Friday Ephemeraren’t
Because I’m busy, you’re getting a chance to assemble your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I’ll set the ball rolling with a rudely interrupted live-stream of note; a compendium of real-time air-traffic audio streams; via Damian, the thrill of Antarctic bore hole noises; via Pogonip, the bedtime companion of your dreams; and not one, but two items of flatulence-related news.
Oh, and Big Knickers.
“the bedtime companion of your dreams”
Well, the bloke in the photo seems happy enough. Wait… no, it can’t be…
Has the fartiste been thrown off Twitter?
Is this even legal?
20 Top Lawyers Were Beaten By Legal AI
I mean, tomorrow.
Is this even legal?
Most states have criminal prohibitions against practicing law without a license, but there are gray areas. For example, real estate agents “write” contracts in the sense that they fill in the blanks on pre-printed forms which have been written by lawyers somewhere. If they try to create a contract from scratch, they cross the line. A person can buy a generic promissory note in a stationary store or find one online and use it himself, but if he opens a store front to do commercial paper for others, he’s hosed.
AI is a different beast entirely and in a sense, we’ve been there for some time. You can go to a website like Legal Zoom, answer some questions and for a fee it will spit out all the docs necessary to form a business in your jurisdiction for example. The theory is that you’re paying for access to a database but making the decisions for what you need on your own.
In truth, AI or similar things will completely destroy most legal/law firm/lawyer “bread & butter” business, i.e. estate planning, business formation, real estate, non-contested no frills divorce, etc. within the next decade if not sooner. Even law firms will start using it for routine document review in lieu of hiring young law school grads at high starting salaries. Actually, that part of the legal business has been in hospice for a while.
A very small story…
http://www.designcurial.com/news/mona-lisa-replica-painted-using-eyelash-5896186/
MeToo goes there:
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/nosacredcows/2018/11/two-more-women-accuse-neil-degrasse-tyson-of-sexual-misconduct/
I myself am only vaguely familiar with Tyson, but I do understand he is considered a subject of veneration by liberals, as well as an unassailable authority on any subject on which he may air on opinion.
Or at least, he was.
Tick, tick, tick…
Oops. Should be “…AN opinion.” Sorry.
Dr Wilkinson is a wisewoman.
Apparently.
a rudely interrupted live-stream of note
“This shit don’t stop, maan”
Narrator: But the shit did stop.
not one, but two items of flatulence-related news.
He has a Patreon.
https://www.patreon.com/paulflart
Morning, all.
Narrator: But the shit did stop.
I’m still marvelling at just how much of a moron Mr Hollings is. I mean, it’s quite a thing to behold.
Also, via Ben, a primary-school lunch beverage of note.
Also, as noted previously, the state of woke publishing isn’t quite as healthy as its proponents might wish. It turns out that the number of people willing to pay to read mind-crushingly woke insights is smaller than anticipated.
the state of woke publishing isn’t quite as healthy as its proponents might wish.
Get woke, go broke.
the bedtime companion of your dreams
Not big enough…
Get woke, go broke.
Vanity is a powerful drug.
Not big enough…
Yes, but the “legs are flexible and separate,” permitting adornment with the panties of your choice.
I’ll put you down for three.
Meanwhile, ‘it’s the unique way it’s funded’, apparently:
https://twitter.com/standardnews/status/1068423282154704897
Oh, and I almost forgot!
*sings* “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”
https://twitter.com/vancat85/status/1068424466458386432
*sings* “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”
I see we’re to call them “protection trees.” That’s a comfort.
If we’re doing notable beverages…
Dr. Wilkinson is a wisewoman
Related.
He has a Patreon.
Yes, a select group of people are apparently willing to pay to watch things of this nature.
Blogging’s looking pretty classy right now.
Preppers, storing essentials for the apocalypse, Brexit style.
I’ve been trying to follow the whole Brexit mess, but I was unaware that the EU wolfpacks were going to intercept the quinoa and three-color couscous convoys on the Savannah to Liverpool to Murmansk run.
I’ve been trying to follow the whole Brexit mess,
In terms of hysteria, think of Brexit as the British version of “Orange Man Bad.”
Dr Wilkinson is a wisewoman.
Well, anyone appearing in a TED Talk must be wise, verging on god-like. Right?
Preppers, storing essentials for the apocalypse, Brexit style.
Um, the first rule of preparing for the apocalypse is you don’t let the Daily Mail do multiple column inches on your preparation which include photo of your stash and the house where all your supplies are located. Don’t these people read Sci Fi any more?
In terms of hysteria, think of Brexit as the British version of “Orange Man Bad.”
I rather got that impression, and the list of catastrophes and things that will be unavailable rivals the list of things “climate change” is alleged to cause.
Heinz canned baked beans (to tie in with fartistes and butt pillows) will be unavailable ? If I can get the real UK version of those here in Tinytown, South Flyoverlandia, I am going to go out on a limb and guess they are not really made by blind Portuguese nuns in a secret factory under the Hague and only shipped to the UK in armored train cars guarded by Interpol via the channel tunnel.
The difference between a stupid name, and an unfortunate name.
Not big enough…
“I like big pillows and I cannot lie…”
not one, but two items of flatulence-related news.
“The following video contains graphic content” 😀
…butt pillows? I’m more of a breast man myself (link is NSFW).
To each his own though. The butt pillow would make a great gift if coupled with a Whoopie Cushion I think:-).
In re: Big Knickers.
I loved how the author of that blurb stated that the Ozzie steer is “194 cm tall and 1.4 tonnes of weight.” But “[i]n freedom units, that’s 6 feet 4 inches tall and a little [more than] 3,000 pounds.”
Because AMERICA, dammit! USA! USA! USA, and all that.
It’s fun when you come up with an idea – and do nothing with it of course – just to see it come to into existence years later.
As of today, my uncredited inventions include:
-Magnetic Levitation Trains
-Butt Pillows
Surely my genius will continue to go unrecognized.
…butt pillows? I’m more of a breast man myself…
Because AMERICA, dammit! USA! USA! USA, and all that.
Setting aside the, shall we say, niche interests of some of the commentariat on these pages (I’m not judging, mind you), I would note, my first thought upon reviewing Jabrwok’s link was, “God bless Capitalism.”
And yes, I’m quite serious.
I’m more of a breast man myself (link is NSFW).
I see a lawsuit in the making, with some of those, if you rollover in the night you could put an eye out.
I see a lawsuit in the making, with some of those, if you rollover in the night you could put an eye out.
See, this is why we can’t have nice things…Lawyers.
That wasn’t the story I was expecting. I thought it would be the one about the Christmas lights in Walsall last year…
Or the ones in Sevastopol the year before…
“For example, real estate agents “write” contracts in the sense that they fill in the blanks on pre-printed forms which have been written by lawyers somewhere.”
I don’t know what it was like in other jurisdictions, but here in Scotland, lawyers bought and sold houses until at least the ’60s, and actually well into the ’70s (they still do if you want, obviously, but until then it was the standard way anyone would go about it). I still remember my dad ranting about these jumped-up estate agents stealing his business. And for a lawyer in general practice at that time, it was their core business.
But hey, the market provides. Mind you, the rest of your comment makes me glad I didn’t follow him into the profession.
“Meanwhile, ‘it’s the unique way it’s funded’, apparently”
Unfortunately, due to that unique funding, GWGB doesn’t apply to the Beeb.
“I like big pillows and I cannot lie…”
Just in case anyone hasn’t heard it. (Minus several million nerd points if you say, “Oh, it sounds like the version they did on Glee!” You’re a Bad Person.)
But hey, the market provides. Mind you, the rest of your comment makes me glad I didn’t follow him into the profession.
I’ve told my own kids I’ll disown them if they decide they want to be an attorney. It’s not worth the time or expense. As a practical matter, the “solicitor” part of the business here in the U.S. is destined for the way of all flesh. There will still be a need for “barristers,” but precious few of law graduates actually have the stones to try a lawsuit in court in front of a jury.
BTW, real estate should involve lawyers in my view, because, as I told my clients, I get paid regardless of whether the sale closes or not. Real estate agents only get paid if something sells. Consequently, their interest lies in making sure thing are ignored or minimized. My interest is making sure you don’t screw up the largest purchase of your life. Most of my real estate litigation practice involved cases where no lawyer was involved and real estate agents told purchasers or sellers, “it will be alright.”
As you might imagine, there’s a cobra-mongoose relationship between lawyers and real estate people in the U.S.
“there’s a cobra-mongoose relationship between lawyers and real estate people in the U.S.”
My dad’s been retired for – crikey – over 20 years now, but yes, that all sounds very familiar.
A beautiful moment, captured forever.
Brings a tear to the eye.
Brings a tear to the eye.
It’s the smell.
Glad to have been of help.
Trump has to get the Senate to confirm a new Witchfinder-General.
Brings a tear to the eye.
This is why you’re supposed to do the proposal before you have the kids. 🙂
All I could think when I read this is that someone had the job of shaving her.
Why do flies suddenly appear every time you open a beer?
Fun story in itself, but not notably Ephemeworthy. However, I defy anyone not to sing the headline to the tune of the Carpenters’ “Close to You”.
Not only is parody dead, they are beating the corpse.
Not only is parody dead, they are beating the corpse.
It’s strange how so many of our publicly-funded arts organisations, the ones that routinely plead poverty, always seem to have time and resources for questionable peripheral activities. It also occurs to me that insofar as people with disfigurements face social difficulties, this is unlikely to be because the rest of us assume that they must therefore be bad people, akin to serial killers or cat-stroking supervillains bent on world domination.
I loved how the author of that blurb stated that the Ozzie steer is “194 cm tall and 1.4 tonnes of weight.” But “[i]n freedom units, that’s 6 feet 4 inches tall and a little [more than] 3,000 pounds.”
Because AMERICA, dammit! USA! USA! USA, and all that.
Once upon a time the UK did a change over to metric . . . —Australia may have done the same, but— . . . and at some point I read of someone in the UK who was Greatly Concerned with Getting It Right, very carefully memorized all the conversion tables, noted exactly what one is Supposed To Say, had been reading all the Warnings Regarding The Wrong System and went off to his local store to get some lumber for a project.
The article ended with something to the effect of;
real-time air-traffic audio streams
Presumably it will not include my favorite, which finishes “Yes, in 1944, but it was nighttime and I didn’t land.”