Friday Ephemera
Apocalyptic weather forecast brought to you by AccuWeather. // Candy carpet. // Catherine the Great’s erotic cabinet. // Sex device patents of note. // Some first-time experiences of virtual reality porn. // Pocket operator. // Unboiling eggs now possible. // Leather and paper. // Leather-bound, shock-absorbing designer crutches. // Alaskan native snow goggles, circa 1900. // Everyone remembers that sad Saturday. // Snow plough of note. // 1.4 explosions per minute. // Playing cards of yore. (h/t, drb) // Monks and sand. // Shooting New York from above. // 18 everyday objects photographed up close. // Big rings. // Board game of note. // “What if everything were cheap?” // When women draw vaginas. “Oh God, wow.” // And finally, scientifically, how to draw mushrooms on an oscilloscope.
…and just so we remember. It’s about determination and intent, not possibilities;
http://www.jwz.org/blog/2015/01/but-i-dont-want-to-cure-cancer-i-want-to-turn-people-into-dinosaurs/
Have a best possible weekend.
-S
Catherine the Great’s erotic cabinet.
Why am I only just finding out about this?
Apocalyptic weather forecast brought to you by AccuWeather.
I think the weather guy copes really well, all things considered.
“But I don’t want to cure cancer. I want to turn people into dinosaurs.”
Oh, Sauron. When will you learn?
Meanwhile, Tim Blair brings us arts news: “It’s a little-known fact that illegal coal seam gas mining is a major threat to regional dance companies.”
Rather amused owl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5p9JO9JgvU
Everyone remembers that sad Saturday.
I actually said ‘aww’ out loud. 🙂
I actually said ‘aww’ out loud. 🙂
Curse those stupid human feelings.
Apocalyptic weather forecast brought to you by AccuWeather.
We were being told we’d get 12 inches in the Monday/Tuesday storm here in the Catskills. We got about 3 inches max. Two weeks ago, we were supposed to get a rainstorm and 40 degrees; we got 32 degrees and ice which is places is now frozen under several inches of fresh snow, likely not to melt until spring. Walking the dog is fun.
This blog has just been visited for the five millionth time. Blimey.
I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING LINK IS OBVIOUSLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK:
Dress up your penis as French politician Marine Le Pen
which will eventually be processed and donated to underprivileged children
I’m guessing that “underprivileged” is the new word for “poor”. Though I suppose it could mean “non-white”, but this being China rather than the U.S., probably not.
I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here.
It’s a slightly more complicated than usual version of Hey, watch this/Hey, hold my drink, and . . .
No, no, no, good God Almighty, NO!
It’s in Spanish but the photos tell the story well enough. As do the last two words in the URI.
In a separate comment to avoid sullying by my last, these two treats:
Updated version of Lorem Ipsum.
Some misconceptions about kitchen faucets that really need to be cleared up, you guys.
Updated version of Lorem Ipsum.
Heh.
No, no, no, good God Almighty, NO!
I thought that chocolate anus looked familiar.
So República Insólita is 7 years behind David Thompson.
Feather in your cap, I guess.
But did Catherine the Great do it with a horse or not?
I could use those crutches, really. The regular kind suck.
I don’t know why, but I expected the chocolate anus link to terminate in Polly Townbee. Disappointed.
Having looked through Catherine the Great’s erotic cabinet, perused some sex device patents of note and watched some first-time experiences of virtual reality porn I must say that I approached the leather-bound, shock-absorbing designer crutches with a certain amount of trepidation.
I still not sure that my trepidation wasn’t warranted.
. . . . I expected the chocolate anus link to terminate in Polly Townbee.
Ah, yes, the instantly automatic, full sensory, completely three dimensional edition of internet access and interface is still being worked on.
The testers are trying to pull rabbits out of hats and keep getting the reverse.
Everyone remembers that sad Saturday.
Wait .. that little boy is out in a front yard with NO ADULT SUPERVISION?????!!
Someone call 911 and get CPS on the line, stat!
But did Catherine the Great do it with a horse or not?
Siiiiiiggggghhhhhh.
Theophrastus, do try to keep up with the conversation . . . .
We’ve already established it was Alan Barnfield with a pony.
“CUNY’s Graduate Center now believes the use of gendered salutations like “Mr.” and “Mrs.” might offend some students… Therefore, professors have been instructed to wipe the contentious words from their memories and cease using them in any and all forms of communication.”
http://reason.com/blog/2015/01/30/cuny-prohibits-profs-from-using-mr-or-ms
believes the use of gendered salutations like “Mr.” and “Mrs.” might offend some students…
Ah, we’re expected to believe that the standard honorifics “Mr”, “Mrs” or “Ms” will somehow jeopardise the emotional well-being of students and staff. In an environment where all students and staff will already have their preferred honorific and gender idiosyncrasies entered on a database and used in all routine correspondence. As so often, the degree of posturing and contrivance is quite striking. Why, it’s almost as if there were some competition to see who could be the most precious and neurotic.
As we know well, claiming to be offended is usually just a stratagem used to gain control of a situation. They will skilfully employ the offended tactic on behalf of one group, then find excuses (usually “privilege”) why it doesn’t apply for another group
Those talking about this sort of putative “offence” are either gormless people who’ve jumped on a bandwagon like feminism (and don’t really know the implications of what they’re doing) – or the genuine fanatics, who also see little except the political ground they could achieve.
They know they can’t yet say openly that they want to control people’s thoughts and language about gender, so they do it dishonestly (by implication really) by talking about offence
then find excuses (usually “privilege”)
If you want to find bad faith presented as virtue, head for the Clown Quarter of the nearest university. It’s where you’re most likely to find the denunciation of “privilege” deployed as an ad hominem device, the object of which is typically to intimidate or exclude a person based not on the substance of their argument, but on their pigmentation, upbringing or the configuration of their genitals. It’s essentially a way of saying, “Your opinion doesn’t count (or doesn’t count as much as mine) and your evidence is inadmissible because you have a certain level of melanin, or a penis, or an insufficient number of hang-ups and fashionable pretensions.”
It’s so wonderfully Maoist.
And in my experience the people to whom such things appeal most strongly aren’t terribly interested in civility or justice, “social” or otherwise. What they seem to be interested in is opportunist scolding and one-upmanship, which is to say, winning.
What they seem to be interested in is opportunist scolding and one-upmanship
Most recent kerfuffle in the “I’m offended by a racist word that’s not really racist” competition ..
I blame the Obama Admin and their niggardly budgeting towards a robust Army.
The U.S. Army has deleted a tweet that used the term “chinks” in armour
[ Sighs. Pours large glass of red. ]
The U.S. Army has deleted a tweet that used the term “chinks” in armour…
Wow, the competition for the Stupidest Thing of the Year is heating up pretty early.
The US Army afraid of getting in a fight. Over a word. What would Marines do?
We’ve already established it was Alan Barnfield with a pony.
In the conservatory, no doubt.
It’s an Army of warriors, SJW keyboard warriors that is…
A 1st Sgt. no less. My father was a 1st Sgt. In his day, that meant he was the highest ranking NCO in a rifle company of 200 men, reporting directly to the captain. Fought from the Aleutianss to Kwajaline to the Philippeans to Okinawa and was preparing for the invasion of Japan. The stories I heard in his last years of being surrounded by the IJA, the mud and hell of Okinawa. Occupied Korea and set up the Korean police force, pulling Japanese soldiers/police off their horses and shipping them home. And some woman gets an Army Commendation Medal for whining on the Internet when his only decoration was the Purple Heart. Forgive me, but we’re f*****d.
A 1st Sgt. no less. . . . . .
. . And then on an other tentacle, pulling of strings does depends on the details . . .
It’s probably been posted hereabouts before, but I always enjoy Rescue Me when discussions of racism and privilege rear their ugly heads.
Well, heck. “Rescue Me” has been taken down:-(. Well, that link anyway. Here’s one for part of it.