Her Friends Have Shattered Brains
“Almost everyone I know comes home from a hard day being ground on the wheel of late stage disaster capitalism and tries to wrap their shattered brain around the very real prospect of species collapse. It’s a lot.”
Also, open thread. While I get my act together.
While I get my act together.
Hangover?
Hangover?
Heh. Not today. That was Friday. And Saturday. But as I’m sure I’ve said before, getting back into blogging after a pause is not unlike lowering your buttocks into a hot bath. Best done cautiously.
Guess who.
I think she’s putting the cart before the horse.
I think she’s putting the cart before the horse.
It does seem likely, given Laurie’s history as a self-dramatising narcissist – one who flies around the world, from Harvard to Hollywood, tweeting about how terribly oppressed she is. And conflating social trends – and the fate of the entire planet – with her own tedious mood disorders wouldn’t be a first, or remotely out of character.
..and fascists are wrecking what’s left of democracy.
I imagine this as a Pete and Dud sketch:
” D’you know, I saw that Mussolini down the pub last night. He told me he was going to overthrow the government and institute a Fascist State.”
” Really?”
” Yeah. That is if his gov’ner would give him a couple of weeks off work.”
People like LP are living a fantasy world.
I’m beginning to suspect that her working acquaintances may merely be humoring her along. Call me an optimist.
I nominate Mz Penny as a contestant on Big Brother. Either that or The Bachelorette.
I nominate Mz Penny as a contestant on Big Brother.
Apparently, she was once asked to take part, or short-listed, or was considered a suitable, um, participant. At least she tweeted something to that effect a few years ago. Though I think watching her inevitable mental disintegration on live television would be a bit much for all but the hardest hearts.
…I know comes home from a hard day being ground on the wheel of late stage disaster capitalism…
She stunningly and bravely typed on her 26 horsepower two stroke “Magnetovitch” elctronified typographicon made by proud Soviet workers in 1937 in the Leningrad Elektoworks and Tank Factory #56 “Za Slavu Rodina” and sent via 1200 baud modem installed by British Telecom in 1987.
Meanwhile, this being an open thread, and speaking of deranged leftists, YouTube bans Battle Bot videos because of animal cruelty, despite there being zero animal involvement.
Though I think watching her inevitable mental disintegration on live television would be a bit much for all but the hardest hearts.
She wants an ‘anarcho-communist’ revolution so she can ‘self-determine’ how much of my salary she can steal. I’d be okay watching her crack up on live TV.
She wants an ‘anarcho-communist’ revolution so she can ‘self-determine’ how much of my salary she can steal. I’d be okay watching her crack up on live TV.
Fair point.
watching her inevitable mental disintegration on live television
Doesn’t that happen every time she’s on live television?
Almost everyone I know…”
Because sane and moral people avoid her.
Almost everyone I know…”
Because sane and moral people avoid her.
This. I read the snippet in the original post and thought wtf. I put in my 8 to 5. I go home, and my main thought is what’s for dinner. Or rather, what do I feel like making myself for dinner?
I swear these people are straining overmuch to find drama.
btw – isn’t she the one with the posh pad featured in some magazine? All decorated just so, the whole thing much nicer than anything I’ve ever been able to afford to rent.
speaking of deranged leftists, YouTube bans…
Google owns YouTube and isn’t shy anymore about punishing people who it finds distasteful. It’s very annoyed with PragerU and testimony before the Senate so it has upped the number of restricted video as (cannot be viewed on any computer with filters that block “adult” content, including libraries) to 99. It includes such sexual or violent themed subjects as the series on the 10 commandments – just think how awful to expose teens to the idea that it is wrong to steal! History subjects, like the founding of Israel,Churchill’s role in WWII, the Korean and Vietnam wars.
It’s easy to laugh at this sort of piffle. Then you start to realise how many people under the age of 35 believe it.
isn’t she the one with…
The self-styled “riot-grrl” and “anarcho-communist” – the one who shouts, “fuck money!” and who claims to dream of living “in the rubble” of toppled capitalism – and who also finds time to appear in celebrity lifestyle shoots for Apartment Therapy magazine. Which is pretty much shorthand for the thing she claims to despise and wishes to see “on fire.”
The exact levels of twattery are hard to calculate.
Elsewhere, damn wypipo and their criminalizing zoophilia.
To marginalize the indigenous people, don’t you know.
Though I think watching her inevitable mental disintegration on live television would be a bit much for all but the hardest hearts.
She’s not insane. She’s your garden-variety trustafarian. You could put her on Big Brother, but you wouldn’t get a meltdown, you’d just get temper tantrums, endless pivoting every time she’s pressed on one of her idiot ideas, and likely a great deal of “I didn’t say (thing that there’s video evidence she said)”. Followed by endless moralizing self-aggrandizement on Twitter after her appearance.
She’s an oversized petulant child, but she’s not BPD nuts.
you’d just get temper tantrums, endless pivoting every time she’s pressed on one of her idiot ideas, and likely a great deal of “I didn’t say (thing that there’s video evidence she said)”.
Hardly a display of sound mental integration. And with nowhere to escape to and be flattered, I suspect things would get livelier. When meeting any significant resistance, however briefly – as, say, during her infamous exchange with David Starkey – things tend to go quite badly for her. It’s car-crash stuff, and quite revealing.
The exact levels of twattery are hard to calculate.
Would have to be expressed in astronomical units, no doubt.
The exact levels of twattery are hard to calculate.
Speaking of which, the other day Tim T favored us with an epic recipe, that is epic.
Today in twattery, however, we learn the food editor of People magazine a) does not have common ingredients on hand, and b) has no clue how to cook.
I don’t care if he is a millennial in NYC, a fargin’ food editor should know what the hell a “rasher” of bacon is, and not be surprised that common US packaging has 12 rashers, or strips in US English.
watching her inevitable mental disintegration on live television would be a bit much for all but the hardest hearts
It seems I am a bad person….
YouTube bans Battle Bot videos because of animal cruelty, despite there being zero animal involvement.
Perhaps if the Battle Bots could speak, they might self-identify as animals, and complain of the cruelty.
YouTube is just following Google’s policy of dealing with crime, or pre-crime, by banning badthink.
Open thread, eh? Excuse me while I Hal up the place a bit.
My company (a large food multinational) is all about the “B-Corporation”, or public benefit corporation these days. Don’t know what that is? Don’t worry, like being vegan or doing crossfit you need merely make eye contact with our powerskirts and they will wax poetic until you slowly back away. What it actually entails is companies whos’ target demo fall into that “basic bitch socialist” sweetspot paying the blood geld to a virtue-signalling middleman (ala carbon credits) in exchange for a “We’re the Good Kind of Huge Corporation” gold star patch so that we’re the last against the wall in the Glorious Revolution.
This morning I get an email from Powerskirt HQ giddily patting themselves on the back for purchasing a NY Times ad that persuasively and in detail extols the virtues of being a certified B-Corp (benefit corporation). Haha just kidding! The ad is a typically vague condescending lecture to all the dinosaur corporations and their outdated notions of business success. It was in the NY Times though, I didn’t make that up. Since I can’t do embedded pics worth a damn here’s the entire text:
It’s annoying to have multi-millionaire CEOs tell businesses that are just trying to make payroll about how they’re doing it all wrong, but that’s par for the course in [current year]. What really chaps my ass is how much time and effort Powerskirt HQ spends on this crap when our distribution network is shit and worsens by the week, we can’t meet customer orders, my own portion of the business is dying due to utter neglect, and every admin department is churning people and are in complete chaos. Seriously they can’t even pay people properly.
The amount of smug but disgracefully ignorant pap in that ad is plentiful, but I’ve taken up too much comment space as is. Cheers and congrats again to the newlywed.
Speaking of which, the other day Tim T favored us with an epic recipe, that is epic.
Epic in the sense that few dishes require 12 hours of preparation.
To be fair, ten thousand calories (per slice) grilled, baked, BBQed deep fried deep dish quesadilla chicken pepperoni pizzas aren’t offered as Swanson microwavable TV dinners.
It seems I am a bad person….
endless pivoting every time she’s pressed on one of her idiot ideas,
She reminds me of someone I knew years ago, who professed incompatible, often wildly contradictory views depending on the company and the prevailing social expectations. This became something of a problem when, despite his efforts, he found himself in the presence of people from more than one social group, which were themselves not entirely consonant. The air of slightly manic tension was quite a thing and, in hindsight, darkly funny. The image that came to mind was of the Mayor from The Nightmare Before Christmas, the one whose head spins round to reveal either of his two expressions – one grinning, one anxious.
a “We’re the Good Kind of Huge Corporation” gold star patch so that we’re the last against the wall in the Glorious Revolution.
http://www.desertsun.co.uk/blog/9993/
Epic in the sense that few dishes require 12 hours of preparation.
More like four max for anyone who can multitask and is smart enough to get tortillas bigger than the cake pan and cut them to fit.
…aren’t offered as Swanson microwavable TV dinners.
Therein lies the problem, I believe. I don’t think the “food editor”* has ever done anything but microwave. All I know is next block party, I’m borrowing a pot big enough properly to deep fry in and making this mess, frying the slices on a stick in the South Flyoverlandia county fair tradition.
*(I think that probably translates to “Guy who instagrams food in ‘trendy’ dumps”)
someone I knew years ago, who professed incompatible, often wildly contradictory views depending on the company and the prevailing social expectations. This became something of a problem when, despite his efforts, he found himself in the presence of people from more than one social group, which were themselves not entirely consonant.
I’ve had near exactly the same experience with an old school chum. At one point he, I and a raving anti-pipelines/pro-indigneous activist were all in the same room and I thought he was going to explode.
I don’t think the “food editor”* has ever done anything but microwave.
I think he also missed an ingredient in the chicken marinade. The video starts with an ingredient (which appears to be paprika, a staple in most bbq rubs and marinades) already in the bowl, then all the other ingredients are listed and added. It’s why his chicken looks so wyte.
I imagine this as a Pete and Dud sketch
Brilliant! I can hear it now!
blogging after a pause is not unlike lowering your buttocks into a hot bath. Best done cautiously.
Surely your feet are already in the bath so you know what the temperature is.
Unless you are incredibly athletic and use your arms on the side of the bath to suspend your pasty buttocks above the water and slowly lower yourself in
Unless you are incredibly athletic and use your…
Somewhere in here there lurks a comedy sketch.
Hi Paul,
We want pictures of Olympic bath-lowering!
Hmm. various comments seems to have evaporated.
We want pictures of Olympic bath-lowering!
I’m sorry but personally, I wait for another family member to start running a bath, rush outside and pole vault naked through the bathroom window, embracing the anticipated kiss of the waters. The only problem is if a family member has already occupied the tub and is hovering above the suds like an athlete on the horizontal bars.
…never mind, they were in the other thread.
hot bath
I used to occasionally go to a place called Harbin Hot Springs, at the northwest corner of the Napa Valley. (Sadly, all their buildings were destroyed in a wildfire a few years ago, but they are rebuilding.) they had, among other things, a hot pool. A very hot pool. A VERY HOT pool. A VERY HOT pool. Entering this thing was an exercise in patience and slow movement, lest one scald.
The nice part was the very very cold pool just outside. (For tax reasons, I believe, Harbin operated as the “Church of Heart Consciousness” or somesuch. Amusing place. Full of the weirdest harmless folk you can imagine, plus the occasional stunning beauty.)
late stage disaster capitalism
You really need to appreciate the irony when this kind of remark is posted on the internet, via Twitter no less.
Rod Dreher says we sans-culottes are rumbling. What do you think?
https://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/moralistic-therapeutic-med-school-erasing-the-white-stain/
Dreher puts his finger on the problem. Why can’t the guy cited in the story think “I’m going to stand on the shoulders of those giants and one day I’ll be on that wall with them”?
Fred, did you get rid of your wasps?
Pogonip,
I am trapping them with some success. However, at some point I’ll probably have to don my head-to-toe bug suit and poke around inside their artillery range in order to find their HQ.
(Speaking of cookery, anyone know the best way to prepare 20 liters of molten aluminum using common household tools?)
The exact levels of twattery are hard to calculate.
Would have to be expressed in astronomical units, no doubt.
If beauty is measured in milliHelens (1 milliHelen launches 1 ship), perhaps the milliLaurie could be the unit of measurement for twattery.
…twattery…
I think we’re looking at a flux here. We know idiocy is quantized (the well-known moron replacing the photon in this case). We know that morons obey Bose-Einstein statistics (this is what allows any number of identical idiots to occupy the same space).
Aha! I just conceived of the TAS’EM! Twat Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Morons. It should produce a beam of concentrated coherent twattery. Of course, in this case, I expect the “coherence length” to be a nanometer or so, after which total incoherence occurs. (this kind of blather is what excites a failed physicist. I think I have to go lie down now…)
Hi Fred,
Let the exterminator poke around seeking HQ so you don’t end up in the ER.
And his wasp gun full of bug-killing juice is really cool.
“…20 liters of molten alumin(i)um…”
Ask David, he has the instruction booklet for the flamethrower.
I have a book, “The Secret House,” long out of print, alas, which shows microscopic views of various things, including an aluminum windowsill, w/various facts about the things in the pictures, e.g. aluminum was once the Hot New Thing and ridiculously expensive.
anyone know the best way to prepare 20 liters of molten aluminum using common household tools?
Yes.
What?
Snowflakes have attended a tech conference, and gotten laughed off stage because their presentation was fake math and snake oil.
The snowflakes’ resulting lawsuit is in progress.
The snowflakes’ resulting lawsuit is in progress.
This reminds me of the co-worker who became livid, almost hysterical, as a result of his annual employee evaluation.
What did the evaluation say that triggered him? “Meets expectations“.
That was it. Nothing negative, nothing insulting, no criticism at all. He was doing the job he was hired to do, and they thought he was doing it well.
So what was the offence?
“I’ve been in the industry for 15 years, and I’ve never once had an evaluation of anything less than ‘above average’!”
The snowflakes here seem to be of the same cut. Having been patted on the head and given shiny awards for nothing more than the ability to show up on time, they’ve come to believe that they are uniquely talented, above all others. Not only do the plebes not give them proper adulation, they actually criticize! So off to the lawyer they go.
It should also be noted that the audience was not being rude without reason. From what I can see of Crown Sterling’s presentation, it’s based on the idea that occult numerology will disrupt, or already is disrupting, cryptography. Also, they claimed to have “discovered” the Sieve of Eratosthenes. Given the number of mathematicians in the audience, it’s not a great shock that they weren’t taken seriously.
If beauty is measured in milliHelens (1 milliHelen launches 1 ship), perhaps the milliLaurie could be the unit of measurement for twattery
While ths would be useful for the products of your run-of-the-mill Gender ‘Studies’ program it’s far to large to be useful in real life, I suggest the more reasonable nanoLaurie. If , of course, the universe allows juxtaposition of reasonable and Laurie.