.

I shall now pause to observe a moment of silence for the few dogs injured during these experiments.

Still sunny at 16:00 on a Friday afternoon in January. Longer days in lockdown.

My car passed its MOT. First time for ages. That means I can still legally drive to Waitrose (one mile). The open-ended freedom this endows me with is positively scary.

More red wine. And more....

A dog sleeping on your lap and cherry coke with grenadine or pomegranate juice.

Waking up with a pulse and apparently Covid-free. Thanks to RFLT.

[Chalky] Radox-Filled Large Tub?

[chalky] Ralf Lemster Financial Translations?
Red Frogs Finishing Tuna?
Robots Liking Flambed Turkey?

Rapidly Fried Lark's Tongues?

S'obviously Roger Federer's Lunting Trousers.

Reeking Limburger For Tits?

[Stevie] I'm on a diet. As of now.

Playing "Take the first line of a novel" and then add "And then the dragons arrived." There are so many that work surprisingly well.

Of course, Harry Potter, LOTR, The Hobbit, and 1984 have all been popular ones.

These have been my contributions:

Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine. And then the dragons arrived.

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish. And then the dragons arrived.

Alice was getting very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do. And then the dragons arrived.

Marmalade tea and individually wrapped slices of quail salami.

Seeing on and working on my art car. Also, having others add to it.

Getting quite pissed on brandy and visiting the Morniverse, which is full of my type of people. (KagomeShuko) Are you sure you'e in the right game?

Having (and eating) leftover cakes I made for the in-laws' visit yesterday.

Throwing away stuff that even I can't think of a use for. Not so much that it didn't spark joy, as that it did spark 'what in holy hell even is this thing?' I have still got a stash of bits and bobs that I don't know what they're for, but it's smaller now. I'm keeping some of the more intriguing artefacts, at least for this round, because if I chuck 'em I'll never find out what they were. Curiosity and hoarding tendencies have managed to outweigh tidiness once again.

One of the stranger objects I had stashed are some screw-like objects with a fat smooth cylinder in the middle of the screw. So they're not cylinder-head screws, because there's thread before and after the cylinder part, which is considerably thicker than the surrounding screw. So what the hell are those things for? What are they called? I guess they're some kind of screw-hinge device?