Friday Ephemera

How many squirrels must a man knock down before they call him a man?

Parking problem sorted.

The tweet on political correctness descends into a discussion arguing that the term “political correctness” is problematic. See, this is why we can’t have irony anymore. It’s redundant.

And finally, if you laugh at this you’re a terrible, terrible person.
Er…what if I laugh and replay it several more times just to laugh some more?
Off to the Correction Booth forthwith, I suppose.

I couldn’t get it to play. Before you are dragged off to the Correction Booth, can you tell me what happens?

@Pogonip: Try this:
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“This is a solar-powered website, which means it sometimes goes offline.”
It’s down to 9%. Suspense is killing me.

…if you laugh at this you’re a terrible, terrible person.
What if you give a standing ovation and/or send it to some of the ultra PC PCs in your neck of the woods as an instructional video ?
Regarding the puppets and the photo, it looks more like the left hand is going to punch the thing on the right which looks more like an already punched mouth than the anatomy it is alleged to represent. I think “Dr.” Shuey has issues.

I’ll see your wokest, and raise you a wokissimus.
Oh, well played, sir.

Right, off for a haircut. Play nicely.

Gorgeous work, that Chasing Lights in the Himalayas.
It’s great how the digital age has put so many amazing tools in the hands of so many talented people.
I could watch videos like this all day. Thanks for linking them, as you do on such a regular basis.

Yes. Yes I do.
Of course, it could turn out to be one of those things you buy and then never get around to using. Like those incomprehensible blender attachments at the back of the cupboard, or that kitchen blowtorch that was bought in a fit of momentary enthusiasm and which is now gathering dust.

You want one and you know it.
Needs a nuclear backpack, more armor, and some built-in projectile weapons. Plus jump-jets. Gotta have jump-jets.

I was dropped from a job because I was a woman.

Male privilege detected.

Lonely deaths
Well, I’m depressed. That’s going to stick with me all weekend.

That kitchen blowtorch
“Eat spinach? Make me. Go ahead and try.”

“Assorted control panels.”
The German power station reminds me of an electrical panel we had on the wall of one of the physics labs at school that looked like something out of Frankenstein. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen one of those big open throw-switches in real life. Gave me the creeps.
“Under the draft proposals, a standard pizza for one should contain no more than 928 calories – far less than many sold by takeaways, restaurants and shops. And the recommendations suggest that a savoury pie should contain no more than 695 calories.”
Our “Conservative” government at work, ladiesangennlemen. Why do we bother?
“wokest.”
Remember when science denial was… oh:
“Victims of Hurricane Michael are represented by climate deniers”
Does it never cross the minds of the geniuses at the Guardian that Floridians live in a hurricane zone and are perfectly aware that their frequency and intensity aren’t increasing? Of course, some smartarse arts graduate sitting in a nice air-conditioned office in London on a six-figure salary knows better…

wokissimus
Sigh. Remember how we joked about finding the black gay disabled person for use as an intersectionality trump card? Remember when the human race wasn’t a complete joke?
This is not helping the depression.
By the way David: the “toll free number” listed on your credit notes is just a Korean nail salon in Blackburn. The redemption process could be smoother is what I’m saying.

Does it never cross the minds of the geniuses at the Guardian that Floridians live in a hurricane zone and are perfectly aware that their frequency and intensity aren’t increasing?
To be fair to the Guardian, as distasteful as that is, Floridians, along with their compatriots who live within spitting distance of the Mississippi, may be aware, but live in blissful denial of the fact that they could be nailed by a hurricane or flood, and are generally unprepared and surprised when they are.
Regardless, the real deniers are those who deny all the variables and inputs that go into a complex system and instead hang onto a quasi-religious belief that the sole variable is a trace gas.

“The redemption process could be smoother is what I’m saying.”
I keep getting refund cheques from “The Anal Sex and Fetish Perversion Company” so needless to say I haven’t cashed any.

an electrical panel we had on the wall of one of the physics labs at school that looked like something out of Frankenstein.
One of my undergraduate internships was in a lab with quite a bit of esoteric high-power research equipment, and a number of scratch-built control panels for same. One of the panels had a large red pushbutton on it and a neatly hand-lettered note saying “DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON”. When questioned, the lab enmployees would simply reiterate not to press the button and change the subject.
About four weeks in, there was a loug BANG from the vicinity of said panel, an acrid smell of burning electronics, and a quick scurrying of one of the interns away from the panel. This was followed by much backslapping and hilarity amongst the lab employees and the exchange of cash.
It turns out that the button was wired to nothing but a moderate current and a number of tiny fuses, with the intent that pressing the button would simply cause the fuses to explode with a loud BANG and an acrid smell of burning electronics. The lab employees had a betting pool each semester for how long it would take for an intern to press the button.

SJW problems, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, whose father was black, is not black enough to play fictional John Henry.
The main beef, apparently, is that previous actors and a stamp have been darker than Johnson, though despite there allegedly having been a real John Henry, the hue value and chroma of John Henry in the song is never discussed, so why, given the cast of “Hamilton”, a half black half Samoan can’t play this part is unclear. Other than bitching for the sake of bitching, of course.

No doubt the victims of Hurricane Michael will soon be represented by Michael Avenatti.

No doubt the victims of Hurricane Michael will soon be represented by Michael Avenatti.
Oddly enough, not a lot in the media about the aftermath or the victims of Hurricane Michael. Not sure if it’s because they aren’t of any of the Approved Victim Classes, or if the media got a bit burnt on the pre-hyping of Florence – the Catastrophic Hurricane that Wasn’t. Michael actually came ashore a pretty strong hurricane, thus the Global Warming crowd blaming the usual suspects. But aside from them, you would hardly know a hurricane had hit Florida.

Heh.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

“There must be some way to construe this as a legitimate business expense.”
Once you have one of those, who’ll dare to argue?
“Heh.”
Ooh, heh-ing the heh-meister. Nicely done. (And yes, it’s a good ‘un, that.)

Had to stop watching about halfway through as I got a bit of grit in my eye…
“Ah… that’s it. That feels good.”