Friday Ephemera
The circus arts, Indian-style. // A tediously accurate scale model of the solar system. // Head for the hills, the robots are coming. // Father-son bonding. // A collection of abnormal frogs. // Underwater fashion. // Film restoration. // Flames. // The random teleporter. // At last, a see-through-tipped marker pen. // Soy sauce. // This I like. // Lunar map catalogue. // The digital comics museum. // Goats in sweaters, obviously. // Deep trench beasties five miles down. // A small compendium of Chinese hair. // Assorted porn search terms, presented in low-key relaxing manner. (h/t. MeFi) // And finally, somewhat shockingly: “An argument on the internet has been resolved to the satisfaction of both parties.”
I’m a little disturbed that the son in the father-son mechwarrior costume appears to be being used as ablative armour.
I’m a little disturbed that the son in the father-son mechwarrior costume appears to be being used as ablative armour.
Don’t worry. It looks like dad has a spare child in the background.
Assorted porn search terms, presented in low-key relaxing manner.
I don’t know what half of the words mean. Is that good?
I don’t know what half of the words mean. Is that good?
It’s probably for the best.
Also, Peter Risdon on a kind of learned idiocy.
In other news, a sociology professor wants a “revolution” to “kill off capitalism.”
“These women are more interested in their investment in belly dancing than in questioning and examining how their appropriation of the art causes others harm.”
Those sinister sinuous she-devils! In other news, wiggling your navel at a bunch of leering Arab guys is an empowering form of cultural expression, so long as white women aren’t doing it.
“When I have argued, online and in person, with white women belly dancers, they have assured me that they learned to dance from Arab women and brown women.”
B-b-but a brown woman told me I was allowed!
Can’t we all just agree that belly dancing is terrible and the women who do it are awful irrespective of their ethnic background? I’ve been on a lot of drunken stag nights and corporate jollies, and I’ve yet to hear anybody say “Hell, yes! Let’s go see some bellies!”
http://6000.co.za/more-friday-ephemera/
The virus is spreading!
The virus is spreading!
Heh. Just very, very slowly.
I did the teleporter and ended up in Poranaysk. I bet I’m the only person using that teleporter who has been there for real.
“That’s dinner sorted out.”
http://www.thenewatlantis.com/publications/scientism-in-the-arts-and-humanities
Roger Scruton’s latest offering. Worth reading…
At around 7am this blog received its four millionth visitor. Just sayin’.
At around 7am this blog received its four millionth visitor.
Was it me? I bet it was me. It sounds like the kind of thing I’d do.
Seriously, congrats, Mr T.
At around 7am this blog received its four millionth visitor. Just sayin’.
Woah – very impressive. Congratulations.
Also, the giant clockwork robots were awesome.
At around 7am this blog received its four millionth visitor.
Very good. Not bad for a rickety old barge.
😉
I love the robots. Makes me think of the sci-fi story Two Handed Engine by Henry Kuttner (but in a good way).