Friday Ephemeraren’t
Once again, you’ll have to throw together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I will, however, set the ball rolling with an unorthodox approach to convenient and accessible public transport, an improvisational robotic marimba player, and news from the world of niche attractions, where “scholars have identified the northern coast of Colombia as a hotbed of man-goat coitus.”
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
Indeed.
Thankfully they didn’t do a full symphony.
That is a very big Coq!
Sooo, do I report to the Scold-O-matt myself or will there be someone to drag me off there?
Monorail train passing right through a building? Unorthodox, yes, but….
A full brazilian | apparently people don’t always admire a serious collector | not all astronomy geeks are cool, even today | which is a shame as some things in space are WTF?
That is a very big Coq!
Sooo, do I report to the Scold-O-matt myself or will there be someone to drag me off there?
Oh, piffle. This cock is bigger, and it’s dressed up in a harness, too. And then there’s my favorite Dick shot.
Some idiot decides to stage some part of Fahrenheit 451.
An enjoyable part of the internet I’ve been playing on lately.
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
A case of life imitating art?
A lonely Japanese man who amassed more than six tons of porn died when a huge pile of magazines fell on top of him.
Old school.
A miracle breakthrough of great personal significance.
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
Was it exposed to gamma radiation?
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
Ah say, ah say. Boy!
“An enjoyable part of the internet I’ve been playing on lately.”
Hey, do Laurie Penny and a Maltese.
(Ummm, I just realized my request could be interpreted different ways)
A miracle breakthrough of great personal significance
Now that is genuinely important. Ephemeraren’t indeed. I mean, this is Fermat’s last theorem territory.
A miracle breakthrough of great personal significance
Perlman is a prolific inventor, but I think he’s overlooked something here. “I wanted to change the wine bottle itself,” he says. “I didn’t want there to be the additional cost ….” Who does he think will ultimately pay the price for bottle manufacturers re-designing and re-tooling their plant?
With practice, drip-free pouring from a standard bottle is possible. And that learning process even has health benefits!
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
For 10 seconds I was convinced it was a man in a chicken suit.
For 10 seconds I was convinced it was a man in a chicken suit.
I think it’s about to renegotiate its place in the food chain.
not all astronomy geeks are cool
Wow. That article is a quite savage take-down of Neil deGrasse Tyson. However, having viewed a few of the Cosmos episodes, I have to agree that they were fairly … boring? Whether that was the fault of Neil deGrasse Tyson himself, or the series producers, is another question entirely.
Colombia.
Unless the South Carolina city has suddenly become coastal.
Colombia.
Gah. That’s what I get for throwing these things together late at night. Fixed.
This is a sad and sobering thing:
Always at war against the truth and reality, Leftists increasingly let slip the worst truth: that eugenics is the end game of all social engineering.
I’m old enough to remember when all the sci-fi writers portrayed such a thing as dystopia.
broadcast regulations that restrict images of happy people with Down syndrome. Such images are undesirable, regulators argue, since they could give second thoughts to women who have sought abortions.
Bizarre. It seems rather unfair – and insulting – to people with Down Syndrome and their families. I couldn’t access the whole WSJ article, which is paywalled, but I did find the clip of Ms Ségard’s big moment.
Whomever interviewed this guy must be the best poker player in the world. Or perhaps he’s just trolling us.
Also, am I the only one who thinks he looks like Black Hitler?
Whomever interviewed this guy must be the best poker player in the world.
And the lady in the relationship is machine washable, so there’s that.
Where are all the racists objecting to that mixed marriage?
I’m not a “people person,”
Well, yes.
Always at war against the truth and reality, Leftists increasingly let slip the worst truth: that eugenics is the end game of all social engineering.
I’m old enough to remember when all the sci-fi writers portrayed such a thing as dystopia.
To be fair, popular rightists aren’t far behind. At the rate they’re going, with a life extension pill from everybody’s newly-favorite federal “space exploration” collective we’ll live forever in Skynet with the help of the spawn of Good Socialisms RynoCare and Medicare as Minority Report-like interconnected cars Keep Us Safe on the way to and from appointments.
We’re further reliably advised by these bastions of “libertarian” sensibility that our utopian future instead lies no further than Mars, where for like ten billion quid a man, presumably we’ll golf the balmy days away along the ocean.
Well, SumDumGuy, he’s been at it a while.
They really went downhill after their second album.
That doll guy looks familiar. Was he on one of Louis Theroux’s shows a few years ago?
A miracle breakthrough of great personal significance.
Does this mean you don’t use a straw?
I’m picturing something classier
Devilbunny – Glad they’ve been able to make it work. So many couples split up at the first sign of trouble, is reality refreshing to see someone making it work.
Does anyone else think that Davecat looks like Dennis Kucinich?
. . . having viewed a few of the Cosmos episodes, I have to agree that they were fairly … boring?
Extremely recommended, not the least for sometimes being hysterically funny.
not all astronomy geeks are cool, even today
A rather similar sort of review of Dan Brown.
—Among the assorted reviews of James Lovegrove’s The Age Of Zeus, is a statement of “the kind of complex, action-oriented SF Dan Brown would write if Dan Brown could write.”
Strongly second Hal’s recommendation for Burke’s Connections (at least the first season).
Although I suppose I should post a trigger warning regarding the extreme 70s-ness of some of the otherwise estimable Mr. Burke’s attire. If I am recalling correctly…
Whoops!
Whoops!
Someone’s getting a new washing machine. And jewellery. And a car.
And over at Mr Newman’s, this may amuse:
Arf.
Strongly second Hal’s recommendation for Burke’s Connections . . .
Oh, yes, and also The Day The Universe Changed . . .
Although I suppose I should post a trigger warning regarding the extreme 70s-ness of some of the otherwise estimable Mr. Burke’s attire.
Well, he is dressed quite conventionally, and therefore wearing clothing . . . remember that from there, only an unfortunately few years later was the start of the undoubted, bar nothing, butt-ugliest decade of the entire 20th century.
James Bloody Burke
Or is it?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82GUX_NA7AU
Or is it?
Heh. I hadn’t seen that sketch since I was a wee sapling.
the undoubted, bar nothing, butt-ugliest decade of the entire 20th century
Nothing beats the 1970s for butt-ugliness.
Nothing.
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This will come as a surprise to no one: Rachel Dolezal is a badly damaged person who loathes herself so badly that she’s desperate to be anyone but herself.
Who knows how much of her memoir corresponds with reality? Like most disordered personalities, she reimagines the past in whichever way best suits her current delusions and expects everyone else to accept her narrative.
I feel sorry for the little girl who was made to hate herself; I have contempt for people who uncritically go along with her “race as a social construct” nonsense.
Oh, dicentra, you beat me to the Lileks link.
I hang my head in shame.
I finally cracked. I am so sick of these “women” (or whatever…)
Here, check out these women instead: (I’ve met both. They are amazing.)
Director USPTO
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_K._Lee
Senior Project Engineer at Edwards AFB / NASA Dryden, SR-71
https://www.facebook.com/maryfshafer
Who knows how much of her memoir corresponds with reality? Like most disordered personalities, she reimagines the past in whichever way best suits her current delusions and expects everyone else to accept her narrative.
Dolezal absolutely trips my Cluster B radar. It does make me wonder what she’s been through.
Nothing beats a selection of the 1970s decor for butt-ugliness.
One does get a definite impression of where those costume “designers” of the Nineteen Empties got their initial inspiration.
—At one point during the fiasco that followed the ‘Seventies, there was at least one summary statement claiming to be from the “designers”, being, as I recall; Yes, it’s all true, we’re completely messing with y’all, and we just left out the last must have item . . We were going to also add the football helmet as the finishing touch to completely match the rest of the costume, but we couldn’t figure out how to get all our signatures to fit on just one helmet.
. . . the fiasco that followed the ‘Seventies . . .
I’m reminded that 1993 was close enough to the fiasco to provide an excellent contrast of the ‘Empties being observed by everything before . . . !
Morning, all.
Someone’s getting a new washing machine. And jewellery. And a car.
Speaking of jewelry….
“Our bodies, our choices” only applies to one particular choice.
Speaking of jewellery….
“A group” meaning the kind of spiteful monomaniacs you should never entrust with car keys, electrical cabling, or babysitting duties.
Speaking of jewellery….
Oh, what a charming billboard . . . The store and its new found aficionados would certainly seem to be ideal for each other.
It seems there is a burgeoning market for the Scold-O-Mat 9000. Any plans for mass production, David?
Oh, what a charming billboard . . .
Very much so as it plays off the general understanding that throwing rocks at women, or people in general, is not ok. Claiming an exemption when the “rocks” are jewels is quite amusing to anyone who isn’t looking for an excuse to be offended.
We were going to also add the football helmet as the finishing touch to completely match the rest of the costume
The large shoulder pads for women came about because the 1980s saw an unprecedented number of women both graduating from postsecondary education and taking white collar/professional jobs. There was quite a bit of handwringing about how to be Taken Seriously At The Office; the office heels, upteased hair and wide shoulder flares were a way of appearing physically larger and thus less likely to be dismissed by an office culture where the male hierarchy was at least partially influenced by physical size.
. . . were a way of appearing physically larger and thus less likely to be . .
. . . taken seriously by anyone the least familiar with other cargo cults.
During the same period, the adults effortlessly remained beyond anyone who was wearing football pads.
Debbie giving a blow job, and other questionable decisions.
not all astronomy geeks are cool, even today
You’re aware that WWII was not fought during the 1980s, right?
You’re aware that WWII was not fought during the 1980s, right?
Right,
Where in WWII we see a relatively tiny adult woman who continues being an adult.
And then we get to the undoubted, bar nothing, butt-ugliest decade of the entire 20th century, the Nineteen ‘Empties. As noted, the rather insignificant children resort to . . . the office heels, upteased hair and wide shoulder flares . . . which left the practitioner of such looking and no doubt feeling like some sort of surreal pastiche of circus clown—while noting that alone being an utter insult to circus clowns.
Utterly unsurprisingly, with Hopper as an example of what the adults were doing at the time,
Even in the depths of the Nineteen Empties . . .
. . . there were adults who dressed as adults.