Friday Ephemera
They strike when you’re asleep. (h/t, Damian) // Geometric cakes. // Size comparisons. // A brief history of curry. // Could you flush 240lbs of mercury down a toilet? If you’re going to try this, use the neighbour’s toilet. // How to build a human heart. // What happened to the flags on the Moon? // Nightsatan and the Loops of Doom is a post-apocalyptic synthesizer film. // Orson Welles does Dickens. // “Mister Doctor?” Oh Mads. // Dog and friend. // Four strings. // Outfolded is a game. // When you’re hungry but not that hungry. // Trash birds and other beasts. // The thrill of male baldness: “My hair is like another appendage.” // “An Australian tradesman has been bitten by a venomous spider on the penis for a second time.” // And then, mid-air, his propeller fell off.
They strike when you’re asleep.
And then there are the varieties one finds on the back roads of Australia . . .
“What is the purpose of a propeller?”
“to keep the pilot cool.”
“eh?”
“Yes. Watch him sweat when it stops moving.”
Size comparisons.
Size comparisons.
Four strings.
Coke bottle.
“An Australian tradesman has been bitten by a venomous spider on the penis for a second time.”
. . . . . . . I really recommend getting a different hobby.
Or.
One day a hunter took his trusty Winchester to the mountains to hunt for a spider. He hid behind a rock that overlooked a beautiful valley and waited.
Soon a spider appeared by the stream which ran through the valley. The hunter aimed and fired. When the smoke cleared he couldn’t see the spider.
Then there was a tap, tap, tap on his shoulder.
The man turned around and there was the spider, standing 7 feet high, towering over him. The spider said, “you tried to shoot me didn’t you?” To which the Hunter replied, “Yes, I’m afraid I did.” “Well,” said the spider, “in that case you will have to give me a blow job.
Having no choice in the matter, the Hunter did as he was told.
That night the Hunter was really angry and vowed to get revenge. So the next day he went to the same spot, only this time he brought a huge elephant gun. Once again the spider appeared and the hunter fired. After the smoke cleared the hunter couldn’t see no carcass.
Tap, tap, tap. “You tried to shoot me didn’t you?”
“Why, yes, I’m afraid I did.”
“Well take your pants down and bend over. I’m going to have to screw you up the ass. Having no choice the Hunter did what he was told.
That night the Hunter was really, really angry and resolved that he would get the spider no matter what.
This time he brought an M60. He went to the same spot and waited until the spider appeared by the stream. He fired off fifty rounds. When the smoke cleared, he couldn’t see the spider.
Tap, tap, tap. “You tried to shoot me didn’t you?”
The Hunter Gulped. “Yes, I’m afraid I did.”
The spider thought for a moment then said, “You don’t come here for the hunting, do you?”
And then, mid-air, his propeller fell off.
P: Whining sound heard on #2 engine shutdown.
S: Pilot removed from aircraft.
. . . . . . . I really recommend getting a different hobby.
Singapore jails Amos Yee for religious ‘insult’
. . . ‘k, so equal opportunity application is very nice, but, ah, no, that’s not the sort of hobby _I_ would recommend . . .
And then, mid-air, his propeller fell off.
Back in the day, private pilot flight instructors would switch off an engine without notice periodically to see if the student could do an emergency restart. Alternatively, they would inform the student that the engine was toast and instruct the student to find a suitable place to land and then bring the aircraft down on approach to 5000 feet or so before restarting the engine. Even when the student knows the instructor will restart the engine, it’s still a nerve-wracking experience.
A pork bun is very nice, but the weather could have been better.
@Hal,
The pork bun in quo was purchased here. Evidently it’s right behind 7-Eleven in popularity among the Taiwanese.
. . . . the weather could have been better.
And does bring back memories . . . . _If_ I have the references correct, I met Elsie and then Nadine when I was living in Taichung . . . .
Four strings?
32 fingers …
R.Sherman: I would have been royally pissed off if my CFI had actually shut down the engine, instead of going to idle & feather. Did yours really kill the engine in flight?
Bitten twice on the penis by a Red spider? It could be worse:
http://buzzkenya.com/sorence-owiti-opiyo-kisumu-manhood-size/
Someone else having a bad day…
https://twitter.com/peachesanscream/status/781782107500740608
@Fred4
Yep. We were at 8k AGL. He was old school. Sixty-five knots at 5500 AGL gave you about 10 minutes and 12 miles +/- to find a place to put it down. Funny what we remember after 30+ years.
A brief history of curry.
That’s a cultural appropriation smorgasbord.
As someone whose hair has accelerated its escape plan in recent months, I hoped the baldness video would be as comforting as the article the other week about dying.
Alas I’m now looking forward to dying more than going bald.
I hoped the baldness video would be as comforting as the article the other week about dying.
No refunds, credit note only.
[ Runs fingers through hair. ]
four strings
Two Glocks
Two Glocks
The bit of reloading during Old MacDonald Had A Gun is a very nice touch.
In case you missed it, one more Friday Link: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/business/wp/2016/09/29/is-your-dogs-halloween-costume-sexist/
Could come in handy in heavy traffic
Drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, especially when you add in raccoons
I came over here for light relief after reading at Vox Day’s place about how the collapse of Western Civilisation seems to involve bites from a rabid, syphilitic mongoose. (No, Hillary wasn’t mentioned.)
I drop in, and find entire taxonomic groups in a state of disorder which would horrify downtown Detroit (at first, I typed “Detriot”).
It’s all too much. I am away to my bed, after very carefully checking underneath.
I wanted to post this here before I forgot where I found it. Seems ephemerish to me.
Toto’s “Africa” in gaelic.