Friday Ephemera
Curses. || Art rock. || Russian dashcam road movie. || Scenes from a pencil factory. || Minguk, Manse and Daehan are triplets. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Bruce is handy with a pair. || These memo pads are much fancier than yours. || The pig war of 1859. || The shortest borders in the world. || Bark and soil. || A brief history of bread. || Tim Newman has written a novel. || We live in strange times. || A typical Alaskan street fight. (h/t, Darleen) || Dead malls. || Seagulls in Delhi. || 1477 glasses. || Flashback of note. || The fox and the owl. || Wee. (h/t, Damian) || This. || It can happen. (h/t, dicentra) || I need 100 Yen and I need it now. || And finally, because you demanded it, posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants. iOS and Android compatible.
A typical Alaskan street fight.
Nah. A typical Alaskan street fight involves a Palin.
Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants. iOS and Android compatible.
. . . Hmmm. Well, Next Generation did have Data wearing a variety of stuff aside from the Starfleet uniform . . .
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
2B or not 2B, that is the question.
Old draftsman’s joke. I always preferred 3H for preliminary and HB for final. Well, at least until we started using plastic on mylar.
Re the Pig War, if President Polk had simply stuck to his guns regarding the 54-40 line, that ugly little mess could have been avoided.
I say we all get together and buy David a biometric blogging thong if they have them.
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
“I need 100 Yen and I need it now.”
The Japanese keep all their coolest stuff to themselves, don’t they? I’m almost as intrigued by the rendition of the Toreador song in the background.
“I’ve been a very bad girl,’ she said, biting her lip. ‘I need to be punished.’ ‘Very well,’ he said and …”
That’s disgusting.
Anyway… this thing.
Re: Dead malls
Central City Mall / Carousel Mall: San Bernardino, CA
The last time I was there, there was a gangland gun fight in the parking lot (I am not kidding, and it was in broad daylight). The time before that, my car was broken into. I can’t believe that dump stayed open as long as it did.
(O_O)
For what it’s worth, there used to be a wonderful hobby shop across the street from the mall, with very little parking, which was always full, so I usually parked in the mall parking lot.
Iowahawk handicaps the final 20 in the running for Amazon HQ2
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
Lemme guess, these self-absorbed, arrested-adolescent Marxists are certain Cathy Newman destroyed Professor Peterson.
posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants.
I look forward to charging my underwear overnight.
hydration-sensing… underpants
Erm…
iPants.
posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants.
Do they vibrate when you get an update?
“Excuse me a moment. I think my underwear’s rebooting.”
Do they vibrate when you get an update?
That was a feature in the alpha test phase but some of the female testers experienced loss of consciousness during major updates so it was deprecated in the beta release.
Minguk, Manse and Daehan are triplets.
TO be fair, they are doing as good a job as the Afghan Border Police.
The pig war of 1859.
Meh, I give you the 1969 Soccer War. For you aviation enthusiasts, the air war portion pitted Salvadoran P-51 Mustangs against Honduran F-4U Corsairs (which is even better than Israeli Avia Messerschmidt 109s pitted against Egyptian Spitfires).
TO be fair, they are doing as good a job as the Afghan Border Police.
The coordination bodes well.
Another “feminst” fails to grasp a fundamental concept.
Old: Food Pyramid.
New: White Supremacy Pyramid.
Ha! I just discovered the Soccer War last week because I was looking up Lynn Garrison (the pilot). But I can’t remember why I looked up Lynn Garrison. Maybe I need a Bluetooth-enabled biometric thinking cap or something.
Debauchery, perversions, the bizarre, the weird, general oddness and…Tim Newman has written a novel.
I fit right in, I think. Thanks!
New: White Supremacy Pyramid.
Poor Bob. Is he angry about his ballooning waistline or his rapidly vanishing hair? Thing is, some of his commentary on film is quite insightful, unlike his political mouthings, which are cartoonish, and which brings me back to my theory that leftism has stupefying properties.
biometric underpants
Prior art: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfq3B9JvIcQ
which brings me back to my theory that leftism has stupefying properties.
Was there ever any doubt? 🙂
1477 glasses.
So a glowing red globe is now in charge at Riedel?
Was there ever any doubt? 🙂
As we’ve seen many times, it’s possible (and quite common) for an expensively educated person not only to be shockingly ignorant of once-routine knowledge – say, regarding history, economics, basic biology – but also to have embraced a socially statusful, self-flattering belief system that actively inhibits apprehending certain facts or entertaining rather obvious lines of enquiry – on grounds that such facts and enquiry would be a threat to that status and self-flattery, i.e., the self-designation as woke, or pretensions of victimhood and the excuses and leverage they afford.
And so rather than engage in actual debate, which always carries the risk that one might learn something and have to modify one’s position, perhaps quite drastically, the fashionable default – especially, it seems, among those who style themselves as woke – is to ostracise and demonise, to block and no-platform, and to engage in theatrical, hair-trigger indignation – “Nazi,” “white supremacist,” “I. Can’t. Even.”
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Biometric vibrating blogging thongs?
I can’t even.
( I find that stupid phrase unreasonably irritating, by the way, especially with periods [its, not mine; happily, I am now free of the monthly nuisance.] “I. Can’t. Even.” Can’t even WHAT? Form a sentence?)
Grumble.
I can’t even.
I saw The Biometrics open for Vibrating Blogging Thongs back in … oh, forget it…I find that joke unreasonably irritating and this ain’t Ace of Spades.
Lean times have fallen upon Fat Studies.
https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=10393
Lean times have fallen upon Fat Studies.
Perhaps, but in New Jersey, Montclair is offering safe spaces for “fat-identifed” BLTWTF students.
Of course anorexics, technically speaking, identify as fat, so it would be wildly amusing to what happens were one to show up. Even better if a twig (that is the collective plural) of anorexics showed up.
a socially statusful, self-flattering belief system that actively inhibits apprehending certain facts or entertaining rather obvious lines of enquiry
*clicks link. watches video*
Symbolism. 🙂
Symbolism. 🙂
Well, quite. And the bandana-wearing student, our budding intellectual, the one denouncing discussion as “violence,” seems quite proud of his gesture, as if didn’t reflect badly on him, as if there could be nothing in this universe that he doesn’t already know, him being so woke and all.
I think I’m noticing a pattern…
Further to yesterday’s post and other topics discussed on these pages.
Fallout.
I found this rant courtesy theothermccain.com. I looked at some other of Dalrock’s pieces and was unimpressed—yet another person with an All-Explaining Theory of Everything—but the bit about the “even sluttier sluts” had me giggling for some reason. So, while I can’t recommend you waste your time delving into Dalrock—enjoy the slut-off!
https://dalrock.wordpress.com/2011/11/18/we-are-trapped-on-slut-island-and-traditional-conservatives-are-our-gilligan/
Australia Day is almost upon us, and with that comes the usual hand wringing and stroking of beards as to whether to change the date so as to not offend the Aboriginal populace. Me being Aboriginal myself, I couldn’t give two flying fornications about this issue. There are bigger concerns to worry about such as domestic violence in Aboriginal communities, health and finding employment. Captain Cook of course landed in Botany Bay on this date, January 26, and the usual crowd, led by the detestable Greens, wish to have the date changed because we blacks are apparently still afflicted by ‘genocide’. Last I looked I didn’t see any jackboots go around and round us up and shipped onto trains. The stoking of racial disharmony are kept in motion by the Left and as long as they are around, then it will continue until thinking Aboriginals see through the facade that the Left care not for anyone but their socialist friends in Brunswick sipping chardonnay or vegan lattes.
… blacks are apparently still afflicted by ‘genocide’.
I always imagined genocide to be permanently debilitating, but it seems some groups are more resilient than others. It brings to mind people who sniffle and then claim to have influenza.
I had a touch of influenza this year; had the flu shot but they are not very effective this year. Even the abbreviated flu is a LOT worse than the sniffles.!
We have some pesky and persistent bugs going round the UK: I’ve been more or less continuously unwell for six weeks or so with coughs and colds, but as you say, nothing like the genuine flu.
I always imagined genocide to be permanently debilitating
It’s not much of a genocide if we can still hear them bitching.
“We have some pesky and persistent bugs going round the UK: I’ve been more or less continuously unwell for six weeks or so with coughs and colds, but as you say, nothing like the genuine flu.”
Yup. I had a particularly nasty one over the New Year weekend, which I still haven’t completely shaken. It crossed my mind once or twice that it might actually be the flu – it was that bad – but I was able to get up and walk to the loo without feeling like I’d run a marathon. That’s the test: a friend of mine who’s a nurse once told me if you put a £50 note on the other side of the room and the patient can pick it up, it ain’t the flu. (It has to be a decent value to weed out the slackers. 🙂 )
Daniel,,
It’s not much of a genocide if we can still hear them bitching.
Or that there’s at least 10 times as many of them now than when the “genocide” supposedly began. On that note, I’d say the Israelis are conducting the most incompetent “genocide” in human history.
Recently we’ve had a 4-year-old, and a healthy 25- ish body builder, die from this year’s flu. A tragic reminder that modern life still has enough real dangers that no one need worry about made-up ones.
On Dalrock, he refers to doing It as “riding the alpha carousel.” Which also made me giggle. Has anyone else ever heard makin’ whoopie called that? I forgot to ask.
I will now brace for an onslaught of British euphemisms.
As a pre/early teenager, I worked under the assumption that any phrase that I didn’t immediately understand was a euphanism for sex. Which actually was pretty accurate. Of course it was the 70’s. But still.
My all time favorite is still “Making the sign of the two-headed lobster”. Which given this week’s posts now sounds kinda gay.
I’m 58 and I still get good results working under that assumption!
😄
Re: Dead malls
I couldn’t help but notice that the entry for the Flemington Mall, of Flemington, NJ, made no mention of the opening of the Bridgewater Commons – a vast shopping edifice right out of a late 20th century teenage girl’s wet dreams. Place hoovered up business for miles around. The author might have also mentioned that for adolescents of the 1980s to early 1990s, that Ponderosa Steakhouse was the place to buy cigarettes on the down-low.
There are bigger concerns to worry about…
I’ve heard sleeping on roadways is one, at least in certain parts. Was there a rash of such incidents, or was it more like a case of one idiot’s predictable demise kicking off an out-of-proportion PSA campaign?
biometric underpants
They had me at innovating “the way we power our garments”, because I do not know what that means.