Friday Ephemera
They do this better than you do. // Chap has skillz. (h/t, Tim) // “Chestfeeding” is a thing now. // Don’t look down. // Japanese robot fighting is brutal and brisk. // Bowling ball coffee table, $1,650. // Portable barbecue suitcase. (h/t, Coudal) // Bird sounds, visualised. // The high life. // His low-altitude flying is better than yours. // Humour is not permitted. // The mysteries of dry cleaning. // Unearthing Denmark’s oldest known toilet. // Artificial intelligence merges dinosaurs with flowers and nineteenth century fruit engravings. // The wonders of state schooling. (h/t, Darleen) // Pretty but impractical. // Always respect the media. // This. (h/t, Ace) // That. // With paint, soap and oil. // For your felt fake product needs. // And finally, all too aptly, a vintage voice-over of note.
Re: Denmark’s oldest known toilet
And back then the Muslims still wouldn’t know how to use it properly. 🙂
That.
Ah, yes, the outtakes from Alien Covenant.
See also, the extra footage from Prometheus . . .
And back then the Muslims still wouldn’t know how to use it properly. 🙂
An easy example of back then the Muslims . . .
There are lots easy examples of Persian, Greek, and Egyptian Christian dhimmis being very smart and educated. Once those non-Arab cultures became completely assimilated, the Golden Age of Islam came to an end.
I’ve used outhouses (correctly, I hope). Gentlemen who are going to set a spell should swipe a stick under the seat and listen for paper crackling, the sound of a black widow web. Spiders love outhouses because flies love outhouses and a widow whose territory is suddenly invaded by huge dangling Things may express her annoyance by chomping down.
The friendliness of rural America is greatly overrated; even our wildlife is out to get you!
Speaking of wildlife, the other day a fox-like animal with no brushy tail ran across the road. Still not sure what it was; it was fox-colored, so not a coyote pup. If I see another I’ll try to get a picture.
Re: low altitude flying …
Looks like fun and games until it is you in the cockpit …
Looks like fun and games until it is you in the cockpit …
Oh, I’d love it. Number One on my bucket list is a ride in a P-51 where I can tell the pilot to “wring its neck”.
By the way, the plane the guy is flying looks pretty hot. Yummy.
(BTW, that’s not the actual aircraft in the low-flying videos, just the type.)
They do this better than you do.
The spacing is incredible.
Japanese robot fighting is brutal and brisk.
“Chestfeeding” is a thing now
The future isn’t turning out quite as I’d expected.
Humour is not permitted.
It’s like getting upset about a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug.
“Why can’t we get laid?” asked the “femme non-binary icons.”
Apparently, it’s our fault. All that “social conditioning.” Because everyone should be aroused by bearded ladies.
Jacob and Alok, like many gender nonconforming femmes, live in a world where admirers applaud them for their radical politics on social media… but refuse to make love to them.
Don’t poke the cray-cray.
Don’t poke the cray-cray.
As so often with these things, the denial of the obvious is quite remarkable. If your self-presentation screams “anomaly” or “copying error,” and is exaggerated in the name of radical politics, then the shortage of mating offers shouldn’t be entirely surprising. Garishly “non-binary” people are, inevitably, a niche sexual intrigue. It’s a bit like asking, “Why aren’t more people aroused by clowns?”
“But I’m so fabulous.”
The wonders of state schooling.
Here’s an exam for prospective Teachers in Australia in 1866.
Here’s an exam for prospective Teachers in Australia in 1866.
Standards are oppressive. I denounce you.
As someone notes in the linked Twitter thread, the board-sawing problem even comes with a visual aid, which makes the teacher’s error even more eye-widening.
I think it’s the blue lipstick. Blue is such a difficult shade to wear successfully.
Guardian journalist. “You know what to do.”
https://twitter.com/Little_G2/status/878173989880946689
Guardian journalist. “You know what to do.”
Why, it’s almost as if he’s titillated by the idea of random people being terrorised as their property is smashed and set on fire. You’d think he might at least have had the decency to publish his own home address, so we know where the riot should start.
See also: Laurie Penny, Jody McIntyre, Nina Power, Paul Mason, Priyamvada Gopal, China Miéville, etc., etc.
Why can’t we get laid?
My first thought was “New York Dolls tribute band”, with the one on right standing in for David Johansen.
I was thinking Brian Molko.
Today’s word is aerodynamics.
Via Damian.
Lewandowski’s hairless rubberbeing escapades are a thousand percent more artistic in every way than the performance art types featured here. While being more disturbing *and* more thought-provoking. Check and mate.
Once again, hairless rubberbeing would be a good band name.
Once again, hairless rubberbeing would be a good band name.
What swung it for me was the demented train.
“Because everyone should be aroused by bearded ladies”
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Someone should re-word the lyrics and slightly change the title of this song.
It’s a bit like asking, “Why aren’t more people aroused by clowns?”
The real question is why is anyone, but I do not recommend you google “clown porn”.
… The Demented Train…
Yet another fine band name.
I would very much like a ride in a Super Tucano
“Ask us about additional sizes and ball options.” Er, not sure what to make of that….
What swung it for me was the demented train.
The thing is, setting the whole thing in Japan kind of leaches it of all its charm. The Japanese eat stranger shit than that for breakfast.
“(They) eat pieces of shit for breakfast?” – oblig. Happy Gilmore quote
I don’t know, though – setting it in Japan means it’s that much easier to write a doctoral thesis on it and the dehumanization of humanity…
Be right back, I think I have something to do.
Here’s an ot/ephemeral question…
Been asking this for a week now, how in the livin **** does one LOSE money running a lottery? How incredibly stupid does an entity have to be to screw that up? One can argue that lotteries are a bad idea…or not… but to LOSE money running a lottery is about the gold standard of stupid.
Apparently, it’s our fault. All that “social conditioning.” Because everyone should be aroused by bearded ladies.
A former business acquaintance (don’t ask) is a pre-op F2M transsexual who identifies as a gay man. She constantly complained that the testosterone shots make her very horny, but that neither straight men nor gay men want to sleep with her.
I once gently pointed out that straight men want to have sex with women that look like women, and that gay men don’t want to have sex with women at all. The resultant hysterics led me to believe I’d have been better off pointing out that nobody wants to have sex with the mentally ill.
No one wants to have sex with them because they have no taste or decorum.
Apparently, Brooklyn Beckham, the teenage son of former footballer David Beckham, and a would-be photographer, has been snapped up by talent-hunters at Penguin Books. The result is What I See, a collection of young Beckham’s photographic efforts. Complete with captions informing us that some shots are “blurry… out of focus, but you can tell there’s a lot going on,” and that various things, including nearby stationary elephants, are “hard to photograph.”
Naturally, Twitter is being unkind.
I once gently pointed out that straight men want to have sex with women that look like women, and that gay men don’t want to have sex with women at all.
I haven’t personally conducted a thorough global survey, but my impression is that, broadly speaking, for the most part, and like most other people, gay men approve of, and often idealise, the supposedly non-existent gender binary.
On the topic of transsexuals, feminists take another hit as the first female gondolier in Venice decides she is a guy.
I expect someone will be triggered.
Naturally, Twitter is being unkind.
From the replies:
All that’s missing is his finger in the corner of each photo.
Then it would be praised as geeenius.
Amateurish snaps by loinfruit of the rich and famous = publishing gold.
Naturally, Twitter is being unkind.
There seems to be a pattern occurring there . . . .
Garishly “non-binary” people are, inevitably, a niche sexual intrigue. It’s a bit like asking, “Why aren’t more people aroused by clowns?”
“Related”
https://twitter.com/GarethSoye/status/878631430229827584
A reply to Gareth’s tweet:
Heh.
So …Is the average woman’s penis bigger than the average man’s? AFAF, of course.
Is the average woman’s penis bigger than the average man’s? AFAF, of course.
Insert (heh) Freud joke here.