Friday Ephemera
Careful, children. It smells like human. // Tweet of note. (h/t, Damian) // Nosulus Rift. // HDR rocket test. // He wants all the oranges. // Puny Godzilla. // Keep very still. Their vision is based on movement. // A Firing Line compilation. // Kings Road punks, 1978. // Kings Road punks and New Romantics, 1981. // Classical mash-up. // At last, a rotating house. // Jihad interrupted. // The effects of Aliens. // Arrival. // His charcoal drawings are better than yours. // Hardcore victimology: “The idea of health is ableist.” (h/t, Julia) // Face for the paranoid. // And finally, uncannily, a stroboscopic picture frame of note.
…24 hour subway…
So aside from a day train it it will become a
The discussion above (about the sub-cultures of the sensory-impaired, not the hench-lesbians [or a harem thereof]) reminded me of the following passage from Greg Egan’s Border Guards on the reaction to the development of technology that made individuals effectively immortal:
A troop of henchlesbians.
That chemistry paper was so idiotic it was hard to read any of it without shouting out loud in anger. Chemists don’t believe that there are any ideal gases (although dilute helium comes close) nor any ideal solutions — they are ideals so that we can discuss the nature of the deviations. No chemist I have every met (and I did post-graduate chemistry) was even remotely a Platonist, so all that rot about moving away from “male” Platonism was just so much wasted paper.
The very nature of Chemistry (as very distinct from Physics) is that it is a messy discipline with lots of exceptions and competing rules. (And most chemists hate Physical Chemistry, which is indeed quite hard and way too mathematical for them.)
You might as well argue that the concept of electrons is patriarchal, because some people believe there is only one of them.
A troop of henchlesbians.
No, that belongs to the Cavalry, though it has been co-opted by various scout groups. However, if you had mounted henchlesbians, I suppose they could be a troop in that case.
A perimeter of henchlesbians. Obviously.
Many thanks for that clip from the Firing Line. Been exploring those on line. Really excellent discussions. (I would say a pod of henchlesbians but I am an unreformed member of the patriarchy)
if you had mounted henchlesbians
Shame on me for the image that crossed my mind!
A squat. Henchlesbians come in squats.
David, Regarding the Venerial Word Question, obviously you have two choices here.
1. Be democratic and put up a surveymonkey poll.
2. It’s your site, they’re your henchlesbians, so you decide.
Ooh! how about option 3. Ask Penny?
If you go with option 3, please give us warning so we can stock up on popcorn and bodyarmor.
I didn’t know a troop of baboons were mounted!
“herd of democrats”
A death rattle of democrats?
There are 4 correct answers when referring to a group of henchlesbians.
A thunder, a vibration, a tugboat and a scrotum.