Friday Ephemera
Drink or soak? || Mystery solved. (h/t, Julia) || That’s not a zoom lens, this is a zoom lens. || Close enough. (h/t, Dicentra) || Old but gold. (h/t, Obo) || Hey, ladies, come get some. || Cosplay interruptus. (h/t, Damian) || His is bigger than yours. || Cardboard machines. || At last, space beer. || “Good evening, Stuttgart.” || Jelly Tetris. Well, I’d play. || Journalism is a proper job. || I repeat, journalism is a proper job. || The 93 penises of the Bayeux Tapestry. || We want plates, revisited. Includes meat on a clipboard and other horrors. || These old trousers are older than your old trousers. || Continue the research. || Now make fire. || And finally, via Dicentra, and quite understandably, he’s still haunted by it.
I can’t remember whether I got it from this blog, but the ‘Put it on a plate’ song is pretty epic.
I am not surprised that the world’s oldest, most raggedy pants were…made in China. 😄
David, that’s JellO Tetris. Jello blocks, to be specific. The recipe’s in my mom’s old Joy of Jello cookbook (which we don’t know the whereabouts of at the moment so anyone wanting the recipe will have to google, sorry).
Optical!
Hey, ladies, come get some.
I just know when you say something like that, I need to sneak up on the link.
and you didn’t disappoint.
Tim-ber!
I just know when you say something like that, I need to sneak up on the link.
Setting aside the chap with the… condition, I think it was the missing shoe that made the whole thing classy.
So have you set a date yet?
Via Tim Newman, architectural snags:
https://twitter.com/waxpancake/status/1022522884495998976
architectural snags
I’m assuming it serves some crucial load-bearing function, as opposed to being a purely aesthetic random beam. You know, to impress visitors and endanger small children.
Cosplay interruptus.
Perfect. 🙂
Space beer. Because every astronaut wants chunks of space vomit floating around the capsule.
Because every astronaut wants chunks of space vomit floating around the capsule.
Could be worse: “Pieces of faecal matter free-floated around the command module for several minutes.”
Now make fire
I’d be happy if it just taught the human how to hold a camera!
A zoom lens that powerful, and they use it to ogle an air-conditioning unit? Sheesh.
I was hoping the ultrazoom would hone in on a window in the distant tower and show Trump and Putin colluding in flagrante. That, or Hillary in her tent nursing a PBR.
Apparently, they’ve created “something beautiful.”
Apparently, they’ve created “something beautiful.”
Rats in garbage.
Rats in garbage.
Yes, the verminous connotations don’t seem entirely inapt. And yet they imagine themselves our betters.
Another well reasoned argument.
A zoom lens that powerful, and they use it to ogle an air-conditioning unit?
One thousand frogskins for the thing, and no wind filter for the mic.
Alexa, how do you operate this mysterious device from the past ?
Cosplay interruptus.
No capes.
No capes.
Doctor Strange begs to differ.
I’m assuming it serves some crucial load-bearing function, as opposed to being a purely aesthetic random beam.
Seismic retrofitting.
A zoom lens that powerful, and they use it to ogle an air-conditioning unit? Sheesh.
…
One thousand frogskins for the thing, and no wind filter for the mic.
Exactly. I believe that was shot in Calcutta of all places? We already caught Bin Laden, right?
Socialism, baby.
“Jelly Tetris.”
Tetris with physics simulation.
“The 93 penises of the Bayeux Tapestry.”
Well, it was made by women.
“Apparently, they’ve created ‘something beautiful.’”
With walls and border guards. I thought they were against… oh, I’ve given up trying to understand Lefties.
“Socialism, baby.”
See what I mean?
Socialism, baby.
Crap. Too early in the day to start drinking?
Too early in the day to start drinking?
[ Slides bafflingly elaborate cocktail towards Darleen. ]
Too early in the day to start drinking?
Nothing for me, thanks. I’ll just have the lunch special:
If there was free access, someone would take extra and sell it under the table.
The lunch special is…is…what is that?
Transplaining, or how to explain something likely to become all too evident. What could possibly go wrong with being, ahem, upfront?
So, does that make her a lesbian? Or is it translesbian?
https://www.msn.com/en-us/entertainment/celebrity/caitlyn-jenner-and-sophia-hutchins-enjoy-a-date-night-at-craigs-plus-more-news/ss-BBL9gOM?li=BBnb7Kz&ocid=U452DHP
“his stick is bigger than yours”
Way way back, my alsation-mutt came into the backyard dragging, by one end, a ten foot long 4″x6″ timber.
From the look in his eyes, he knew. He had found the God Stick (as it was ever after known in my family).
Damn thing must have weighed 25 kilos.
My neighbor, who had placed it in the street gutter so he could get his boat trailer off the road, was not so thrilled.
Caitlyn is a trans-identified male, dating a female. He’s engaging in a heterosexual relationship regardless of the two sharing one wardrobe.
Socialism, baby.
One word: arbitrage
Oh, yeah. Like the law of supply and demand, I guess that won’t exist in The New World
Space Beer. Beer farts in your spacesuit. What a great idea!!
Caitlyn is a trans-identified male
You mean she hasn’t done the Big Snip?
Optical!
Now that’s how you denounce white geometry.
You mean she hasn’t done the Big Snip?
The Big Snip was not a film in which the protagonist was played in the first half by Humphrey Bogart and in the last half by Lauren Bacall. #IStandCorrected
You call those trousers old? I saw a college student wearing something very like those walking in Oxford MS the other day. I think a factory in China churns them out by the gross.
“…Like the law of supply and demand, I guess that won’t exist in The New World….”
Nope.
It’s all demand. No supply.
You mean she hasn’t done the Big Snip?
Irrelevant. The best he can attain is being a simulacrum.
Archeologists 1000 years in the future who test the dna from his skeleton will still label him “male” regardless of grave artifacts.
The lunch special is…is…what is that?
The pickled eggs got frisky.
Redneck boot sandals.
The film . . . was a major hit in Brazil, Russia, Germany, and Mexico.
Enviromentally conscious performance art.
Riposte of note.
I repeat, journalism is a proper job.
His (white) family must be proud.
His (white) family must be proud.
We’re now at the stage where expensively educated middle-class progressives assert their piety, and their imagined superiority, by making obnoxiously racist clickbait comments – for which, they expect to be applauded by other expensively educated middle-class progressives.
Right, off to see Mission Impossible: Fallout.
Play nicely. Use coasters.
You mean
she hasn’t done the Big Snip?Meanwhile, in Canada, 15 minutes switching on paper will save you more than switching to Geico.
Back in the US&A, the Babylon Bee reports on Twitter Jack’s lament.
Glitter tongues, and other hot beauty trends.
Those look like Bloody Caesar lunch specials. Yum.
Or you could just set a pile of money on fire.
More evidence of how well socialism works…
https://www.miamiherald.com/news/nation-world/world/americas/venezuela/article215644840.html
Right, off to see Mission Impossible: Fallout.
Was it any good? I’m planning on seeing it next week, but if it’s a stinker, I won’t bother.
Was it any good?
The twists and details of the plot are already evaporating from my mind, but while it lasted it was great fun. The physical stunts and set pieces are quite spectacular, most notably the chase through Paris and the final airborne race-against-the-clock. I laughed out loud several times and very nearly gasped, albeit in a deep and manly way.
Basically, it’s a Mission Impossible film, but cranked up to eleven.
The Old New World. An animation of various American cities circa 1920, based on old photographs from the period:
https://vimeo.com/160024074
Basically, it’s a Mission Impossible film, but cranked up to eleven.
Excellent. Sounds like it’s worth a watch.
Or you could just set a pile of money on fire.
Right-o, first place I go to when I want me some book learnin’ on evolutionary biology.
The field “inquires into the sexual lives of animals, plants, and bacteria…
Sex lives of bacteria. Yessiree, Bob, that is some fine “feminist science” right there.
A horny bacterium walks into a bar and approaches a very attractive bacterium nursing a beer.
“Would you like some company?”
“Sure. But let’s get out of here”
“Fine! Your place or mitosis?”
My apologies. I’ve had a triring day.
Say it ain’t so…
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/blogs/tim-blair/great-godfrey-gone-way-too-soon/news-story/18b4a09e332319b2b2d836faa25c2732
We’re now at the stage where expensively educated middle-class progressives assert their piety, and their imagined superiority, by making obnoxiously racist clickbait comments – for which, they expect to be applauded by other expensively educated middle-class progressives.
Strange kind of ‘progress’.
Strange kind of ‘progress’.
The sadly departed Godfrey Elfwick pretty much nailed it.
It’s also worth noting that the expensively educated bit is a common feature of such posturing, practically a given. Now imagine you’d racked up huge debts for an overpriced, heavily left-leaning education, vainly imagining yourself as a “change agent,” a “thought leader,” destined for a position of social and intellectual status – and you then wound up writing ‘woke’ takes and clickbait for Vox, or Mic, or whatever, with little hope of ever earning enough to pay off said debts. A sense of failure and resentment would, I suspect, be difficult to avoid. I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to wonder if some of these failed gurus, these dupes of campus leftism, are channelling some of that personal bitterness into their writing.
[ Added: ]
As sk60 asked in the second thread linked above, “Why would anyone need a degree in English literature to write for Vox or Jezebel?” Well, indeed. If that’s where you’re going to end up, and are pretty much destined to end up – scraping by as a freelancer for leftist outrage rags, then why get heavily into debt for a vanity qualification that’s of no practical value, and which no-one cares about? Doesn’t that make you a chump, a sucker? As I said at the time: In ten years of freelancing for magazines, journals and just about every national newspaper, no-one ever asked me about any qualifications. Not once.
That’s not a cape, it’s a cloak. Or even a Cloak.
Our state broadcaster.
Farnsworth:
The Sex Life of the Polyp
The Sex Life of the Polyp
If anyone’s getting aroused by that, I’m turning on the sprinklers.
Our State Broadcaster
That is one of the creepiest things I’ve seen in a long time.
then why get heavily into debt for a vanity qualification that’s of no practical value, and which no-one cares about? Doesn’t that make you a chump, a sucker?
Because that’s how chumps and suckers get monetized. It’s a ponzi scheme except that they’re sucking some part of that money out of our pockets. Face it, to some degree it’s working for them and for people with low ambitions and/or little perspective it makes sense. The real chumps and suckers are us.
Our state broadcaster.
I notice they failed to point out that the two things the boy picked up were the robot and the top, not the plush toys. Obviously the kid had already been conditioned to accept his gender role stereotypes, or something.
I see they are also aping California nitwits (redundant, I know) in brainwashing against evil plastic things
The left can’t comic, an assortment of mind numbing awful “progressive” comic strips. Don’t expect either subtlety or humor, for example…
Ben Sixsmith criticizes a Jacobin contributing editor for whitewashing Stalinism. The editor shows up in the comments to defend his besmirched honor. Not the apologetics for Stalin, of course — the much more important matter of failing to be addressed by his proper honorifics.
Reminds me of Austin Powers — “That’s Doctor Broder. I didn’t spend six years in Totalitarian Apologetics School to be called ‘Mister’, thank you very much.”
The editor shows up in the comments to defend his besmirched honor. Not the apologetics for Stalin, of course — the much more important matter of failing to be addressed by his proper honorifics.
Heh.
Farnsworth: Wait… the blue-haired self-obsessive is supposed to be the sympathetic character? Bloody hell. I thought that was going to be some kind of send-up.
The Brits among us might remember a character John Thompson (of the Fast Show) used to do, a typical ’70s-style northern comedian who’d seen the light and was now achingly PC. “Now, take my mother-in-law. She’s a lovely woman, and very supportive to my career.”
Those remind me of him. Except they mean it.
“Not the apologetics for Stalin, of course — the much more important matter of failing to be addressed by his proper honorifics.”
It’s all about status.
Wait… the blue-haired self-obsessive is supposed to be the sympathetic character? Bloody hell.
The cartoons do rather suggest – i.e., confirm – an impenetrable level of narcissism.
This thing here.
Via Damian.
Strange goings-on in Scotland…
https://www.edinburghnews.scotsman.com/read-this/sex-hedge-plea/
In ten years of freelancing for magazines, journals and just about every national newspaper, no-one ever asked me about any qualifications. Not once.
Spent over seven years working as a copywriter for a smallish business (there were about a dozen employees total when I started, several dozen by the time I left). From around two years in until the end I was senior copywriter/editor. On more than one occasion I found myself politely correcting coworkers who had assumed I must have gone to college.
I found it somewhat saddening just how many of those working around me had tens of thousands of dollars in student debt.
OK, now they are just trolling.
All hands to battle stations. Manicured hands, that is.
This is quite fun:
https://twitter.com/aravosis/status/1023633660753235969
University researchers, is there anything they don’t know ?
University Researchers Suggest People Are ‘Racist’ Against Black Household Robots.
OTOH, there is no doubt these same “researchers” would claim it is racist to use black robots as it reinforces the stereotype of blacks as household help.
@Farnsworth – the leftist cartoons are astounding. Like the guy who posted them on Twitter, I do wonder if they are satire. If so, they are positively Elfwickian.
However, I fear they are not…
The Sex Life of the Polyp
“Yes, the mollusc is a randy little fellow whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of the you know what….”