Friday Ephemera

At last, shoe drawers.
. . . . O . . . Kaaaayyyy . . . Yes, I was noting the likelihood of drawers for shoes, albeit then fallowed by those who are graphical artists . . .

I dunno. If I could make hamsters that thin, next thing you know I’d be stacking them up to see how high I could make the pile.

The Royal Portuguese Cabinet of Reading, Rio de Janeiro.
We’ve seen this a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . . .

And finally, instructively, “How to make thin hamster.”
And finally, instructively, “How to write thin hamster.”

A small suggestion for workplace camaraderie:

Fred the Fourth: great minds think alike! I was also pondering the feasibility of painting Dali-type pictures showing melting hamsters flowing everywhere. We could sell them on the sidewalk in front of the bar.

It’s #7. Darleen is good, you others are Big Endian psychopaths.

I “x” with style 8. But this is mostly because it’s how I draw a minuscule Greek alpha, minus the left side arc.

Morning, all.
Years of cursive writing, so “X” is #7.
I’m making a note of the rebellious ones.
Dude.
Via Obnoxio.

Is he single?
Calm yourself, madam.

I’ve loved John Boorman’s films for ages – maybe it’s a combination of his eye for spectacular imagery and the very weird and fruity SF/fantasy scripts in ‘Excalibur’ and ‘Zardoz’ – so it was quite fun to discover recently that his sort-of autobiographical documentary, ‘I dreamt I woke up’, was entirely available on youtube.
Check it out! This is the first of five parts. There’s a hearty dose of quasi-mystic Jungian psychology in there, more than a bit of self-parody, a ‘fantasy’ version of Boorman played by John Hurt(!), cameos by his friends and children, interviews with some pretty oddball neighbours (self-styled Celtic bards, for instance). I suspect it was always intended as a home movie, but it’s a fascinating little movie curio for those interested in his work.

You may now resume your humdrum mortal lives.
Humdrum?…
I’m ironing my socks don’t you know?….

top left deosil to bottom left, top right widdershins to bottom right…
It’s a bit radical.
[ Adds Xas7wcrg9e to list of suspected subversives. ]

One for the pub quiz. 🙂
I think you’d have to accept answers between 66.3 km/s/Mpc and 75.2 km/s/Mpc, strictly speaking.

From those who used to draw and print for a living, how to write an X:
https://youtu.be/Ky5p-L_m6BQ?t=77
Later I’ll upload a video of how I make a 4, I bet you all can’t wait.

For those of you itching to know, the universe is expanding at a rate of 70km per second per megaparsec, or thereabouts.
Expanding into what?

I’m not sure about this reinterpretation of the last supper…

You too can buy boxed of used tissues for the low, low price of only 80 frogskins!
Presumably, you could also bolster your immune system by licking the hands of random children. It would be cheaper.
Until you were arrested, I mean.

Presumably, you could also bolster your immune system by licking the hands of random children.
And then there was the gay American sex columnist who licked doorknobs….

I was hoping there’d be bacon.
Well, it’s above my pay-grade and the actual science starts getting difficult to distinguish from wild speculation. The prevailing view is that the universe isn’t necessarily expanding into anything. The idea being that the universe is, in effect, creating new space, rather than occupying more of some, as it were, pre-existing volume.
If you want a more satisfying answer, we’ll need a passing cosmologist.

Farnsworth,
let us meet the beautiful diverse editorial board
Diverse? They have their Safety Asians in the back on the left side. They are (or were) Diverse.

They are (or were) Diverse.
I have to disagree, nothing is Diverse unless there are Brown Bodies™ and Black Bodies™ as well. I am willing to concede that at least one of that herd is heterosexual and they otherwise have the LBJWTF angle covered.

Tragedy in two parts.
“Tragedy” is an odd way to spell “comedy”.

“Tragedy” is an odd way to spell “comedy”.
There was me trying to be all Shakespearean.

Tragedy in two parts.
I look at that “assuming the argument” crap – but of course MAGA hats are RAYSIS! – so anyone wearing one should expect being treated badly, even violently.
Yet for decades Che, Marx, Mao, et al, t-shirts have been worn unironically with no, AFAIK, resultant violence upon the wearer.
I should be getting my official MAGA hat next week.

the actual science starts getting difficult to distinguish from wild speculation. The prevailing view is that the universe isn’t necessarily expanding into anything. The idea being that the universe is, in effect, creating new space, rather than occupying more of some, as it were, pre-existing volume.
So you’re saying it’s still a possibility. I mean, with enough government funding and “research” that no one funding it will bother to understand. Cool.

Correction. She has a literal PhD in rom-coms.<\i>
https://m.imgur.com/r/gaming/FXkwRc7

Today’s word is décor.
So *that’s* what our host’s place looks like. I was wondering what all the bar tips were financing (sure isn’t the janitorial staff!).

“Tragedy” is an odd way to spell “comedy”.
Singing goats *are* pretty funny!

Today’s word is décor.
Tapestries and taxidermy to be followed by downers and daquiries in the Balmoral Suite.

The fox shagging the pheasant (pic 7) is a particularly nice touch.
Hmm, I saw that as the fox teabagging a pwnd noob. Must be a generational thing.

That is a diverse board. They range from PolPot to Trotsky in ideology. One of them has parents who thought about voting for Trump. Two are vegans and they are very tolerant of those who are vegetarian. They are all spiritual and believe in a higher power…Nancy Pelosi.

“The 100 inch Mr Wilson telescope . . . buried in manure”
Denis! 

please watch to the end
https://twitter.com/USUprising/status/1088844824327933953

Damn, if only Jane Austin were alive today, she could have a best selling novel with The Ignorance And The Arrogance . We’d have to supply Wi-Fi to her crypt, of course.

Today’s word is décor.
Lightweights.
(Goes back to veneering a wall of doors with Toona ciliata.)

It is quite the reveal, isn’t it Squires? But I, and presumably many here, have known it for quite some time. The failure of many of these know-it-all professions to be held to an objective standard (looking at you lawyers) yet they sit in judgement of those who are is quite the tell.
As for that breakfast, it has me pining for a certain B&B in Bath. Nothing like an English Breakfast.

Fired journos coding? F*ck no. There’s way too much awful software in the world already.
My brother in law (tall gingery Texan, surely you’ve met?) is a certified Professional Engineer, and works on things like house-size electric motors, and 250 KVA switching systems. When we chat, I never refer to myself as a software engineer, because it makes him chortle. Loudly.
Even though I was a good one, for 20 years.
But now everybody and their monkey thinks they can learn to “code” in a month. Feh.
The poor journos should get useful jobs where, when they F up, and they will, the rest of won’t suffer. Like maybe mucking out stables. Or picking up litter.

When we chat, I never refer to myself as a software engineer, because it makes him chortle. Loudly.
Yes. Yet another of my pet peeves. I agree. I was always much more comfortable with the term “developer”. Anyone who thinks software is engineered is someone unworthy of trust. But it seems like that term has caught on in the last ten years. I’m somewhat of two minds on this. Fundamentally I agree with your Texan friend, but OTOH. Software developers can’t just throw a +30% factor, or whatever civil and other engineers use, onto the problem and call it done. As our journalist subject I referenced above learned, it won’t work until you get it exactly right. Though to some degree with the increasing ability to break the problems up into digestible pieces and then throw resources at it, we are moving more in that direction. Or at least a splinter of the profession is.

#7. I wonder if the choice between #7 and #8 correlates with left-handedness or right-handed ness.

I think the threat of this was almost as effective as the RAF from keeping the Germans from invading.
And if you’d kept the nation’s entire supply of hominy grits warehoused in Honolulu, maybe Pearl Harbour wouldn’t have happened.

And if you’d kept the nation’s entire supply of hominy grits warehoused in Honolulu, maybe Pearl Harbour wouldn’t have happened.
Completely wrong, notice that the Spam and grits warehouses were completely and deliberately spared in the attack because the Japanese wanted to capture Hawaii to get them and the grits intact.
Meanwhile, in America’s Hat, not unlike the Covington kids, teen hockey players mock “indigenous” culture. Watch the video for the surprise ending.
Over in the land of breakfast bean eaters, a clickbait headline of note: Groundbreaking discovery: Who may have built Stonehenge finally revealed.

A team from University of Oxford analysed the 25 skull bones, discovering that ten of those cremated originated from western Britain. Five of the ten were potentially from southwest Wales…The other 15 people appear to be local to the Wiltshire and Stonehenge area.

Ancient Britons, built Stonehenge ? Shocking and completely mind blowing.

teen hockey players mock “indigenous” culture … “One player was pounding on the lid of a garbage can like a drum.”
I suppose Pass that Peace Pipe is too offensive to play these days, with its imagery of white people not giving a shit.
And when will the Bangles be called out for Walk Like an Egyptian – “foreign types with the hookah pipes say wayoh wayoh” … problematic on so many levels, I can’t even.

Families made estates possible but don’t you dare talk about it, haters.
I.can’t.even.

I.can’t.even.
On the rare occasions I’ve visited a stately home, the oppressive, crushing weight of “hetero-normative emphasis” has always been foremost on my mind. I was often found weeping inconsolably behind the drapes.

I.can’t.even.
As if that cottage doesn’t demonstrate some sort of closeted zeitgeist run amok.

I clicked through one of the links and …
Indigenous relations consultant Jed Johns went on to say that their ethnicity was not the point.
“I don’t think it matters if they’re Indigenous or not,” said Johns. “It definitely stirs an emotional response.”
The “guilty” boys are Metis which is probably why they were mis-identified as white. The Metis are a mixed race people of European and Native heritage. The Metis have not always been recognized as indigenous by both cultures. I suspect Jed Johns’ statement would have been different if the boys were full blood Cree or Mohawk etc.

teen hockey players mock “indigenous” culture
And the plot twist is that the participants were card-carrying aborigines. Even the blond boy who you thought was a Hitler Youth, or who reminded you of the popular kids who ignored you in middle school, turned out to be an authentic Ungabunga who’d dyed his hair to support a friend with cancer. An own goal for the SJWs, but an own goal by the SJWs’ own rules, rules which are implicitly accepted and reinforced during Rebel Media’s gloating.
The unquestioned premise is that indigenous people should be exempt from mockery. Not only exempt from mockery, but seemingly exempt from conventional shorthand representations like a whooping warrior with a feather, in contexts where a Frenchman would be represented as a nasal-vowel-using, beret-wearing skirt chaser.
Conservatives on principle may grant some respect to a warrior culture that put up a good fight back in the day and wants to hold on to some of their traditions, and that certainly doesn’t mean rolling over and conceding every time one of the warriors claims his feelings are hurt.
But from first principles, I’d expect liberals to be skeptical and irreverent towards claims that pre-fight chants and banging-sticks-together music are cultural traditions be cherished, and towards the extraordinarily grandiose demand that insufficient deference for the twee, kitschy displays of this culture, any sniggering at the back or imitations, should be treated as crime against humanity.

Yeah…I don’t think we have enough of them. Plus I don’t know how to fly one and given the low level of trust I’m feeling, I’m not getting in one with anyone I haven’t known for a long, long time. Don’t think those bastards aren’t planning the same thing. And my trust in our military is sinking fast.

Yeah…I don’t think we have enough of them.
Think big.