Friday Ephemera
The sounds made by a man playing with his nut sack. Lasts an hour. Headphones recommended. // The secret underground garage you’ve always wanted. // How to walk through walls. Do let me know how it goes. (h/t, Damian.) // Wood skins. // Books, stones and glass. // Bicycle-riding robot. // Taj Mahal made of balloons. // Hefty bells. // Free Hitchock. // Tea bag holder of note. // Bone conduction headphones. // Mozart, the hard way. // Smoke angel. // Earth View. // I think he’s being punished for not eating his vegetables. // BBC election coverage, 1955. // Hippie tree house village, 1969. Warning: hippie nudity. // The science of penis preference. // Fluid dynamics. // How to be James Bond. // And finally, via PegLeg, Yoko Ono performs the theme to The Good Life.
“holes in walls”
[mutter]Preview is my friend[/mutter]
I’m just thrilled we’re all talking about periods.
Men should be able to have periods if they want.
< /Elfwick >
While you chide me about how I am saying things about your body, you are saying things about mine.
I can confidently assert that you don’t experience female hormonal surges and their consequences without saying that you experience no emotions at all.
Because the one doesn’t follow the other.
I’m stating that that the physical symptoms are not linked to observable behaviour.
I get clumsy when I’m hormonal, not just emotionally upset. I inexplicably lose my grip on things and drop them much more frequently than during other times of the month.
My mother was the same. Other women are not affected like that at all.
And with the onset of menopause (hey, you brought it up), I am seized up on by random days of rage that make me so clumsy and so enraged I can’t do anything right, which enrages me all the more and makes me even clumsier. I’ll show you the scar on my finger where I clumsily and angrily cut into my finger when I was supposed to be cutting only the iris foliage.
You do not want to be near me during those times, is all I’m saying.
The schtoopid predictions about hysterical women ruining workplace might not be valid, but that doesn’t refute the thesis that women on the whole are more emotional than men, or that PMS isn’t real.
There are many things I would never say or do when NOT hormonal, and then I’ve done and said them when I AM. Not all those things are bad (I got out of a housing contract because my PMS rage gave me the gumption to tell someone off) but many are regrettable.
That’s not to say that I’m not responsible for my behavior when it’s heavily influenced by hormones, just that I’m more likely to make intemperate comments during some times than others.
Explanation, not excuse.
Both my wife and daughter suffer from PMS. Yes, they are both much more emotional when on the rag, but they are no less rational when necessary (eg evaluating evidence and arguments, doing calculations). Both say they have a tremor in the hands when pre-menstrual; both prefer not to drive long distances. Anecdata, I know; but I am inclined to think a pre-menstrual lawyer or accountant is fine, while a pre-menstrual brain surgeon or airline pilot might not be quite so reliable…
I just looked it up: The walking-through walls patent application was abandoned in 2008 for failure to respond to the first Office action.
In other news: Predictable Results Are Predictable:
“Why waste water on flowers?” says that little puke. He also wants to reduce CO2 levels to 350 ppm even though plants thrive best at 1200 ppm.
Hortihater!
Corbie’s in? Oh dear, there goes the neighborhood.
I await SNP joining with UKIP to stomp on Labour’s pointy little heads.
Chemistry is chemistry. For most PEOPLE, men & women, changes in chemistry will make an impact — but for most it will be in a manageable enough range we can choose not to behave badly.
It’s remarkable that the left, in its mad rush to reinvent nearly everything existential, social, and political in some odd, quasi-Darwinian nihilism where nothing’s related to meaning and mind because everything’s deconstructed materialism, has a material problem with sex and gender at the same exact time it has – and eternally projects – a mental problem with the material aspects of both.
Progressivism: Charles Darwin created man, and man, being a gentleman, promptly defeated reason. With apologies to Rousseau or whomever.
. . .. nihilism where nothing’s related to meaning and mind because everything’s deconstructed . . .
Did you hear about the deconstructionist mafioso?
He’ll make you an offer you can’t understand.
Artist’s impression of the walk-thru-walls thing:
I was happily raising an environmentally conscious boy until he began high school.
It would have been better she took him to temple regularly than Whole Foods.
I knew Cory had met his match when the BFF came for dinner (vegetarian, naturally), emerged from the bathroom with his hands dripping, and declined a towel. Neither paper nor cloth would be necessary, he insisted, while I watched the water from his hands trickle onto my hardwood floor. Like an untrained puppy, he appeared blind to the puddles he left in his wake as I followed behind him mopping at his heels.
Oh, I’m sorry … I would have stood in front of the little asshole and told him as he was a guest in MY HOUSE, he would either behave as one or get out — AND handed him the paper towels to clean up after himself.
Where the f*** is dad???
Where the f*** is dad???
Probably a thousand miles away with someone who isn’t a nutcase.
Oh lord, the nutcase is a “freelance journalist” in San Francisco.
Oh lord, the nutcase is a “freelance journalist” in San Francisco.
I’m shocked I tell ya, SHOCKED.
“This is … a radical juxtaposition.”
https://youtu.be/PzZmcYn9A7Q
No, this, THIS is a shocking juxtaposition, Ten.
(So yes, that was a shocking juxtaposition. What does that say about our society?)