Friday Ephemera
“Top 10 Medieval butt-licking cats.” // Channelling Whitney Houston, a robot professes its love. // A gentle ballet of hippo pooping. // Children pawing at light. // This parrot seems to like The Lego Movie. // Stairs for small dogs. // Designer dog digs. // The sounds of sci-fi movies. // At last, bespoke water. “We’re putting the peninsula in your mouth without any strain on the environment.” // Interchanges. // Overviews. // Carnivorous plants up close. // Add caption of choice. // The art of the car chase. // Comprehensive school, 1962. “Those who need to express themselves through art also have good opportunities.” // Bursts of man-made sunshine. // Headline. // And finally, the Lexus luxury maglev hoverboard is way better than that crappy old hoverboard you make do with.
Channelling Whitney Houston, a robot professes its love.
I’ve heard much worse.
Running late today, David?
the Lexus luxury maglev hoverboard is way better than that crappy old hoverboard you make do with.
The wife says no. I’m gutted.
Running late today, David?
I mis-scheduled the automated post. There may have been wine involved.
Fake tan + breastfeeding = bad idea.
https://twitter.com/WillMcHoebag/status/626840778569043968
Fake tan + breastfeeding = bad idea.
Great parenting fails of our time.
That bespoke kennel company really should have been called bow-haus, or bow-wow-haus.
I can appreciate the butt-licking cats, but for my money, I prefer Rembrandt’s pooping dog.
Speaking of parenting, while poking through my image library I found this:
What?
Surely this is the highlight of the day?
http://www.newstatesman.com/politics/2015/07/plutocrats-playground-city-its-good-know-theres-still-commune-call-home
Idiots, idiots everywhere!
And the moral of the story: You can get rid of rats, but you can’t get rid of Laurie Penny!
Surely this is the highlight of the day?
Despite her attempts to glamorise squalor, I’m still not sure why Laurie imagines she must, simply must, live in a city that by her own admission she can’t afford to live in. If London is indeed now “all but uninhabitable” for “artists” and “writers” and the various poseurs with whom Laurie claims to feel affinity, then perhaps the market is sending a message about supply and demand. Though I suppose living somewhere else, and possibly doing something else, something more in demand and more likely to pay the bills, would be insufficiently radical.
Just one gem, chosen by closing my eyes and then random scrolling my screen and then stabbing it with my finger:
Imagine our surprise when we found created a post-capitalist anarcho-syndicalist utopia entirely by accident.
Somewhere in between the bathroom-cleaning rota and the decision to host queer dance parties as a community service, politics happened.
The only thing missing is for the squat to be in Mayfair.
I dunno, I think Laurie’s having us on. No one actually lives in an anarcho-syndicalist utopia that happily.
No one actually lives in an anarcho-syndicalist utopia that happily.
Not by choice. But when done as virtue signalling and with the ever present option to return to ones comfortable middle-class milieu……
Ah, banner, I getcha. “Look at me, I’m so outre! Like a naked artist!”
@banner,
I note, Penny refers to something called “fair-trade pornography.” WTF is that? I thought “fair-trade” meant “overpriced and shitty quality?”
“Fair-trade pornography” and “pronoun awareness.” What a time to be alive.
I’d be outraged about the Marlboro kid except I’m laughing too hard.
It’s a work of costuming genius. And you’d definitely give that kid some sweets.
This is also a fun read.
This is also a fun read.
Sounds about right.
“And you, Suzanne Moore, what did you do as a young adult?”
“I championed totalitarianism because I thought it made me look cool.”
140 step Slinky treadmill: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dinVcBEDhQ
Comprehensive school in Britain in 1962 ? I doubt it. That was during the Earl of Hume’s government.