Friday Ephemeraren’t

I want my money back.

Hatetris. “A game of Tetris that always gives you the worst possible pieces.”

I’m still finding my feet . .
Oh, they’d be those bony and floppy things down below your ankles . . .

Most histories of tea struggle with the concept that Imperial China was not in fact a blameless victim in the nineteenth century, however indefensible Britain’s behaviour in pushing opium on its population was.
There’s an awful habit of regurgitating the (frankly racist) assumptions of Tianxia etc. as if they were fact. Western commentators simply can’t break the habit of assuming that, in any interaction between whitey and “people of colour”, the former were wicked and the latter blameless.

Welcome to 2019.
So far, I’m rather enjoying 2019. Admittedly, four days – or three days and a bit – isn’t much to go on, but still.

They live in mini-bus
They live in a fantasy world.

Not exactly Lord Kitchener, and not a joke. OK, not an intentional joke

he coined the term Hot Girl Privilege
The term for that is ‘Pussy Pass’, and it’s been around a while.

For those who didn’t know that a Bros documentary exists.
Via Damian.

[ Opens notepad. Writes down pussy pass. ]
I should follow up with 1) that’s very different from a “hall pass” and b) either is likely to provoke a rather arch conversation with your SO if you leave that notebook lying around.

Antiques Roadshow is edgier than I remember.
Alas, the tweet is already deleted.

a transplanted peanut allergy;
Kinda frightening, in a way… (o.O)
Commenting on Neatorama will earn you NeatoPoints!
I learned something TWO new somethings today.

“I want my money back.”
You paid for a thrill ride. What more do you want?
Sheesh, some people…

Social bonds effectively broke down and male mice, without a reason to defend their territory or food source (since both were plentiful) became dejected, forming cliques that randomly attacked one another for seemingly no reason. Females similarly began abandoning young or even attacking them and slowly but surely, both males and females simply stopped breeding.

That reminds me of something, but I can’t quite place my finger on it…

It was like when I found that book on Slade’s career at a South Carolina yard sale and realized that Spinal Tap just changed the names
Sir, I shall put that faux-pas down to the inexplicable failure of you Americans to embrace the magnificence of the mighty Slade.
“Spinal Tap” was surely a lampoon of 80s British metal bands such as Iron Maiden (who were awful but could at least laugh at themselves) and the equally awful Judas Priest, who were also pompous and humourless to boot. Legend has it that they (Judas Priest) walked out of a screening of “Spinal Tap”, believing it to be aimed at them; Rob Reiner had certainly been to see them on tour before beginning production.
I suppose Slade’s failure to conquer the US market might have some resonance if one supposes that “ST” is about a similar failure, but that’s not how I read it. At the start of the movie, the Tap are playing to full houses in large venues, and it’s only after Nigel Tufnel quits that it all falls apart.
Slade in their heyday were never a heavy metal band; coming in at the tail end of the 60s “beat boom’, they became known in their early days of success as a good-time rock band, in the mould of the Stones or the Faces (see this Little Richard cover by way of example). They then had a couple of years success with some insanely catchy pop rock hits, became a bit more serious with their third album and then tried to crack America whilst also making “the Citizen Kane of rock movies” Slade in Flame, from which comes this pop gem.
Unfortunately, their teenage audience’s tastes were developing and discovering the likes of Roxy Music and Bowie, rejecting prog-rock out of hand and eventually getting hip to the delights of Dr. Feelgood and the early days of punk (I know, I was that soldier) and Slade’s career faded away as the lads who liked them grew older.
More like “Puff The Magic Dragon” than “Spinal Tap”, really.

“Spinal Tap” was surely a lampoon of 80s British metal bands . . .

“This was not about a specific band,” Guest explained patiently, more than once. . . . .
That said, there was a particular incident that may have sparked something in Guest, who co-wrote the script (what writing there was — more on that later), co-wrote the songs, and co-stars as Spinal Tap’s lead guitarist, Nigel Tufnel. “In the ‘70s, I was in LA, in the lobby, waiting for a friend at a hotel,” Guest recalled. “And a British band came in, and the manager went up to the desk, and he was checking in. And he turned, and one of the musicians was standing there, and he said, ‘Where’s your bass, where’d you put your bass?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I think I left it at the airport.’ ‘You left your bass at the airport?’ ‘My what?’ ‘Your bass. Where’s your bass?’ ‘I don’t know, do I?’ This went on for 20 minutes. ‘So you’re saying you left your bass at the airport?’ ‘Well I don’t know, do I?’

Bloody hell. Twelve years.

Hatetris
It says a lot about me that I immediately jogged on to this site and tried to see if I could beat it…and then was surprised by the result.
Happy new year, all..

Five days left for New Year’s price that’s now 93% off….
Heh.

Made a joke. How’d that pan out?
https://twitter.com/benshapiro/status/1080845675946901505