Friday Ephemera
They grow up so quickly. (h/t, Tim) // Swedish ladies gymnastics, 1905. // At last, black ice cream. // Sweaty vest and power loader not included. // London’s ganglands. // Thomas Sowell on the greed fallacy. // Battle of the sexes. (h/t, Obo) // Iceberg Alley. // His name was Bill Hitler. // 200-watt laser bazooka brings instant death to cardboard and balloons. // Cargo cult. // One-bean cup of coffee. // On earworms and chewing gum. // Tiny shrimp tempura. // Irony. // Robot game-play is an acquired taste. // Robot knife game. // An interview with a serial killer. (h/t, Jordan Peterson) // Recognition. // Morricone and Theremin. // Anamorphic sculptures. // If you fix the stars in place. // Artificial uterus. // Rutland State Fair, 1941. // And finally, the Great Emu War of 1932.
wtp: How odd that you should mention the H-L. Tucked away in a forgotten corner of the liquor cabinet, cleverly hidden under a grubby jar labeled “Marmite / Vintage: 1956”, was what turned out to be a spare key to the upstairs hot tub & spa suite. Where I am presently relaxing with an 18 year old MacAllan in one hand, and a 20 year old [ reception failed at this point in the transcript. ]
Well nice to see Rosmary Woods is still getting work. I assumed she was dead. Still doesn’t ‘splain wtf happened to the Night Train. There also seems to be a quality control problem in the Hench-LESBIAN department of Human Resources.
WTP: Did you just assume my gender and/or sexual preference/spectrum location? Huh? You troglodyte!
And to think I was told this was a classy joint…
and now, that 20 year old is crying…
I can’t even.
Fatty III
Btw I located a copy of the Chip Bok cartoon that Hal graced us with at http://www.creators.com , which at first glance looks like it might have lots of interesting material of various sorts.
Where I am presently relaxing with an 18 year old MacAllan in one hand, and a 20 year old . . .
. . . the DC cinematic universe and the . .
. . . . wouldn’t that apply to a good deal of the JLA over time? Certainly Diana Prince . . .
It’s official DC canon that Superman wasn’t born until he emerged from the gestation matrix in the pod that carried him to Earth, therefore making him born on US soil and eligible for the Presidency.
What?
It’s official DC canon that Superman wasn’t born until he emerged from the gestation matrix in the pod that carried him to Earth,
Oh, right;
A) Hmmm. Interesting.
B)—but we are noting comic book history here . . .
Crisis On Infinite Earths
The New Ffty Two
Superman Red Son
Which Superman?!?!
So there was a commie Superman. Doesn’t surprise me. Never trusted that SOB.
Which Superman?!?!
Yes, exactly.
Although the thing that rankles me about that comic is that pre-1986, when Superman was still space alien Jesus, DC made a lot of noise about how pathologically law-abiding he was. I recall an offhand comment that he’d received official permission from each nation on Earth to enter their airspace without warning so he could respond to crises. The notion that Superman wouldn’t have ensured he was a legal citizen of the US as soon as legally possible is farcical on the face of it.
Sweaty vest and power loader not included.
Of course, there is also one’s point of view.
No, not about the surreally silly things that must be claiming to be shoes merely because they’re placed around feet, but rather . . .