Friday Ephemera
Pachelbel’s Canon played on a rubber chicken. (h/t, Matthew) || Full-colour 3D x-rays reveal the meaty goodness within. || It’s a phone, it’s a shaver. || Lemon makes bid for freedom. || Because all houseplants need robotic legs. || Cool, yes, but just don’t lean backwards. || He bought a dog spa. || Sad and embarrassed. || “We had to crawl under the rotor blades.” || An iceberg passes by. || Oh, that black-supremacist-UFO-cult. || Iridescent insects. || Popcorn-powered robots. || At last, a phaser-controlled mood rock. || Smile-activated mirror. Ideal for tormenting moody teenagers. || And finally, via Julia, “The woman contended that police had no basis to make comments about her possible mental health issues.”
https://twitter.com/FluffSociety/status/917359075662409728
banter
https://twitter.com/redsteeze/status/1020362391996035072
Now I have to clean beer from my monitor in a conservative fashion.
Pajama Boy throws a tantrum.
“The woman contended that police had no basis to make comments about her possible mental health issues.”
She should fit right in when she relocates to Saudi Arabia.
“Pajama Boy throws a tantrum.”
*wipes tea off keyboard*
When lefties have to live by the new rules of the left.
“When lefties have to live by the new rules of the left.”
When there’s a new set of rules before the last set have dried on the paper it’s so easy to slip up.
Poor dears must get awfully confused.
The point I guess….
It is time for art again as our old friend Miss Dr. Victoria Bateman uses it to explain feminism and economics as only she can.
All I can say is y’all over there in the UK need to make your bank notes bigger.
It would appear that Dr. Bateman has put on a few pounds since last we visited.
Toxic masculinity on parade.
Small appliance report: we got a new toaster. It toasts.
My dad and I watched the moon landing on TV.
“It toasts”
The act of toasting bread perfectly enacts the heterodominant oppression in society. The bread – the masculine penis – is inserted into the toaster slot – undefended and incapable of self-defense – purely for the pleasure of the toastee/rapist. The removal of the toasted bread is the ultimate act of toxic masculinity: In a malicious irony, it comes out hard and stiff while the toaster cools, alone, forgotten, its needs ignored.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
You left out the colour of the bread Adam.
The *white* bread is inserted …
Toast bread is rather clearly straight, white, European and, therefore, a symbol of the Patriarchy.
The *white* bread is inserted…
Some days I think I should just bugger off and leave you heathens to it.
White Food
I’ve been a trustee, and now I’ve been promoted to toastee!
Adam, do you by any chance work at a college?
Pogonip,
Also, KFC is a disgrace to American cuisine.
It’s a disgrace to Harlan Sanders. I’m old enough to remember when he still owned the company, and would make surprise inspections at his franchisees. If things were not to his liking, he’d shut them down until they were. His accountants convinced him to sell out to Pepsico, and things started going downhill immediately. The food served at “KFC” is nothing like what Kentucky Fired Chicken used to be.
Go to Popeye’s.
The local Popeye’s is a popular hangout for teenaged riff-raff and gangsta wannabes. The last time I went there, I assume one of the riff-raff’s girlfriends was working the register that night, because the riff-raff and his “homies” were sitting at the nearest table, glaring, apparently monitoring her so that no one talked to her about anything but the order. Once I’d made my order, and moved away from the counter, they did not take their eyes off me the entire time. I haven’t been back.
Fried
Dammit.
The old Colonel once referred to Pepsico’s KFC instant mashed potatoes and canned gravy as “wallpaper paste and used motor oil”. In the old days, every new employee’s first job there was peeling and boiling potatoes, and the gravy was made fresh every day. The difference was immediately obvious. My mother was NOT happy with the change.
Well, when you think about it, at some point back in the mists of time, all these chain restaurants had an ur-restaurant that was popular enough to begin expanding.
“I’m a white woman and I’d never set foot in KFC because I respect blacks people and their culture….Just a thought”
No, I don’t think thought was involved.
So, like now we’re supposed to believe black people invented fried chicken? Where did the chicken come from? Who owns the rights to what domesticated live stock? Do the Chinese get to keep all of the spices? If someone 20-30-40 years ago predicted (and I’m sure someone did) these sorts of arguments would come up in the future, they would have been dismissed as an idiot or racist.
Today’s word is gratitude.
Bosch progress report. The midpoint of season three is almost in sight.
BTW, not sure Pepsico is to blame as they didn’t acquire the business until well after Col. Sanders’ death in 1980. Sanders had sold the company to John Y. Brown and a partner in 1964, who kept the old man around for image and quality control purposes. Then in 1971 Brown sold the company to the Connecticut-based Heublein. I’m guessing that’s when the paste and motor oil entered the picture. Heublein sold to RJ Reynolds in 1982 which then sold it to Pepsico in 1986. That is if you can believe Wiki.
BTW, not sure Pepsico is to blame as they didn’t acquire the business until well after Col. Sanders’ death in 1980.
Speaking of The Colonel’s death…
Lord Mayor of Sheffield, Dwayne Elizondo Herbert Mountain Dew Camacho.
Govenor Squid, that my friend is Champagne Comedy.
Some days I think I should just bugger off and leave you heathens to it.
I thought that’s what the open threads were for.
I think I’ve posted it before, but there was a time before Col. Sanders was immediately recognizable on sight.
Today’s word is gratitude.
I’m old enough to remember when part of the ransom demands for Patty Hearst was for her family to deliver free food to poor people … who, when huge crowds showed up for the free stuff decided to riot. I remember vividly some person quoted as saying that crackers and cheese were insulting because she was sure the Hearsts “don’ eat no crackers and cheese”.
They did, but it was $1,000-a-pound cheese. 😄🧀