Friday Ephemeraren’t
I’m heading out of town for the weekend, a long one, for a wedding, so I’m afraid you’ll have to throw together your own pile of links in the comments. Oh, come on. How hard can it be? I’ll set the ball rolling with these: a good deed of note, why you can never tune a piano, and a close encounter with some trees.
Phone signal permitting, and festivities permitting, I may check in on you at some point. So play nicely. And don’t get any stains on the upholstery.
Business operation book of note.
Even damned near has its own squad of cheerleaders.
Currently brought to mind because I’m having to have a front row or even back stage view of an organization totally and completely destroying itself from the inside, where the rate of people running for the door—or trying to find the door—is surreal . . .
“Fat Studies is legitimate a topic of academic study as any”. Heavens to Betsy.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/health/72597902/interest-grows-in-fat-studies-university-course
No prob, bob.
18. The modern man has thought seriously about buying a shoehorn.
When amateurs can’t handle fame.
This.
Pizza pouch lanyard.
http://laughingsquid.com/portable-pizza-pouch-lanyard-lets-you-hang-a-slice-of-pizza-around-your-neck-for-quick-access/
The Maid of Amsterdam (A-rovin’) – sung by the Roaring Trowmen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2JO-i2aPs8
This.
Hey, look what I found rifling through Davids porn collection….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruwxZfiC9dI
Check your human privilege. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU5cMZymSr0
Check your human privilege.
Does she actually think bears speak English?
The Maid of Amsterdam (A-rovin’) – sung by the Roaring Trowmen:
The definitive rendition of Danny Boy.
Paging “Richard Smoker”.
Does she actually think bears speak English?
His name isn’t “Bear”, obviously. Damn shame Timothy Treadwell wasn’t around to explain this to her.
Does she actually think bears speak English?
I’ll bet a thousand dollars she left either food or food trash in the kayak. Alternatively, it looks like she’s at an established campsite. Probably others have been careless with food waste and cooking which have drawn the bears there. Either way, it’s a manifestation of the naive belief that the wilderness is one giant petting zoo. Reminds of the French tourists I saw at Yellowstone who thought it would be a good idea to take their toddlers up to pet a bison. Fortunately, a few of us onlookers intervened.
David’s not here and you’re all behaving so well!
Come on, let’s have a quarrel about something 🙂
David’s not here and you’re all behaving so well!
DAVID!!!!!!!
Henry Posted Something!!!!!!!!!
David’s not here and you’re all behaving so well!
Yes, well, his henchlesbians are everywhere.
Following all the Shoreditch inspired cereal tweets, an administration inspired serial tweet—sometimes 140 characters isn’t enough . . .
The Slaw Map of West Virginia.
Appropriately aggressive driving.
David’s away?… TIDE SLIDE!!!!!!!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c85nm8NwQ2o
(Of corse in my day there was no p*****y use of garbage bags)
Hal
I’m having to have a front row or even back stage view of an organization totally and completely destroying itself from the inside, where the rate of people running for the door—or trying to find the door—is surreal
You’re not talking about the Australian Liberal Party by any chance?
… the French tourists I saw at Yellowstone who thought it would be a good idea to take their toddlers up to pet a bison. Fortunately, a few of us onlookers intervened.
Spoilsport.
Hal
You’re not talking about the Australian Liberal Party by any chance?
Ah, no, I don’t live in Australia, I have to find the way past a total and complete snafu being staged by several someones here in the SF Bay area . . .
David’s not here and you’re all behaving so well!
Yes, well, his henchlesbians are everywhere.
*Attempts to seduce henchlesbians and get keys to liquor cabinet*
Thematic makeup for this October;
http://millihelen.jezebel.com/the-google-deepdream-makeup-tutorial-that-nobody-asked-1733460796
…and something to tap your toes to. De Staat from the Netherlands;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ttGgIQpAUc
Simen,
“De Staat from the Netherlands”
That stopped me in my tracks from taking my evening “tab”. I’ll just keep it on loop….
Ta.
Hey, look what I found rifling through Davids porn collection….
You didn’t come across a copy of “Rubber Bondage Babes 1993”, did you Jonesy? Asking for a friend…
Cap’n,
“You didn’t come across a copy of “Rubber Bondage Babes 1993″, did you Jonesy?”
I did but the VHS tape was (un?)expectedly worn beyond use one is sad to report.
I was only looking for presumably the same friend……….
Why would this identical friend lie concealed in someone’s thoughtfully curated porn collection?
Cheers
J,
It’s a thang….
I did but the VHS tape was (un?)expectedly worn beyond use one is sad to report.
Pity. Anyway, to get this thread back on track, in order to understand the Victorians, these historians live them:
http://www.vox.com/2015/9/9/9275611/victorian-era-life
Sexism or shock horror girls just not that interested in sport?
http://www.theguardian.com/sport/blog/2015/oct/02/fox-sports-selfie-shaming-of-sorority-was-casual-sexism-at-its-most-insidious
Damn it, I’m sure I typed in my post above “these historians live like them”. Is your blog messing with my mind, David?
But you can tunafish.
The Speccie reports on a ‘comedy’ performance given by the kind and caring left:
http://blogs.new.spectator.co.uk/2015/10/tory-abortions-spitting-and-the-c-word-comedians-let-rip-at-peoples-assembly-event/
David’s going to be back soon. Somebody needs to shoo the hookers out of the bedroom and move the couch over to cover the evidence of the unfortunate “Bordeaux Incident.”
David’s going to be back soon.
Yes…wedding, was it? I say pictures or it didn’t happen. Or cake. We’ll accept cake.
Or cake. We’ll accept cake.
Let’s hope it was a good time. That way, it will take a few weeks before he notices we’ve watered down his Scotch stash.
David’s going to be back soon.
Ah yes, thanks for the reminder, Snake.
Hi there David, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed your lawn
We couldn’t find enough to do in the short time you were gone . . . . .
[ Opens door, notes oddly placed furniture and suspicious smell of disinfectant. ]
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY COLLECTION OF GIANT PORCELAIN SHOES?!
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY COLLECTION OF GIANT PORCELAIN SHOES?!
It was the cat.
Wait, what? They weren’t novelty beer steins?
Ah….Cinderella called and….no, wait, Aliens, big grey/green aliens with a terrible attitude to porcelain shoes, really terrible, and aliens…(sidles towards door and tries to pretend wasn’t really around watching festivities…)
Duchamp was here. You don’t want them back. Trust me. Helluva party, though.
So how was the wedding? Did you bring us anything?
And if you could help me find my pants, that would swell. Twister was fun, BTW.
You’ll be thrilled to hear that the wedding and subsequent parties were a great success. Much was drunk, fun was had. So much so that The Other Half ended up perched in a tree, before descending said tree rather more quickly than intended – and returning home, via the local hospital, with a broken heel bone. As I said, fun was had.
I’ll be on nursing duty for the next few weeks. Not a role I feel I was born for. And so posting will be intermittent for a few days.
Oh my! A broken heel bone from a drunken fall from a tree?
That’s a great story!
Or it will be, once the bone has knit.
Sorry to hear that The Other Half is in pain. Hope he’s got an ample supply of Good Drugs to make your end of it a bit easier.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY COLLECTION OF GIANT PORCELAIN SHOES?!
It was the cat.
Definitely the cat. We didn’t see the sign you posted until everlastingly too late.
There was nothing we could do.
Sad Topographies, an Instagram account for depressingly named geographic locations.
We didn’t see the sign you posted until everlastingly too late.
There was nothing we could do.
That which does not kill you was merely the advance scout, and which is now swinging around to take part in the actual attack.
In light of recent events at the Conservative Party conference, this may amuse:
I mean, wow.
I wonder what will happen when Penny becomes self-aware.
Maybe the penny will finally drop, R. Sherman. (Pun intended).
Ah, the joys of living in a University town: “[Comrade Keith] Percy, 30, who describes himself as a queer, disabled activist and poet, is seeking his first term on the Boulder City Council.”
http://www.dailycamera.com/news/boulder/ci_28914242/comrade-keith-percy-make-boulder-live-up-its
Percy says he regularly sees the police rousting homeless people from Central Park when he’s meditating at the Dushanbe Teahouse.
That’s quite a sentence. And I notice that even words of support for our radical poet Mr Percy are also taken as “ableism.”
Squares,man. They just ain’t hip. Ya dig me?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=FZo2hhvvlpw
Ugh, all that blather when Percy means, “Dirty Hippie.”
It seems this will also be the emphemeraren’t for this week.
My contribution;
The most important Unicorn-poop -video you’ll see today;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbYWhdLO43Q
Hugs,
-S
The most important Unicorn-poop video you’ll see today.
Wow. Now I want an ice-cream.
In other news, the deep economic thinking of Gwyneth Paltrow.