Friday Ephemera
At last, shoe drawers. || He draws cities. || How do you draw an X? Anything but #8 is just wrong. || Real–time travel. || “You don’t imagine Romans in socks.” || The Royal Portuguese Cabinet of Reading, Rio de Janeiro. || At all times, dignity. || An animated collage of Google Earth images. (Photosensitive types beware.) || Golden boulder of note. || Sacred substance. || He does this better than you do. || A snug fit. || A work of evil genius. || Knitted village. || These are some of those. || Thrust. || She can’t hear men. || “The Crippens’ marriage was not a happy one.” || Petals and stems. || He chose poorly. (h/t, Holborn) || Pregnant with no vagina. || And finally, instructively, “How to make thin hamster.”
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.
She has a literal PhD in rom-coms. Had she had a figurative PhD she’d still be working today.
There you go! Props!
Correction. She has a literal PhD in rom-coms.<\i>
https://m.imgur.com/r/gaming/FXkwRc7
Shit.
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!).
Today’s word is décor.
Honestly I quite liked it until I saw the wall-sized portraits.
“Tragedy” is an odd way to spell “comedy”.
Singing goats *are* pretty funny!
If I recall correctly (for which read I’m too lazy to look it up) Edwin Hubble’s first calculation of the universal expansion was about 50 kps/megaparsec.
Not bad.
Fact of the day: the 100 inch Mr Wilson telescope he used was the last major scope whose mirror was annealed in the time honored Saint-Gobain way. After the glass was cast from the melt, it was buried for 9 months. In manure.
Today’s word is décor.
Tapestries and taxidermy to be followed by downers and daquiries in the Balmoral Suite.
Today’s word is décor.
That’s, um, special. The fox shagging the pheasant (pic 7) is a particularly nice touch.
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.
Either way, given the preponderance of questionable taxidermy and animal murals, that’s a house only a furry with a penchant for reproduction antique furniture of dubious quality would like. Failing that, Barbara Cartland looking for a holiday home.
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.
Do click through the photos.
It that’s what the beds look like, one can only imagine the despair of breakfast.
“The 100 inch Mr Wilson telescope . . . buried in manure”
Denis!
*If* not *It*
please watch to the end
https://twitter.com/USUprising/status/1088844824327933953
Sharing for any techies here. This is f’n HILLLLLARIOUS!…Learn To Code…from 2013, no less…titled Should Journalism Schools Require Reporters To Learn Code – No
https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2013/10/should-journalism-schools-require-reporters-to-learn-code-no/280711/
Seriously. I have tears in my eyes. Better than bacon. Via Ace, BTW.
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.
It that’s what the beds look like, one can only imagine the despair of breakfast.
With this as a starting point, how could it get worse, except served with chilled goat head ?
I think the threat of this was almost as effective as the RAF from keeping the Germans from invading.
Today’s word is décor.
Lightweights.
(Goes back to veneering a wall of doors with Toona ciliata.)
1) …I can be really methodical…
Yet: …they were exponentially outnumbered by the number of times I would find the entire thing broke because I had used the wrong bracket on line 20, or something similarly tiny.
2) …I tend to enjoy figuring things out.
Yet: …I would usually find myself moping over to him, laptop in hand, and he would diagnose and fix my mistake in three seconds.
Still, the real jewel: But coding, for me, was confusing, tedious, and profoundly frustrating, more so than even the most complicated story with the most reticent of sources.
As if Woke journalism demanded anything more than obedience to the ideologically approved assumptions and an ability to write in a semblance of some human language.
On that note, the intended image that I broke on my last post:
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.
Plaid socks with sandals became all the rage among Roman aristocrats soon after the conquest of Northern Britannia around 80 AD.
Historians believe this greatly accelerated the decline and fall of the empire.
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.
I think the threat of this was almost as effective as the RAF from keeping the Germans from invading.
I agree.
Baked beans for breakfast are an abomination.
And there should be black and white pudding.
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.
Yup.
I Engineered systems, which involved Designing, Implementing, and Testing software as part of the system.
Concepts like tolerance, safety margin, MTBF, DFM, and on and on don’t really apply to software (except where the software touches the physical world or there are real-time constraints).
I found them to be distinct mindsets, with little overlap.
#7. I wonder if the choice between #7 and #8 correlates with left-handedness or right-handed ness.
I transferred over from chemical engineering to computer science in third year; today I’m a DevOps “engineer” (and I share your distaste for the misuse of that term). That said, software engineering is absolutely a thing, but the real difference between a software engineer and a treu engineer is that a software engineer can’t be personally sued when his code fails. Once that is the consequence of calling yourself a software engineer, you’ll see a much different approach to software development.
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.
Ooh. It’s all kicking off now.
[ Hides breakables. ]
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.
Ancient Britons, built Stonehenge ? Shocking and completely mind blowing.
Once that is the consequence of calling yourself a software engineer, you’ll see a much different approach to software development.
Yes. Let’s bring the lawyers into it. Once that happens nothing will ever get done. See, unlike products in meat space, the idea of what software should do, the degree/quality to which it should do it, reside entirely in people’s heads. This is why requirements gathering and design churn are such a problem. That and the fact that for the most part, a software developer has to be an expert on two jobs. First, the software business and second, whatever business he’s developing software for.
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.
teen hockey players mock “indigenous” culture … “One player was pounding on the lid of a garbage can like a drum.”
So just watched this. Well this and Biil Maher ripping the Covington Kids, even after all that has transpired. I think I’m done. Anyone here have suggestions for coping with watching the greatest civilization the world has ever seen, the civilization that has freed the most people, created the greatest prosperity, brought the most people out of poverty, and done all this on scales unimaginable just 200 years ago, commit suicide? I mean, if I was on the outside of said civilization I suppose I could have a good laugh but it ain’t funny from here.
Families made estates possible but don’t you dare talk about it, haters.
I.can’t.even.
teen hockey players mock “indigenous” culture .
Turns out the kids were “indigenous” themselves, inside a locker room NOT IN PUBLIC — However,
I clicked through one of the links and …
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.
After translating that into English, as Wokefield Park already has the right name, I propose that anyone there gets kicked to the curb and it turns into Wokefield People’s LGTДӔҖBLT+ Commune and Gender Factory No. 1 “Derrida’s Own”.
I.can’t.even.
As if that cottage doesn’t demonstrate some sort of closeted zeitgeist run amok.
I was often found weeping inconsolably behind the drapes.
You was lucky to ‘ave drapes, then. There wasn’t none in our shoebox, I c’n tell ya that.
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.
If they’re playing hockey instead of lacrosse, they’ve already chosen their culture, amiright?
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.
Anyone here have suggestions
I think you’ve made the apposite suggestion yourself once or twice.
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.
The sheer, wholly intolerant and soul-crushing Oppression of the wheelchair-bound and paraplegic community.
I. Can’t. Even. I’m literally shaking.
https://youtu.be/ZHwVBirqD2s
Yeah…I don’t think we have enough of them.
Think big.
I was relieved that “How to make thin hamster” did not involve a pasta roller.