Friday Ephemera
At last, pre-distressed sneakers, only $590. // One for the high-culture cineastes among you. // Oh, the humanities. // The soft, autonomous robots are coming. // Sir Anthony Hopkins is having a spot of bother with his legions of pleasure-giving robots. // It’s a bourbon-chocolate sauce, obviously. // Blank windows. // The many pauses of Gene Wilder. // First woman on the Moon. (h/t, dicentra) // A little project for the weekend. // Always clean things with lasers. Except, perhaps, your face. // A dog’s life. // A well done burger drop. // You goat mail. // For making things. // On radiation dosage. // This. // “Social justice” in action. // It’s meatier than the average slug. // On stop-motion. // If you think you’ve had a rough day. // And finally, a personal one-seat anti-insect tent.
One for the high-culture cineastes among you.
Particular advertising would prolly help the festival. Ffolkes, rather than North Sea Hijack tends to be the better known title.
Admiral Brindsen: I suppose you’re one of those fellows who does the Times crossword puzzle in ten minutes.
Ffolkes: I have *never* taken ten minutes.
Sir Anthony Hopkins is having a spot of bother with his legions of pleasure-giving robots.
This one looks like it could be interesting . . . .
Blank windows.
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That’s not a spiral staircase. It’s helical. A spiral would narrow as it rises.
The many pauses of Gene Wilder.
I’m reminded of why having small hands is a requirement for working in TV or radio;
Wee paws for station identification.
And finally, a personal one-seat anti-insect tent.
From the comments:
In the second photo that soccer ball is clearly wearing bondage gear… What kind of game is this?
At blankwindows.com all I got was an utterly blank white browser screen. It was really quite soothing, at least until I realized I was blocking a script.
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‘Twere better that you leave it empty UN-intentionally.
Also, didn’t JJ Abrams get “Dollhouse” out of his system?
Guess not. But as reboots go, that looks like a helluvua concept.
Hope it works.
Always clean things with lasers.
*Looks at sink*
I need one for the dishes.
I need one for the dishes.
A 1000W laser should handle most things, except of course dried-on Weetabix. For that, you have to just bury the bowls in the garden and move on with your life.
The soft, autonomous [self-replicating] robots are coming.
We are entirely too stupid to survive ourselves.
The replies to that joke about the first woman on the moon are intensely depressing
Weirdly, one of the guys complaining about misogyny is apparently a game developer involved with the Duke Nukem franchise. Either that franchise has changed considerably since the 90’s, or the man is an outstanding hypocrite.
Weirdly, one of the guys complaining about misogyny is apparently a game developer involved with the Duke Nukem franchise.
I’d assumed his comment was sarcastic – apparently, I was mistaken. But it is strange how the joke in itself is (mildly) funny because it notes a tendency that’s more common in women than men, at least in my experience, and then somehow becomes funnier than it ought to be, or more charged, because it’s now an observation one isn’t supposed to make.
In the second photo that soccer ball is clearly wearing bondage gear… What kind of game is this?
A deleted scene from the movie Victory?
They’re remaking Westworld? I hope they have a CGI Yul Brynner.
I’d assumed his comment was sarcastic – apparently, I was mistaken. But it is strange how the joke in itself is (mildly) funny because it notes a tendency that’s more common in women than men, at least in my experience…
I laughed anyway. My partner doesn’t do it but the stereotype is common enough.
Great. Now I want a burger.
The first woman on the moon gag would have been better with the line: “If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you”.
At last, pre-distressed sneakers, only $590.
The bottom of my wardrobe must be worth a fortune.
“Ffolkes, rather than North Sea Hijack tends to be the better known title.”
With James Mason and Anthony Perkins, as I recall. Not a bad movie, but then back in the early ’80s it was on cable every ten minutes.
One for the high-culture cineastes among you.
Oh, come on, The Man Who Haunted Himself is worth it if only the Lamborghini Islero that co-stars with Roger Moore.
Ladies and gentlemen, feminist theory:
Apparently, “there are no norms… in nature,” and “female and male are not natural but social categories.”
At last, pre-distressed sneakers, only $590.
Some guitar manufactures are notorious for this silliness, Fender chief among them. Custom shop distressed Strat, $4960, normal custom shop Strat $2900. For a mere two large, you too can look like you actually play the thing. “Custom shop” are not actually custom as in bespoke, just made in a different shop than the seriously mass produced Fenders (about $1300 for an American Standard, $600 for one Hecho en Mexico).
Gibson hasn’t bought into this nonsense near as whole sale as Fender, but on the rare occasions they do, the price differential is even worse.
Ladies and gentlemen, feminist theory:
Modern feminism in practice.
Heh.
From the “feminist theory” link:
As there are no norms or values in nature, normative categories are social constructions.
To quote P.J. O’Rourke, “What the fuck!?! I mean, ‘What the fucking fuck!?!?!?'” (Love the bold, unsubstantiated assertion, BTW, directed at those of like mind who will be undoubtedly nodding their heads in agreement.)
Setting aside the question of “values” in nature, a term and phrase which is extraordinarily vague, inasmuch as it could mean classic morality or ethics versus an instinctive desire to pursue Darwinian imperatives, there are no “norms” in nature? Really? Why science, then? Why investigate anything? Why bother with observation, inferential reasoning, prediction? If nothing in “nature,” i.e. the observable universe, can be considered a “norm,” then we are approaching psychosis as an individual virtue, a place where reality has not meaning behind what’s going on in my own head at any given moment.
Geez Louise in a chicken basket with an order of slaw.
I liked the radiation dose chart. Unfortunately he hasn’t solved the problem that the danger is often in the dose rate rather than the dose itself. He does allude to the problem a few times. It’s difficult; I don’t have a solution either – maybe a companion chart?
The other feature of presentations of the dangers of radiation that is testing is to explain why a particular dose rate that is reckoned awfully dangerous at a nuclear reactor might be reckoned trifling in a hospital. Explaining the irrational is peculiarly taxing.
Ladies and gentlemen, feminist theory
Cargo cult thinking.
Gibson hasn’t bought into this nonsense near as whole sale as Fender, but on the rare occasions they do, the price differential is even worse.
Worse? Or standard? After all, a musician is merely going to buy an instrument, is going to buy the standard priced instrument, and then play the instrument, and over time will see how well the instrument plays.
For both Fender and Gibson and anyone else, when it comes to any instrument that has been tinkered with, a musician is not the one buying.
A hipster and its money—or the parent’s money—are soon parted.
Physics yourself out of that hole
Sorcery!
I suppose you’re one of those fellows who does the Times crossword puzzle in ten minutes.
I’m an alleged “wordsmith” and I always use a pencil, and I’ve never finished a Sunday Times puzzle without cheating.
I guess that’s what I get for majoring in Spanish: my English vocabulary is stunted.
Also, didn’t JJ Abrams get “Dollhouse” out of his system?
?!?!?!?!!!!
Oh, dear.
Had only skimmed the announcements of the new Westworld as they went by, but then again the saving bit for this production is that while Abrams has gotten listed there, it’s with the note of being only one of three executive producers.
—For a detailed explanation of what passes for administrative thought in HollywoodIsh, see How To Steal A Million Dollars . . . When you’ve finished that, read the rest, or better yet, buy the book, using David’s link.
Why, yes, and as I was reading Cole’s book, I was indeed rather enjoying the mental imagery of what the very doable Hollywood Misadventures series would look like on screen . . . . .
Guess not. But as reboots go, that looks like a helluvua concept.
Hope it works.
Redoing Westworld as a series could be fun, and ideally actually workable, rather than what was attempted of a remake of The Prisoner a few years back . . . .
Thanks, Hal. I now have an urge to watch the delectable Audrey Hepburn and the rakish Peter O’Toole dashing elegantly about in 1960s Paris. Now, where did I leave my DVD?
Alternet writer: “Communism liberated 100s of millions of people from slavery”
https://twitter.com/J_Bloodworth/status/665513685574688768
Thanks, Hal. . . .
???!!! again . . Oh, got it, ‘k, I’ll grant that the movie does look interesting . . .
Albeit quite on another hand, as Allan Cole reports . . .
I believe the term is slow news day.
I believe the term is slow news day..
That, or breaking news.
How to Steal a Million, starring the oddest little car and hat combo seen in any movie, anywhere.
Also, How has an example of the WORST firearms safety ever. Who keeps a loaded flintlock pistol on a display plaque in the front hall?
Communism liberated
This reminds me of a remark I made to my son the other day, after flipping past some History-Channel-ish thing a about (of course) Nazis.
Isn’t it remarkable that the only villain worth mentioning of the whole 20th Century is Hitler?
Listen up, all you 17-year-olds – I’m gonna save you $250K in tuition, right here:
1. The only scientist: Einstein
2. The only villain: Hitler
3. The only slaveholders: American Southerners
4. The only author: Toni Morrison
5. The only good US president: John Kennedy
6. The only acceptable butt-of-jokes: Middle aged middle-class American white males.
7. The only way to make the world better: Raise taxes
8. The only direction policy can change: Leftward
9. Where does advanced technology come from: Apple
10. Where does money come from: Parents and any other folk older and paler than you
Reading the above list constitutes acceptance of this contract. Only certified checks accepted in payment.
No credit notes.
I believe the term is slow news day.
California tackles the same problem as Grimsby’s. Now all they have to do is get the cows to hold it in.
Re: the woman on the moon joke. I told that one to my mom a few months ago. She nearly bust a gut laughing.
Re: Feminist Theory.
…now I know what the characters in H.P. Lovecraft stories felt like upon first glimpsing the interior of the Necronomicon.
now I know what the characters in H.P. Lovecraft stories felt like upon first glimpsing the interior of the Necronomicon.
Ha! … new book: Miskatonic U as modern university considers the people of Dunwich as ‘oppressed’ for their non-conforming religion.
BTW, it is an excellent read.
One redeeming feature of the story of the Lyft driver beratement, prolly the only one, was when I searched for it on YouTube to show my wife, this hilarious commercial came up first. This is for some new kind of super duct tape, even better than gorilla tape. If Fiber Fix is anywhere as good as this commercial, they’re gonna make zillions.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=niQr5Nh4vzk
I always thought Alice Kramden would be the first woman on the moon.
If Fiber Fix is anywhere as good as this commercial, they’re gonna make zillions.
“Like the toenails of a brawny woman.”
How to Steal a Million, starring the oddest little car and hat combo seen in any movie, anywhere.
If you want to cast Audrey Hepburn in a horror film, tell her you’re taking away her Givenchy and she has to wear off-the-rack.
I’m getting some Fiber Fix.
The commercial is wonderful
If you want to cast Audrey Hepburn in a horror film, tell her you’re taking away her Givenchy and she has to wear off-the-rack.
The problem with that assertion is that she could wear off-the-rack, and still make it look like was wearing Givenchy. One of my friends once said that she could wear a bin-bag, and she’d still look like a million dollars.
So who dressed Hepburn in Wait Until Dark?
(On this device I cant do the net search easily.)
So who dressed Hepburn in Wait Until Dark?
(On this device I cant do the net search easily.)
Even IMDb wandered off into the obscure . . . .
During the credits there is no credit for costumes, this is because Audrey Hepburn herself picked the clothes she wore from the stores in Paris.
Holy fucking crap, the laser….the laser…..want one….
Warning! Do not stare into laser with remaining eye!
How did they all know his name was Bruno? Was it on his collar? Did he tell them?
I gotta know, man; I gotta know!