Friday Ephemera
Cat kneads bread. || His garbage chute says no. || Action figure of note. || The future is now. || Beneath that old yellow varnish. || Assorted, temporary snow globes. || Samorost 3 is a game. || Why toenails and fingernails tend to grow at different rates. || His name is Lucas. || Some Soviet control rooms. || Michelin men of yesteryear. (h/t, Damian) || Mural of note. || Amanda Marcotte struggles with numbers. || Somewhat related. || Such lovely pantaloons. || Iceland has colour. || Meanwhile, in Madagascar. (h/t, Kate) || Planes, from above. || Bamboo bugs. (h/t, Julia) || Build your own 3D zoetrope. A project for the weekend. || A big fan of said devices. || Computer-generated jigsaw puzzles. || And finally, a strange object has been found, its origin and purpose still a total mystery.
p.s. drink plenty of water.
Actually, half strength Gatorade is better because like Brawndo, it has electrolytes that need to be replaced.
(via S.C.R.U.M.P)
Also via SCRUMP – Let’s redefine facism so my political violence doesn’t fall under it
How Seattle mourned the anniversary of President Trump’s election
I feel strangely moved.
Not as strangely moved as I did over the last two days, but still.
Did you figure out what the offending substance was?
Did you figure out what the offending substance was?
Yes, a rogue dish from the local Chinese takeaway. Which is a bit saddening, as they’ve served us well for 16 years. Never a bad dish, always friendly, and always delivered on time. Now I may have to look elsewhere.
Yes, a rogue dish from the local Chinese takeaway.
Vengeance for 16 years of cultural appropriation.
its origin and purpose still a total mystery.
I only just got that one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKBcbN9dCqA
*puts on hat of shame*
I only just got that one.
Still too enfeebled to point and scold. You can imagine how that chafes.
Though that scene still makes me laugh. It’s the line, “Now that you are in Jupiter space, and the entire crew is revived…” Given the preceding and rather stressful events, it’s one of the great moments in cinematic dark humour. The delivery is perfect.
And I can’t help wondering what Mr Kubrick might have done with the discovery of a giant alien phallus hidden on the Moon.
“The bathroom, which bore the brunt of the horror
But how are the towels doing? Still orderly, fluffy and fragrant?
But how are the towels doing?
There are some details I’m still trying to suppress.
the side view shows it to be a bivalve mollusk
I also like to eat raw oysters. And clams.
..a rogue dish from the local Chinese takeaway.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a rogue dish.
David, you fell victim to one of the classic blunders. NEVER order the rogue.
PiperPaul, I believe David has the towels in treatment for PTSD. Also, Everyday Feminism has a helpful article, “4 Ways To Protect Your Genderqueer Towels From The Cisnormative Heteropatriarchy.”
Now I may have to look elsewhere.
It might not be their fault. My sister, who has a professional interest in this sort of thing, tells me that people often assume it was the last thing they ate which did for them, however many lurgi take 24-48 hours to take effect.
Having said that, she also says fried rice from a Chinese takeaway is the thing most likely to get you, as cooked rice is notorious as a breeding ground for evil. And the Chinese prefer to use cold cooked rice as it fries better.
you fell victim to one of the classic blunders
Inconceivable!
It might not be their fault.
I’m fairly sure it was the Chinese food. It’s the only common variable over the last couple of days. Previous meals that we shared were also shared with the in-laws, who escaped with their bowels unmolested. And anyway, I’ve had their business burned to the ground and the family chased from the village. It’s the only way they’ll learn.
My sister, who has a professional interest in this sort of thing,
If your sister had shared this information two days earlier, I’d be out buying her jewellery. Or shoes, at least.
Oh, dear God.
Oh, dear God.
It had previously escaped my attention that students of physical sciences, at Cambridge, were primarily there in order to “learn to live a balanced lifestyle.” Which apparently entails drinking, lots of drinking, and shielding their egos from any careless reference to reality.
I never thought Cambridge was a “party school”, but I guess I was mistaken.
Oh, dear God.
The BFO that there is a difference between having capacity and using it seems to have escaped the spokesperson.
I never thought Cambridge was a “party school”, but I guess I was mistaken.
It’s still not. Unless, they’ve decided to add football and cheerleaders and recruit in Florida and Texas.
The various admin types at Cambridge are just saying what you’d expect, given their “jobs”, but…
There’s no use denying that succeeding in such an academic program can be destructively stressful. I am personally acquainted with several young folk who would have benefited from a better “work-life balance” during their Uni years, and who needed advice about that. For instance, a young woman who graduated with Phi Beta Kappa honors in a bio/genetic science program at MIT. She has since suffered through several years of recovery from very serious stress-induced depression.
Samorost 3 is a game.
Hooked. 🙂
For instance, a young woman who graduated with Phi Beta Kappa honors in a bio/genetic science program at MIT. She has since suffered through several years of recovery from very serious stress-induced depression.
I do sympathize and hope she fully recovers.
But her experience doesn’t mean rigorous courses should be castrated.
My stepson is currently an L1 at Boalt Hall, Berkeley. He has worked his posterior off to get there AND just about every attorney or judge he has interned with has made sure to let him know that his first year is critical to really focus on — it is the shakedown cruise.
“First year, they scare you to death; second year, they work you to death; third year, they bore you to death.”
Hooked. 🙂
It does have a surreal charm.
Glad you’re starting to feel better, David.
It’s a long time since I was at Cambridge, but…
There were people who drank, tho’ not to the heroic standards of the ’90s and ’00s; and there were people (myself among them) who did competitive sport. But I recall no suggestion from faculty that doing anything outside work was forbidden, or even discouraged. You had to do your work fully as set: that’s all.
So I’m divided in my own mind as whether this chap’s comments are a reflection of even more heroic partying amongst the current generation (doesn’t seem especially likely), the laziness of some undergraduates (possible), or his own personality.
Red and Black Leeds:
At least they are honest about something, except maybe the “workers” part.
I think they’re wasting their time; it’s human nature to form hierarchies.
Unless, they’ve decided to add football and cheerleaders and recruit in Florida and Texas.
Hey! Them’s fightin’ words. I mean maybe our cheerleaders but our football, never!
committed to working towards the abolition of all hierarchy and the revolutionary destruction of capitalism and the state
Well, since “capitalism” is nothing more than free people freely buying and selling goods and services, any gang of thugs seeking to abolish that freedom seems pretty damned hierarchical. Those commies could best implement their plan by abolishing themselves.
. . . committed to working towards the abolition of all hierarchy and the revolutionary destruction of . . . the state.
Comrade General.
From the “Things You Just Can’t Make Up” department:
Coming out of the closet as fat.
No scheiĂźe.
Oh come on now, I remember clearly the dark days when being fat was illegal and people were actually imprisoned because of it.
Probably not the best choice of phrases, I’m thinking.
Bull, if you could, you, and all the other in the “fat acceptance movement” wouldn’t need to feel compelled to write about what brave little soldiers you are for both admitting and justifying it.
Coming out of the closet as fat.
Wow.
That article has made me realise that fat people need special treatment too!
#SoBrave
Then along came you,
Now I know it’s true:
Fatty girls need love too.
Can I get a high five from the cute girl?
http://twitter.com/WeWuzMetokur/status/929225451779878913
Status: Fail.
Coming out of the closet as fat.
I’m still processing the implication that someone can be secretly fat. Mangled metaphors aside, it’s hard to avoid the impression that these ladies, with their charmless emotional baggage, are hardly a convincing advert for their own “defiant” lifestyles.
I’m still processing the implication that someone can be secretly fat.
Indeed, “notices”; “I say, Miss, pardon me, but I just noticed you are Brobdingnagian.”
Indeed, “notices”;
As I’m sure I’ve said before, I don’t generally care how hefty someone is. Unless handed a reason to remark on it, I don’t consider it my business. But reality is what it is, and if you’re heavily overweight, the availability of sexual and romantic partners is, in general, smaller than for the svelte and gazelle-like. Outside of niche dating apps and fetish clubs, that’s how it is, and how it’s likely to remain. But to compound that situation by also being whiny and self-absorbed, and cultivating those qualities, as if they were somehow virtuous and heroic – and thereby repelling plenty of people who might otherwise be friends – just seems… unwise.
As I’m sure I’ve said before, I don’t generally care how hefty someone is.
Roger, but as you noted, the whole notion of being secretly fat is as fatuous as being secretly Chinese, or black*, white, or [insert obvious race or ethnic group here].
*[offer not valid for Shaun King or Rachael Dolezal]
Today’s word is alarming.
alarming
Sorry, that page does not exist. Or so Twitter claims:-(.
Is this the on you meant?
https://twitter.com/AlizeeYeezy/status/929735141148299264
Link fixed.
Is this the on you meant?
Yes.
“on” = “one”. Le sigh.
Le sigh.
That’s a 9gag thing, isn’t it?
Farnsworth,
Coming out of the closet as fat.
Probably had no choice, because she didn’t fit in there anymore…
(O_O)
[ Sits down, waiting for the Scold-O-Mat 9000 ]
At least coming out of the closet as fat is preferable to getting yourself wedged in the doorway.
*Presses button on Self-Denounciator 2000*
That’s a 9gag thing, isn’t it?
Maybe? I’ve never heard of 9gag AFAIK. I was thinking Pepe Le Pew:-).
Well, when I got fat, I waddled out of the closet.
It’s work to stay, or get, thin in America because food is loaded with corn syrup. So now that most Americans are fat–the average American woman wears a size 16, which would have been considered elephantine 30 years ago–the stigma is vanishing. The fat acceptance ladies are late to the party. Fat is already accepted. What they seem to want is to be complimented for how fat they are. I predict that’ll take another 30 years or so.
If you’re American, don’t let me discourage you from trying to reach, or maintain, a healthy weight. I lost 60 lb and could stand to lose another 30, but the 60 stayed off. Even if all you can manage is to hold the line and not get any fatter, you’re still better off than if you gave in and snorked down American food with no restraint whatever.
Also, if you can find one, an old crockpot is your friend. The new ones cook too hot and too fast and have to be checked about every 4 hours, rather like a new puppy, so they defeat the purpose of having the crockpot going while you’re gone all day. (Several people have told me you can actually burn or overcook food in the new ones.). We just bought a 2 1/2 quart so I’ll report back after we’ve tried it. Crockpot food can be very healthy, it doesn’t have to be dumping a can of cream-of-whatever over the meat.
When you do make cream-of food, I recommend using Campbell’s Healthy Request soup; I don’t know how healthy it is but it sure tastes better. It seems to be the old Campbell’s recipes. The tomato soup, for example, tastes like tomatoes instead of like red-dyed corn syrup.
I used to like Campbell’s tomato bisque (little tomato bits in tomato soup). It was always sweeter than their regular tomato, but the modern version is so corn-syrupy it’s sickening. If any Yanks have found a product similar to Campbell’s old tomato bisque, please let me know.