Friday Ephemera
8am scenes. Embrace the morning. (h/t, Damian) || Big-haired Victorians. || She does this better than you do. || Ditto. || I do like the cubes. || It’s all kicking off at Essex County Council. || Snow clearance of note. || Chicago club scene, 1931. || Landing in Greenland, a pilot’s view. (h/t, Holborn) || The evolution of the alphabet. || Stability issues. || Islam versus the menace of haram emoticons. (h/t, Dicentra) || Meanwhile, at Tate Modern. || Witchcraft undone. || When your towels are too orderly. || Optically deceptive spinning top of note. || The Sequence 2 is a game. || Today’s words are glittered dog scrotum. || Folding guitar of note. (h/t, Things) || Defiant fluff. || And finally, you first. No, really. I insist.
They string together words, regurgitating phrases…
You have to admit, though, Bioessentialist Violence is a good name for a hair band.
I am still trying to figure out how an economy is heterosexual, though.
The power of women working together.
You see, it worked when they were facing the other way and then they turned round.
So, you know this spatial reasoning thing men are supposed to be good at? This is what happens when you don’t have it.
Heh.
I denounce myself.
… their vaginas and periods … reek[s] of bioessentialist violence and eugenics
Ouch. It was bad enough when they just smelled of fish.
“To lighten the mood, proper art.”
Sometimes, the Internet is still awesome.
“For British readers of a certain age.”
I remember gasping for breath laughing at that exact episode. I must have been about ten years older than the target audience at the time. And it still cracks me up. As someone further down the thread says, there’s just something ineffably funny about Sweep.
Chicago club scene, 1931.
Hypothesis: cis-hetero-normative (I hope I got the adjective right) guys enjoy looking at pretty girls; the less the girls wear, the more the guys enjoy it.
Folding guitar of note.
Do the amplifier and speakers also fold in half?
Today’s words are glittered dog scrotum.
No.
Just…no.
Good band name though.
I thought it might be Engrish but…
All your base are belong to us.
As for the progressive ladies on the snowbank, I’d wager they checked the signs by looking at them facing themselves, and they looked right then…
Oh, dammit. I didn’t scroll down far enough. Ray had already made that observation.
As you were.
8am scenes
[comment about the little dog in the upper window looking confused: “Why is father so amgry?]
This sort of low-budget lightsaber battles with fence planks are why I rather enjoy my little 2-bedroom house on a 1/2-acre parcel. My neighbors’ domiciles are at least 60 feet away on either side, with a 7-foot high concrete block wall on the south, and a nice thick growth of Arizona Cypress, juniper shrubs and honeysuckle vines on the fence to the north, creating a lovely green wall, so I only interact with the neighbors when I chose to do so.
It’s people like me who are “destroying the planet”, though, according to the Democratic Party in California.
And they say gentrification is a terrible thing.
Looks like that street could use some.
Looks like that street could use some.
That, or a redirected lava flow.
“Folding guitar of note.”
And it folds symmetrically!
I thought it was the bass players who were dumb.
Today’s words are glittered dog scrotum.
Which can only lead to glittered dog tongue. Oh c’mon you know you were thinking it.
Oh, and note-to-self, do not, under any circumstances, shake hands with someone who has glitter on their hands.
Heartwarming moment of note:
https://twitter.com/JKCorden/status/1091416088896831491
[ Slides box of man-size tissues along bar. ]
Heartwarming moment of note
The very definition of “true friends”.
[Why’d I have to click on that while chopping onions… seriously, I was. Honest.]
It’s all kicking off at Essex County Council
What the perpetually outraged never do is say what would have been acceptable. What image DOES represent a trans person. If they then can’t agree that would suggest they should be more accommodating.
The very definition of “true friends”.
I feel sorry for every Best Man who has to try to live up to this. Tough act to follow!
“I feel sorry for every Best Man who has to try to live up to this.”
The next time I’m a best man, I’ll snip the brake lines on the groom’s car. Or is that wrong?
I am still trying to figure out how an economy is heterosexual, though.
Versus one where goods are exchanged only for other goods, and services only for other services, and the regressive, procreative presence of capital is left right out.
cis-hetero-normative (I hope I got the adjective right) guys enjoy looking at pretty girls
Yes.
[Why’d I have to click on that while chopping onions… seriously, I was. Honest.]
I watched it after moving around some surprisingly dusty old books. [I thought David had cleaners?] Anyway, in case you all need something to cheer yourselves up after watching that, may I present a very good reason why you should never build a Dalek snowman:
https://twitter.com/oeufelia/status/1091317901565591553
Equal pay for unequal work.
https://www.theguardian.com/money/2014/apr/11/supermarket-staff-equal-pay-cases-asda
@Gina Gabelstapler
Now the part left out:
Moving cans over a scanner, or taking them out of a box and putting them on a shelf, is not exactly the same as driving a forkift to get crates and palletized boxes off a warehouse shelf, than manually lifting the contents of the crates and pallets onto other pallets, loading those onto trucks, and driving the trucks from the distribution center to the stores.
It is quite apparent that neither Michael Newman nor anyone at Leigh Day has a clue how goods are moved about, or has ever set foot in a warehouse.
is not exactly the same as driving a forkift to get crates and palletized boxes off a warehouse shelf
It’s even worse than that …
…cuz I guess the job of a person inside a warm, sheltered lunchroom monitoring kids is doing the exact same thing as a person walking behind a trash collection truck, in all manner of weather, picking up/dumping commercial trash cans.
Are the ladies legally restricted from applying for and working in the warehouse? Noooo? So if women are choosing the easier path, what’s the problem?
Meanwhile, back at the Gillette ad kerfluffle…
Gillette:
So sorry. As I told the San Jose (silicon valley) newspaper (yes, real paper) some years ago:
“Sure, I’ll consider resubscribing. If you give me six months free.”
For some reason, we could not come to an agreement.
“Marxist-Leninist. Studying Anthropology through a decolonial lens”.
They string together words, regurgitating phrases, but it’s just an approximation of mental activity.
Lol. This. They’re scary cultists.
They’re scary cultists.
Well, the handful of self-styled “Marxist-Leninists” I’ve encountered had a kind of twitchy brittleness. Perhaps as a result of trying to defend so many false premises. They struggled with unfamiliar questions and tried to compensate with unearned annoyance and lots of rote proclamation. Not unlike this:
Big shiny words, regurgitated wholesale. It’s very cut-and-paste.
…disrupted the gender relations of many african and indigenous societies…
True, it is common knowledge that the Apaches invented homosexual marriage, fully one third of Australian aborigines were “transsexual”, and the only reason furry culture didn’t last in Africa is that they kept being eaten by lions.
Meanwhile, moar wymxn smashing patriarchy.
Meanwhile, moar wymxn smashing patriarchy.
Punctuation matters.
In today’s exciting episode of “Victim Olympics”…
Really, it is in plain black and white, “…Life, Liberty, The Pursuit of Happiness, and Comfortable Seating…”. I Believe it is also in the Magna Carta.
Nonsense, the capitalist patriarchal skinnyocracy has produced many products to meaningfully give yourself care.
A+ for not participating in “diet culture”, F- for being on “the trail”, a gross of Krispy Kremes™ is not trail food, and, just spitballing here, there is probably an obvious cause for the pain for which you require
crutchespoles.Take a
wadewaddle through the site. The supreme narcissistic idiocy of this is amazing even by SJW standards; you require “Leggings. Sizes up to 6X.”, but are participating in an activity that could put you in even 1X leggings with a little calorie control, but still bitch because Delta won’t install a bench seat just for you.Oh, FFS, now they are just being stupid.
Is Cold Weather Racist ?
As has been said, cut and paste from The Grievance Journal,and from the comments, I don’t think it was meant to be parody.
“Sure, I’ll consider resubscribing. If you give me six months free.”
For some reason, we could not come to an agreement.
I simply stopped paying my subscription to the Orlando Sentinel. It still kept coming. I called and tried to stop it. I got into awkward conversations about how I didn’t want something for “free”. I got it to stop for a month at a time. And then it would startt again. Eventually we moved. At my new house they still deliver a coupon and advert filled edition once a week that I cannot stop. My last suggestion to them is a new marketing slogan. “The Orlando Sentinel. We’re like Christmas. You can’t stop it from coming”.
Oh, FFS, now they are just being stupid.
They have been being stupid for 40-50 years.
Give the left enough rope and
http://nymag.com/intelligencer/2019/02/andrew-sullivan-the-nature-of-sex.html
…you can start with a handful of presumptions, frame first the conversation and then reality itself, and end up with federal legislation that diminishes any tradition you want, up to and including biological verity.
At this rate everything you know is the product of somebody else’s opinion – a moral tyranny of the majority, underwritten by the academy with the pop media as its great intellectual delivery mechanism.
Life itself has become a postmodern random text generator.
“Give the left enough rope and”
With any luck they’ll induce auto-neurotic asphyxiation in themselves.
Life itself has become a postmodern random text generator.
The more of this nonsense that I see, the more I’m beginning to sympathize with schizophrenics.
Life itself has become a postmodern random text generator.
It’s nice to see Sully try to be relevant again after his career as a ob-gyn-by-remote. But he still hedges his bets in that article and only because “T” is threatening “G”. He can’t seem to say “but I’m all for supporting trans people!” enough.
He’s just as afraid of the Transcultists as the lesbians on the panel. He needs to man-up and tell “T” to STFU and go away.
Meanwhile, at Tate Modern.
Last weekend, the husband and I indulged ourselves with a day devoted to wandering the Norton Simon Museum of Art
Like most of the visitors, we lingered in the wings devoted to art from Renaissance to the 19th century. What I noticed is that no one (including us) spent as much time in the 20th century wing. Canvases of squares or splashes just can’t compare with the mastery of this or this.
Darleen,
I’m sure you are aware that preferring pre-20th century western art (and architecture) to “modern” art and architecture makes you… wait for it…. a RAYCISS!
(Apparently, the “alt-right” has glommed on to the “classical western” art and architecture scene, making the whole lot “tainted” and unacceptable to the Wokelings.)
Between TomJ’s proper art and Farnsworth Muldoon’s clever sketches, this has been the happiest time I’ve ever spent on the blog. David, I’m sending you all my money now, and all I’ll ever get in the future. Don’t worry, I can live on what I forage.
Oh, and if no one has explained already, those ladies with the signs are lined up to be read by oncoming traffic. But they shouldn’t cluster up — spread out, and have a fourth sign saying “Burma Shave.”
Apparently, the “alt-right” has glommed on to the “classical western” art and architecture scene…
It could be they recognize that politics is downstream from culture, and culture downstream from a people’s ethics back at home.
One fairly credits them with avoiding rightist pastimes like yowling at vegans, debating some liberal’s genitals, expecting “democracy” in the mideast for a gazillion neocon dollars, and panicking about (how a century of its own wanton excesses led to) pilfered federal benefits funds.
David, I’m sending you all my money now, and all I’ll ever get in the future. Don’t worry, I can live on what I forage.
Don’t forget to leave the car keys.
Someone needs to send this to Sully.
Gave the car, title and keys to H. Albertus Boli, Ll. D., some years ago, and not seen them or him since.
Apparently, the “alt-right”
Which, according to the Maolings, is anyone who dares to disagree with them.
Like most of the visitors, we lingered in the wings devoted to art from Renaissance to the 19th century. What I noticed is that no one (including us) spent as much time in the 20th century wing.
I now refuse to even go past the 1930’s. I just stop at that point in the museum and leave. There’s so little I like past that date — although not quite zero — that I made an executive decision to not bother.
I won’t enter modern art galleries unless my wife first shows me that there is something there I will like. I go have an ice-cream or something useful.