Friday Ephemera
Nunchucks, baby. // Frozen bubbles. // Flowers in ice. // Where fairy tales could happen. // 1940s Detroit. // Dashcam footage of note. // The epiphanies of Jessica Fletcher. // Popeye loops. // “Given the choice between 20 lashes spread over 5 days or 3 years in prison, which would you choose?” // Cinema etiquette circa 1912. // Ionising radiation and where to find it. // Haulage. // Owls. // Big beasts of the sea. // “The estimated cost for dropping four beavers from a plane was around $30 in 1948, that’s about $294 in today’s dollars.” // Adopted dogs. // Designer chocs. // Exciting new product from Weyland-Yutani. // The truth is out there. // This is not a UFO. // Unapplauded skillz. // Tools. // And finally, via Simen, Succulent is an interactive game involving hairy men and lollipops.
An excellent Ephemera.
Just FYI, I got an attempt to download malware from the fairy tale site. It happened twice as was blocked both times.
Why yes, left-wing activism DOES attract deeply disturbed people.
I always figured Jessica Fletcher was a serial killer who used her howers of detective writing to come up with plots that got other people to confess.
This is not a UFO.
I thought it was going to be a Magritte painting.
Unapplauded skillz.
And, actually, no longer used skills . . .
Just FYI, I got an attempt to download malware from the fairy tale site.
Well then, don’t attempt to download malware from the fairy tale site . . .
Dashcam footage of note.
That’s one calm driver.
That’s one calm driver.
He or she does seem to be unflappable. Maybe all the screaming was in the other car.
Foxy model.
Ted S:“I always figured Jessica Fletcher was a serial killer who used her powers of detective writing to come up with plots that got other people to confess.”
That Jonathan & Jennifer Hart bear watching too.
Wayland-Yutani creme egg is good, but Nessie Ladle is sublime…
Masked menace strikes again.
Cinema etiquette circa 1912.
I see brim-spreading was clearly a thing back in the day.
I see brim-spreading was clearly a thing back in the day.
I can’t wear hats. I mean, I can’t wear them convincingly. On the rare occasions I’ve tried, they just don’t seem to belong there. There’s obviously a knack to hat-wearing.
You need Oddjob’s bowler, David.
So in that cinema were those the original bloody lolcats?
How about (glass) flowers in glass? http://www.paulstankard.com/botanical-series/
“Ionising radiation and where to find it.”
Eeeeexcellent, excellent…
What? Oh, nothing. Go about your business, FOOLS! Er, I mean friends. Yes, friends.
Heheheheh… and the beavers are still within budget!
There’s obviously a knack to hat-wearing.
Apparently so.
OT
Man goes to jail. While in jail, his former partner has a child by someone else.
She can’t receive Welfare payments until she fills in the blank on the form with a name of the child’s father. This knowledge apparently being beyond her ken, she puts down the name of a man in prison – it’s not like he can complain, is it?
What happens next is hard to get my head around, but I think the word Kafkaesque applies.
I think the word Kafkaesque applies.
Wow. There’s no aspect of that story that isn’t dismal.
This is not a UFO
1) I thought I counted more starlings in this one. Like a huge pulsating brain in the sky at one stage.
2) I switched the sound of and put Sigur Ros on in the background for these
3) Many many moons ago, I spent a year oop North. One day I was indoors watching a similar display outside. My foolish neighbours had gone outside to watch. You could see their heads turning back as the starlings flew overhead.
Here’s the thing. Not content with their dazzling ariel displays, starlings apparently do synchronised excretion, too. My neighbours suddenly moved faster than they ever would again to get back inside. Then a fusillade that would make an Avro Lancaster proud hit the windows.
Expanded my mind, that did.
“Dashcam footage of note.”
Updates have indicated that the fellage was not caused by high winds but rather marauding troops of drop bears.
Here’s the thing. Not content with their dazzling ariel displays, starlings apparently do synchronised excretion, too.
I think this is appropriate (I only looked at the illustrative image; I didn’t watch the video in full)
Best.Headline.Ever:
https://imgur.com/zkZApLz
No messing about there. Very, um, direct.
Ted S wrote:
I always figured Jessica Fletcher was a serial killer who used her howers of detective writing to come up with plots that got other people to confess.
Well you never know…
Jessica Fletcher actress Angela Lansbury was born in Poplar in east London.
Both her father and grandfather were severely left wing. Her father Edgar Lansbury was a communist and grandfather George Lansbury was leader of the Labour party in the early 1930s.