Friday Ephemera
At last, your very own jet pack golf cart. // Gaze manipulation. // American vacations of the 1900s, in colour. // On the inhalation of “delectable air,” i.e., nitrous oxide. (h/t, Dr W). // Painted ladies. (h/t, Hubert). // Pokémon + Tinder = modern dating. // Apollo 11 command module. // It’s teeming with Earthlings. // The true sizes of countries. // 100 coats. Because it can be done. // Coke delivered to your door, 1934. // Because you can always use more Kate Bush gifs. // Berlin, July 1945. // Shrink rays would be bad for you. // Times Square of yore. // A thread devoted to 1980s 12” remixes. // Wanting not to forget. // Will she be wonderful? // Amulets on standby, people. // The word ‘effects’ doesn’t quite do them justice. // And finally, I think it’s some kind of omen.
At last, your very own jet pack golf cart.
Eerrm??? Unless there’s some specific moment for it, they seem to be very enthusiastically avoiding discussing how much noise the thing makes . . .
So there I was, about to sink that forty foot putt, and Vilsham flies his *#&$_)(#&*$ phantom jet overhead!!!
Gaze manipulation.
I’m not convinced we’ve a got a form of progress here . . . Thirty five years on and Terry Gilliam moving magazine cut out bits comes to mind . . .
On the inhalation of “delectable air,” i.e., nitrous oxide.
Whoa, man, The Colors . . . And Godzilla rose up over the hills and my toilet bit me—Oh, wait, no, that’s what I remember hearing of someone’s story of taking LSD . . .
Painted ladies.
Hmmm. Definitely different from The Painted Ladies.
The true sizes of countries.
I was immediately reminded of this comic
A thread devoted to 1980s 12” remixes.
I’ve always been rather fond of the ultra hyperextended dance mix of John Cage’s 4:33 . . . One time when sightseeing a friend’s karaoke host gig, I asked if it was on the menu . . .
Wanting not to forget.
Remember, don’t forget……no it’s …Don’t forget, remember….Or is it Remember, don’t forget…Hmmm? I forgot.
The word ‘effects’ doesn’t quite do them justice.
Ave Maria —And that was done with the previous version of more updated software that is now free of charge . . .
And finally, I think it’s some kind of omen.
Title, post, and video reminds me of Fantabiblical . . . .
Fantabiblical isn’t a mashup of a holy book and everybody’s favorite fizzy drink?
The “painted ladies” constitute performance art I would actually pay to see. It’s everything the “art” our host discusses on these pages is not.
Re: ’80s Remixes
The Soft Cell Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go remix was a staple at our house parties while I was in grad school. Fortunately, that was back in the days before feminists took over the liberal arts.
Really, really, big amphibious plane.
Re Ted’s link to xkcd…oddly, or not, the personality traits associated with my personal map projection preference, the Goode Homosoline or wtf it’s called, are also the ones I most closely identify with. It’s The Truman Show again, I can feel it.
Fantabiblical isn’t a mashup of a holy book and everybody’s favorite fizzy drink?
Everybody’s? Especially with the Scottish DNA, one of these days I need to get around to tracking down and finding out for myself what Irn Bru is like . . . .
one of these days I need to get around to tracking down and finding out for myself what Irn Bru is like
I fear what lies ahead is crushing disappointment.
A not entirely implausible theory about Star Trek Into Darkness.
I fear what lies ahead is crushing disappointment.
Nah: Is it Irn Bru, Yes/No. Did some get had and assessed, Yes/No.
Etc.
A not entirely implausible theory about Star Trek Into Darkness.
Ehn. A much simpler theory: Spectre, Abram’s attempt at Star Trek and Abram’s attempt at Star Wars are all fraternal twins—Take a known franchise, stick a ShinyThing(1) on the screen for a minute or so, move to the next ShinyThing, continue until running out of ShinyThings, roll credits.
(1) Bond, James Bond, Enterprise, single really big explosion where Main Heavy’s base or Big Weapon disappears, Austin Martin, Vulcan nerve pinch, Millenium Falcon, Walther PPK, lightsaber being ignited, Etc.
Is it Irn Bru, Yes/No.
As a child, one of the highlights of visiting gran was that she’d sometimes purchase a bottle of pop for the occasion, which, at the time, was a rare treat. My eight-year-old self was happy to gulp down cheap generic cola, but even then Irn Bru was a pop of last resort, somewhere alongside Dandelion and Burdock.
#PrecociousPopSnob
I don’t get that “true size of countries” map at all. Am I missing something impressive?
JL,
The idea is that “normal” maps show countries in Africa not to be the enormous (stews of bad government, stupid economics and mad dictators) size that they actually are.
Roar.
Irn Bru is amongst the most popular soft drinks in Moscow; Barr had to fight a court case there to protect the brand.
Irn Bru is amongst the most popular soft drinks in Moscow
I knew Russia was screwed up but I never realised it was that bad (says the man less than 10 miles from Irn Bru Central!)
A thread devoted to 1980s 12” remixes.
Art of Noise! Sorted.
Art of Noise! Sorted.
Of course, now that I’ve browsed that particular thread and several of its videos, Google Play is asking me if I’d like to “relive the big hair decade” with some heavily discounted 80s compilations.
The day has taken an alarming turn.
Really, really, big amphibious plane.
Interestingly enough, “roughly the size of a 737” makes it about the same size as a Japanese SHinMaywa US-2 which it appears to be a copy of, same as a Short Sunderland, smaller than a Beriev Be-200 it is smaller than the Dornier DoX or Boeing 314 was, and way smaller than the Martin Mars that the Chinese are using to train their pilots of their latest rip-off.
Well, there you have the reason for the lack of facts.
Damnit, left out the Beriev Be-200 which is still in service.
I doubt the parachute would be much use below a couple of hundred ft (other than to shroud the wreckage).
I doubt the parachute would be much use below a couple of hundred ft…
In another lifetime I was told a certain ejection seat would work if the plane was inverted at 200 feet. I asked how that was possible seeing as how you were being fired out by a rocket pointed at the ground. I was then told of some magic called a compensating tip up rocket that allegedly turned the seat skyward to get enough altitude that the chute would work. I asked if anyone actually tested it. I was told that if the plane was upside down at 200 feet you were probably going to die, so one didn’t have much to lose by testing it right then, and that I asked too many questions.
With this thing, unlike a regular parachute, it is deployed ballistically and allegedly good down to about 20 feet. It is really quite clever the way it deploys not only up, but out and if it works as advertised, beats the alternative. Watch the video, it is pretty cool to see how it works – gets full deployment while on the ground.
Unless there’s some specific moment for it, they seem to be very enthusiastically avoiding discussing how much noise the thing makes . . .
A lot seeing as how it is not really a jet pack but a ducted fan pack.
avoiding discussing how much noise the thing makes
But imagine the entrance you could make, at each hole, over and over again. A deafening high-pitched whine fills the air, shattering concentration within a two-mile radius, as bunker sand blows into other players’ eyes, hampering their attempts to dodge the objects and debris being scattered by the down-thrust.
‘Korean tourist fined £33,000 for mid-air rampage when cabin crew asked him to stop doing yoga: Authorities said he refused to return to his seat, threatened crew members and passengers and shoved his wife… Court records said he threatened to kill passengers and was yelling that there is no god.’
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/07/29/korean-tourist-fined-33000-for-violent-mid-air-rampage-when-plan/
Kneel, peasants!
Kneel, peasants!
There’s a lot of bacon involved.
Pork fat rules.
Kneel, peasants!
Sorry, Texas, Iowa has you beat with Deep Fried Butter on a Stick.
Each serving comes with a free defibrillator.
I’ve always been rather fond of the ultra hyperextended dance mix of John Cage’s 4:33
The death metal version has its moments.
Google Play is asking me if I’d like to “relive the big hair decade” with some heavily discounted 80s compilations.
The day has taken an alarming turn.
Heh!!!
Oh, Just say no.
You haven’t relived the 80s until you listen to the Baby I Love Your Way/Free Bird medley. (It hit #1 in America.)
I don’t get why people say 80s Elton John is so naff.
Re: True sizes of countries…
Only way to do it properly.
http://i.snag.gy/LnwVF.jpg
Surprised XKCD forgot this one.
You had to know this was coming.
Apparently, Venezuela’s “Ministry of Popular Power for Social Process of Work” assumes nobody saw The Killing Fields.
Ah yes. Socialism. But next time it’ll work, no doubt about it.
@Spiny.
Right. Corvée always works so well. Of course, I’m thinking of Mao’s “Great Leap Forward,” which only cost 45 million lives.
Perhaps Maduro assumes nobody knows about Nicolae Ceaușescu either.
Ah yes. Socialism. But next time it’ll work, no doubt about it.
It works for the Party members, every time.
What, you meant something else?
Okay, who broke the blog?
Aaaannnd, now it’s back.
Kneel, peasants!
“Recently I was lucky enough to be the 10,000th attendee at the State Fair in Texas . . .
The true sizes of countries.
Oh, Dear . . . .
I’m rather amused at the idea of Glasgow becoming the capital city of everything, but I can just hear the commentary when Prince Philip finds out that Not only does he live in Los Angeles, but he’s only a short drive up the coast from Brussels . . .