Historical Notes: 

In the early years of American whaling in the 17th century, voyages were limited to the Atlantic. A common route was south to the West Indies in the spring and then to the Azores, where whalers would stop at Portuguese island ports to pick up fresh food, water, and additional crew. From there, the ships sailed past the Cape Verde Islands and the west coast of Africa before crossing the South Atlantic to the Brazil Banks or the Falkland Islands. In July, the whalers returned to New England, re-equipped themselves, and then sailed into the Davis Strait between Greenland and North America for the summer. This enabled them to spend Christmas and winter at home. Hence, these relatively short voyages became known as the “Plum Pudding Whaling”.

Or maybe not

Another theory is that the voyages were so short that the special meat called plum pudding (not the Christmas pudding) survived the voyage well and could be sold at a high price back home. Herman Melville describes the plum pudding in Moby Dick: Plum-pudding is the term bestowed upon certain fragmentary parts of the whale’s flesh, here and there adhering to the blanket of blubber, and often participating to a considerable degree in its unctuousness. It is a most refreshing, convivial, beautiful object to behold.

As its name imports, it is of an exceedingly rich, mottled tint, with a bestreaked snowy and golden ground, dotted with spots of the deepest crimson and purple. It is plums of rubies, in pictures of lemon. In spite of reason, it is hard to keep yourself from eating it. I confess, that once I stole behind the foremast to try it. It tasted something as I should conceive a royal cutlet from the thigh of Louis le Gros might have tasted, supposing him to have been killed the first day after the venison season, and that particular venison season contemporary with an unusually fine vintage of the vineyards of Champagne. Moby Dick, Chapter 94: A Squeeze of the Hand, page 434

Perhaps the brevity of the journeys and their rather unelaborate character are the more plausible reason for giving them their name.

The Angry Queen

I rarely single out actors, who are public figures, for discussion, because I don’t really care much about them. But I’ll make an exception here. (the full article – Daily Mail)

‘The only time he gets press is when he talks bad about me’: William Shatner fires back at George Takei after Star Trek co-star said he was unfit for a trip to space but will be a ‘guinea pig’ to show what happens to an older body.

The 84-year-old Sulu, wrinkled, stretched, and wrinkled and stretched is a mean-spirited LGBTQ+ (wherever he put it when he was young enough) person.

Shatner tweeted a blistering response on Friday.

‘Don’t hate George,’ Shatner wrote. ‘The only time he gets press is when he talks bad about me. He claims 50+ years ago I took away a camera angle that denied him 30 more seconds of prime time TV. I’m giving it back to him now by letting him spew his hatred for the world to see! Bill the [pig emoji].’

William Shatner fired back at his fellow Star Trek alum George Takei for his criticism over Shatner going to space at the age of 90

The spat is reigniting a decades-long feud between Shatner and Takei that began on the set of the 1960s sci-fi show

‘Don’t hate George,’ Shatner wrote. ‘The only time he gets press is when he talks bad about me. He claims 50+ years ago I took away a camera angle that denied him 30 more seconds of prime time TV. I’m giving it back to him now by letting him spew his hatred for the world to see! Bill the [pig emoji].’

Shatner, 90, became the oldest person in space after three minutes of weightlessness aboard a Blue Origin rocket on Wednesday.

The Blue Origin might or might not be safe, and it’s sort of a flying penis and maybe that whole phallic thing bothers Takei?  I can’t say/don’t care. But the smallness of George Takei is there for all to see.

If I was 90, and fit enough to fly,  I wouldn’t pass on a free thrill ride in a flying penis. Even if it blew up in flight,  that’s not a bad way to go out.


  1. Breaking: Austrian MP Eva Holzleitner collapsed in the middle of a parliamentary session. She announced on Instagram that she had been vaccinated, stating that “vaccine skepticism is unfounded”. It turns out that her pronouncement was premature.

    • Dispensing the vax is a crime.
      It kills and harms people. And has no good purpose. It gives a false hope. I’m starting to make it sound like a street drug. It’s worse.
      My friend Richard Clark Deitering says: There’s a reason you don’t see advertising to take the Pfizer, the Moderna, the Johnson. You know why? If they advertised it they’d have to tell you about the horrible side effects.
      So instead they maneuver in the background buying access to markets.
      Having the government mandate the drugs.
      That’s the Scandal. That’s the crime.

    • Wait until people start dropping like flies, what will that be blamed on? Our Congress won’t though, they got a saline shot.

      Always liked Shatner, he’s good to his horses which tells me enough. Good on him at friggin 90 to hit the space voyage with gusto. Takei is merely envious, not a good look, and for no reason. Without Captain Kirk he’d be a nobody.

  2. Queen George is best described by the title song from Shatner’s album “Has Been”. A funny tune, to btw.

  3. Shatner’s the Man!

    As to George, he is fully behind the Government punishing non-vaxxers by sending them to isolation camps and seizing all their monies and stuffs. Which is funny, considering his past (FDR Concentration Camp victim.)

    But back to the Shat! What a guy, he gets it. He also makes as much fun of himself as other people do. And laughs all the way to the bank.

  4. I was totally unaware of Takei’s queeny hatred of Shatner. Now I’m not. But who’s the winner? I didn’t see the repellent Takei in the space rocket.

  5. The movie, Hell Or High Seas is now out and ready for viewing. The movie is about a USN rescue swimmer seeking resolution of the PTSD which haunted him. He embarked on what was initially meant to be a solo sail to points beyond to challenge the demons in this one last hope. Taylor Grieger nearly done himself in as do 22 vets per day. He was a damaged man. A network of vets, family, and friends held and helped Taylor to some semblance of stability. That is where I lost track.

    A film team picked up his story from the videos Taylor posted to You Tube. The videos paused as the film team embarked on producing a full length movie. The movie has now been released.

    As a measure of the man, consider that Taylor, with little sailing experience, decided to push around the Cape at the end of the world in a leaky boat. Death wish? Perhaps. Probably. Yet here was a man at the end of his rope (no pun) willing, nay, needing to tackle those damn hauntings of his soul. It should hardly be a surprise that he succeeded in rounding the Horn.

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