Friday Ephemera
Indecisive motorist of note. || When tumbleweed attacks. || Underwater choreography. || “Cultural appreciation.” || What your tongue does when you talk. || Did Thanos kill you? || Incoming, duck. || Crushing crayons in a hydraulic press. || Hercules and Arnold fight over dung. || Sour dill pickle gummy gherkin. It’s warty, got girth and tastes of dill. || Lake traffic, Myanmar. || Some good grapes, man. || Gorgeous Teacher, 1965. Hormones, hotties and “Holy mackerel.” || Silent, kinetic sand-drawing machine. || Not, I think, moving at maximum speed. || Heather Mac Donald on campus psychodrama. || Little people. || Giants. || Snap. || Buddhist temples of note. || Before and after, 1906. || Tim Newman on toxic feminism. || And finally, from far away, here’s a snowstorm on a comet.
When tumbleweed attacks.
Hey! That’s near where I live. I saw part of the Great Tumbleweed Migration of 2018, well… tumbling across the highway, headed to some obviously important destination to the north. About an hour later, there was a traffic warning over the radio to avoid that area.
“When tumbleweed attacks.”
Okay, everyone’s thinking it.
“Crushing crayons in a hydraulic press.”
That’s the most entertaining ten minutes I’ve spent in a long time. I have simple tastes.
When tumbleweed attacks.
I’d be desperately worried about a stray cigarette butt sending my house up in smoke.
When tumbleweed attacks
Sing it!
Underwater choreography? I’m thinking of taking up underwater hockey. Anyone done this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vw6cuIJK9Is&feature=share
I was spared.
Thanos is a fool!
Incoming, duck.
Incoming, don’t duck, just turn around at the right time.
—Fatty Arbuckle, some guy, and Buster Keaton.
Before and after, 1906.
From overhead, 1938.
I have played underwater hockey, albeit only for a couple of months. It was fun, if a touch rough on the knuckles. Getting to the pool for training was too much effort though.
I’m unconvinced by the dill gummies. If I want that great taste of dill pickle I eat a dill pickle. They’re cheaper than the gummies for a start. And gummie sweetness isn’t going to mix well with sour.
I presume that the market for them is Americans who think a strong tasting lolly with a non-sweet flavour is inherently funny. Best not to let them near acid drops, double salt liquorice or those tiny French anise things (all of which I adore).
I could perceivable enjoy a dill pickle pastille that I could suck on the way to work.
” Giants.”
I foresee another movie with The Rock in the making!
Gorgeous Teacher, 1965.
That’s hilarious.
I was also slain by Thanos, for the good of the Universe.
That’s hilarious.
It is rather marvellous.
When tumbleweeds attack.
Russians!
And on a completely un-related note: Unuseless Things.
I rather like the Pop Sticks(tm).
The tumbleweeds video reminded me a bit of the old blogosphere.
I saw part of the Great Tumbleweed Migration of 2018, well… tumbling across the highway, headed to some obviously important destination to the north.
Every year, they head back to their ancestral spawning grounds in the Arctic.
I was spared by Thanos so I made it into work. Yay.
I was spared by Thanos so I made it into work. Yay.
No refunds. Credit note only.
Thanos killed me for the good of the universe. Although on the plus side, I no longer have to pay my (not inconsiderable) bar-tab. So swings and roundabouts, I guess.
Although on the plus side, I no longer have to pay my (not inconsiderable) bar-tab.
Wait, what?
Oh goddammit.
When tumbleweed attacks.
Someone in No. 37 told a really lame joke…
Silent, kinetic sand-drawing machine.
Calling it Sisyphus makes it sound like it’s not having fun…
Thanos told me that I was kind of cute and was I doing anything tonight? That’s not supposed to happen, right?
I was spared by Thanos as well. That’s a good thing, right?
The latest in blue jean fashion.
I think Thanos is sparing everybody. I tested fate multiple times, and every time I was spared. Perhaps he has plans for us Shitlords.
I suspect Thanos knows your IP address.
Just pray he doesn’t discover your browser history.
Little Owen Jones appears to be a tad confused.
Thanos killed me for the good of the universe. Although on the plus side, I no longer have to pay my (not inconsiderable) bar-tab. So swings and roundabouts, I guess.
Although I am not a lawyer, I would posit that as you are probably alive in one of the many other Marvel universes, your bar tab is still payable in this one. Pray our host does not have interdimensional henchlesbians, which I’ve just thought would be a cracking name for an all-female punk band.
Little Owen Jones appears to be a tad confused.
Mr Jones is a fool and doomed to confusion. He also has a bad haircut and no discernible dress sense.
FYI, the Thanos link is a trap. (I’ve been spared thrice, BTW). It’s a means for David to weed out the miscreants among his commentariat.
It’s a means for David to weed out the miscreants among his commentariat.
If I did that there’d be no bugger here.
Speaking of toxic feminism. Apparently, wokeness requires we make everything really prickly, sour and resentful.
Keziah Daum, an 18-year-old from Utah in the United States, who has no Chinese roots, was accused of “cultural appropriation” after posting photographs on Twitter that featured her in a traditional Chinese qipao, or cheongsam.
“Struggle sessions and public denunciations are also Chinese cultural appropriation”
Heh.
“The latest in blue jean fashion.”
Well, on her…
And since everyone else seems to be reporting their fate at the hands of Thanos, I was slain. Of course I bloody was. Typical.
Today’s word is beefcake.
“The latest in blue jean fashion.”
And in the continuing quest to find something more useless than Owen Jones, the fly on those jeans fails at even that.
The latest in blue jean fashion.
So instead of my wife complaining that her trousers have no pockets, she’ll complain that they have nothing but?
Today’s word is beefcake.
>_<
Someone fan Darleen. I think she’s fainted.
“Struggle sessions and public denunciations are also Chinese cultural appropriation”
I think it has roots in the Red Guards of the 1960s. Basically it is the same mob haunting Claremont, UCLA and other campuses today.
Sessions, however, has not been heard from on this topic…or any other. When Jeff Sessions recuses he literally recuses!
I can’t believe this happened; UC Berkeley commission says that conservatives were to blame when leftist students rioted in response to conservative speakers…
https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=10862
They just won’t give up, ‘The truth is that every body is a beach body’.
Yes, well, that is true, if the beach is visited only on a moonless night and vacant, advice given to me, and which I would share with these Ladies of Size.
Sounds like something a pathology professor would say, but I digress.
Farnsworth I much preferred the original. Very much preferred. Now how many of these ladies in the latest advert would go out on a sunny day to visit their beach? Or would I be guilty of WrongThought by suggesting that the ladies in question were in it for purely financial reasons?
They’re learning it earlier than college:
I’ve been spared by Thanos, so I’ve got that going for me.
[Carl Spackler voice: off]
In other news:
Shouts an Independent headline.
You see, the failures of all previous Marxoid experiments – catastrophic and murderous as they were – were in fact the fault of the world. And not, as one might suppose, the fault of Marxoid conceits and the types of people they attract.
I used to think I might have qualified as possessing a ‘beach body’, but every time I went to the beach and laid down, well meaning beachgoers attempted to roll me back into deep water. “I can’t find the blowhole on the top of his head: if you locate it make sure that you don’t block it.”
OK. I am obese, I’ll admit it, so I don’t blame the other beachgoers for their actions.
These days I really do have a beach body, and she does put the lotion on the skin so I don’t have to use the hose very often.