Friday Ephemera
Click and listen. // Cats wearing hats made from their own hair. An allergy nightmare but a fashion triumph. // For a limited time only. // Valaida croons, gets groovy. // Incongruity. // Swapperoo is a game. // “For everyday essentials, like brandy, teabags and Tupperware.” // The Fondoodler also has a “cheese propulsion valve.” // What fungus does in the dark. // This. // That. // A bit of the other. // Canned whole chicken. Because it can be done. // Educators of note. // So ladies, is this ageism or body-shaming? // “When the bass drops, so does the dance floor.” // OK Go. // On poverty misconceived. // The things you can do with some laser-cut paper and patience. // More joys of public transport. // And finally, “Cherry pits and one hazelnut were visible with the naked eye.”
‘Fondoodler’ sounds like what you get when you add fondling to – well, you know.
Guy recreates famous movie scenes with his cat.
Kids today with their fancy cheese product caulking gun tools. Why, in my day, we had to squeeze our cheese the old-fashioned, manly way!
[ While searching for the above image I came across this, which is, well…
maybe something for David’s “art” archives. ]
Lemme guess: Japan?
Click and listen.
Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna start using proxies. {O.O}
At least that chicken thing is not as bad as this horror!
OK, I’ll stop now.
At least that chicken thing is not as bad as this horror!
Weeelllll . . . albeit I remember that being a relatively old one . . . .
And, of the same sort . . .
“What fungus does in the dark”
Wow, I didn’t realise my cruris did THAT?!
I’ve always thought it was the chosen lady-friend for the evening being frisky.
And finally, “Cherry pits and one hazelnut were visible with the naked eye.”
Somehow, I knew where that was going, and yet…I still clicked the link…
Game on.
Self-styed expert on capitalism is defeated by sofa purchase. Presumably, in her anti-capitalist world, sofas would just be there, for free, along with everything else she might need, wherever she chooses to nest. This empowered, omnicompetent 30-year-old woman has “never bought furniture before” and doesn’t have any idea where you might go to do it. You see, she’s been “busy writing books and living precariously.”
Self-styed expert on capitalism is defeated by sofa purchase.
Wants riots and communist revolution. Can’t cope with DFS.
Wants riots and communist revolution. Can’t cope with DFS.
Heh. Well, quite. And it occurs to me that if you’re in your 30s and still sleeping on friends’ sofas, you may want to rethink your life choices.
#AnInspirationToUsAll
“Ugh, capitalism” should be “ugh, I’m an idiot”.
Self-styed expert on capitalism is defeated by sofa purchase.
Hmmm.
Lesseee . . . .
“Ugh, capitalism” should be “ugh, I’m an idiot”.
Well, the occasional “Ugh, I chose poorly” might be a step in the right direction. But whatever the problem of the day is, Laurie assigns blame by default to “capitalism” or “neoliberalism” or whatever, which invariably oppresses her, regardless of the role played by her own choices. She seems to imagine that she ought to be paid well for doing whatever she wants, regardless of its worth to others, and that, being so radical and important, she ought to be able to live wherever she wants, including in one of the more expensive cities on Earth.
It doesn’t seem to occur to her that her own choices – doing a worthless degree, embracing communism, moving to London, then writing bollocks about things she evidently doesn’t understand – may not be entirely practical. At least, not if you want a nice home with furnishings you’ve chosen yourself.
“Ugh, capitalism” should be “ugh, I’m an idiot”.
For Laurie, the disarray and instability of her living arrangements – the precarity, as she puts it – is never, ever anything to do with the choices she’s made, repeatedly, or the vanities that inform them. When I think of my relatives of Laurie’s age, living in various cities, doing various jobs, and with backgrounds more humble than hers, they don’t seem to have anything like the same trouble coping with life, and they certainly don’t spend their days whining to passing strangers about how incredibly oppressed they think they are.
Presumably, in her anti-capitalist world, sofas would just be there, for free, along with everything else she might need
“I have to pay for things I want. Ugh, capitalism”
Or, “I have to act like an adult occasionally. Ugh, capitalism.”
So, basically, she’s the kind of girl that needs a man to look after her and buy her sofas?
“I have to act like an adult occasionally. Ugh, capitalism.”
Somewhat relevant:
It’s as if they don’t hear themselves.
What did you do in the Great Emu War Daddy?
But I also need a cost [?] + inexpensive sofa. Ugh, capitalism.
I have to to pay for my own groceries. Ugh, capitalism.
This empowered, omnicompetent 30-year-old woman has “never bought furniture before” and doesn’t have any idea where you might go to do it.
Jesus wept. How is it possibly to go through a British university after the late ’90s without knowing about Ikea?
I’m secretly hoping the reason she needs a new sofa is because she was staying at somebody else’s place last weekend while her
bed-hoppingpolyamorous partner stayed at her primary residence with his own piece and totally wrecked it.How is it possible to go through a British university after the late ‘90s without knowing about Ikea?
I can recommend their chili pans. But not their hot dogs, which are vile.
Wait, is Laurie still here in Boston? Because if she is, she’s looking for furniture in a city full of stores that do nothing but sell affordable furniture to college students who have never bought it before.
Wait, is Laurie still here in Boston?
Fear not, there’s an ocean between you.
For now.
“Presumably, in her anti-capitalist world, sofas would just be there, for free, along with everything else she might need, wherever she chooses to nest.”
I’m certainly not the first to say it, but this needs to become a meme. Socialism is a cargo cult.
Oh shit, she’s really let herself go
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/nov/24/standing-rock-thanksgiving-jane-fonda-dakota-access-pipeline?CMP=fb_us
“I have to pay for things I want. Ugh, capitalism”
Incidentally, it’s worth noting that while Laurie’s “precarious” lifestyle is largely the result of her own choices, she still regards it as the stuff of social signalling – in effect, a kind of boast wrapped in an appeal for sympathy. As if ostentatious borderline squalor – announced on a weekly basis – made her more edgy and credible. It’s also worth noting that this “precarious” lifestyle nonetheless encompasses a media career and extensive, seemingly endless global travel, including “occupations” of other people’s stuff, speaking engagements, TV appearances, and an invite to spend a year at Harvard, free of charge.
Just like every put-upon working girl.
Ah, Laurie Penny & Owen Jones – the Kevin and Perry of the radical left.
Fondoodler
“Craft has finally met cheese.” They missed an opportunity there! (Kraft has finally met cheese would probably be an improvement for Kraft?)
the Kevin and Perry of the radical left.
Or “Owen-goal Jones,” as some wag dubbed him.
Can’t imagine why.
May I ask what DFS is?
I tried Google, but I’m guessing given the subject matter, y’all are not talking about Distributed File Systems…
DFS.
WTP, do you want it to say something different or should we have a contest?
1. Lol, “move to cuba then you insufferable cunt” might be the best response to Laurie Penny ever.
2. Why did she ask her twitter followers instead of just googling “furniture [location]”? Must she have an audience for absolutely everything she does?
“Brb y’all I’m going for a shit and a sudoku. Gosh, why is capitalism so lame?”
3. IKEA hot dogs are the best. They’re super-cheap, and they’re hot dogs. What’s not to love?
I don’t know what’s harder, the struggle against patriarchy or the struggle to blast out yesterday’s cheese pizza
IKEA hot dogs are the best. They’re super-cheap, and they’re hot dogs. What’s not to love?
“You can taste the savings.”
Ooh, heark at David with his artisinal organic boerwurst in a fresh-baked sourdough bun
I found this:
http://www.sondrakistan.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/progs-cargocult.jpg
That.
Non-conventional sex acts AND hot dogs! http://bit.ly/2gu7xox Filth, every word…
Ooh, heark at David
Heh. Peasants.
No, I’m happy to endorse IKEA’s pots and pans, crockery, cutlery, blinds, etc. – all very affordable and all of which I’ve bought at some time or another. But IKEA hot dogs are an affront to all decency.
When I was a lad we ate fried wood shavings and considered ourselves lucky
Jonathan,
What did you do in the Great Emu War Daddy?
[ snort ]
(Update: someone on reddit linked me this photo of the actual vehicle that the emus ran off the road.)
Wait… WHAT??? You mean it’s REAL? …not a Far Side gag, or something like the Monty Python “Flying Sheep” skit?
Professor,
If you try to tell the yooung people of today that, they won’t believe you.
Speaking of Ikea. Well not really, just news from Sweden: It’s back!
For now, at any rate.
Hot Dogs