His Nuptials Were Impending

In honor of Peter Fonda:
Get your mattress runnin
Head out on the highway…

May you be spared the indignity of overcooked peas.
I thought you lot over there had a thing for mushy peas.
Meanwhile, confused about whether you should watch a certain TV show or movie lest it not be woke enough ? Fret no more, Mediaversity is here to do your thinking for you ! Some of this has been touched on in the past –
Chernobyl: D-

Given that show’s creator chose not to adhere to accuracy with respect to characters’ accents, why not cast people of color in white roles?…No openly queer or queer-coded characters exist in Chernobyl—though to be fair, very few characters are openly heterosexual, either.[We all know how homosexuality still goes over in the Rodina today, but why quibble with facts]

Hacksaw Ridge: F

Gender 1/5 It’s a war movie made by a man. Did anyone really think this was going to get more than a 1/5? [Glad they’re not at all biased]…Literally NOT ONE PERSON OF COLOR in this film featuring hundreds of White men. Unless you count, you know, all those evil Japs.

That great progressive democrat Woodrow Wilson segregated the armed forces and until later in the war, like it or not, Troops of Color™ were largely relegated to menial duties and not combat so this is historically accurate, and these guys would have had a hissy fit if they just showed Filipino mess boys or blacks unloading cargo. Also, sorry sweetcheeks, but yes, the Japanese were the bad guys in this conflict, and “Japs” is a racial slur, so check yourself.
Bumblbee (!?): C+

Race 1.75/5For a film set in the Bay Area, in the fictional city of Brighton Falls filmed in Santa Cruz, CA, Bumblebee fails egregiously in representing the diversity of this region. Even for the time period, a look at the 1990 U.S. Census shows that 1 in 5 residents in Santa Cruz were people of color, most likely Hispanic. But you would never guess from watching Bumblebee.

I am guessing they don’t know what the meaning of “fictional city” is, and are completely bamboozled by “Volkswagen that turns into a robot is not a real thing either”.
For a rousing good time read the review of “Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle” (D).

and “Japs” is a racial slur, so check yourself.
Only to those soy-boys and such. It’s simply what they were called because it’s a shortening of “Japanese”. Now “Nips” might, kinda sorta be a slur but even that derives from the Japanese word for Japan being Nippon (or now I see more accurately(?) Nihon). This nonsense that “Japs” is offensive was a 1970’s/80’s PC BS that caught on (where?) in our universities and media and such. Calling a Jap a Jap is no more offensive than calling a Brit a Brit. No one cries about calling an American a Yank or Yankee, even when such person is from the southern US. Though I’m sure non-Americans get a smile and an explanation and most likely strained/feigned outrage when calling a southerner such.
Kind of a sensitive thing to me. My dad fought the Japanese and whenever I speak of them in a WWII context I occasionally say “Jap”. Hell, I had a ethnically Japanese (father’s grandparents and mother were from there) college roommate who never made an issue of it. Though I would not have referred to him as “Jap”, mostly because he’s an American by birth. A buddy and I joked with him that it was a tradition in my family to wake up on your 21st birthday and kill a “Jap”. He certainly didn’t sh*t himself over it. We still joke about it…Mostly because in a day-before-extended-pre-birthday celebration, he got a bit ahead of the game and got seriously drunk that night. I even had to nice-talk po-po who had some questions for us on our way home that night because he was a little obviously too far gone and a nearby parking sign had “mysteriously” come dislodged from the wall to which it had been (insufficiently it turns out) secured.

Ooh, page three. And I’ve got just the gal…
I don’t see an image, just a placeholder.

The image is a heavy lady holding flowers on a beer can.
My firewall says that it has blocked the image for “alcohol/tobacco”. It seems hard to believe that this would be sufficient grounds for blocking. Is she naked or something?

Pst314, your firewall reminds me of the one they had where I worked. One day a guy who liked cars tried to look at an Internet story about convertibles and it blocked him for Adult Content. “Well,” he said, “the car did have its top down.” 😄

“The student loan program isn’t a subsidy for students. It’s a subsidy for a vital Democrat-supporting industry. Understand that and a lot of other things make sense”
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/339658/

Well the domain name is beerinfo.com so…kinda screams alcohol.
“The student loan program isn’t a subsidy for students. It’s a subsidy for a vital Democrat-supporting industry. Understand that and a lot of other things make sense”
More sh*t I’ve been saying for 10-15 years now…and been thinking for even longer. But hey, would they listen to the crazy guy? Nooooo. For Pete’s sake, in 10-15 years he’ll be linking to fat broads on beer sites.

The Blattnerphone!!!
You bassard, you made me look it up.

They recorded onto 6mm wide steel tape which ran at 5ft/sec. A full spool weighing 21lbs contained just over a mile of tape giving a recording time of twenty minutes. The speed of the D.C. motor had to be controlled by watching a stroboscope attached to the capstan and operating a sliding rheostat. The machines soon proved to be mechanically unreliable.

I cannot imagine why.

For cars, dammit, for cars. #%$## autocorrect.

Though I know of someone, who shall be spared public shaming, whose repertoire of kitchen skills consists almost entirely of extended periods of vigorous boiling. Not just vegetables. Pretty much anything that can, at least in theory, be boiled.
Hmmm. From what I have been hearing repeatedly, you say this person is apparently English?

…the only good thing about English food was breakfast…
Fried bread, baked beans, mushrooms, grilled tomato, and blood sausage. Yeah, I’ll take the Waffle House, thank you very many.

My preferred variation: eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, mushrooms, grilled tomato.
Spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, sausage, and spam.
Hasn’t got quite so much spam.

Reviewing The Rolling Stones.

Watts remained as stoic as ever, bashing out the band’s frantic rhythms while the expression on his face suggested he was still pondering the clue for 14-down from the morning’s crossword puzzle.

I’m just going to leave this here.
TBF that is sort of like ruining a crashed Yugo and is where both Proverbs 26:11 and the phrase “a dog’s breakfast” come from. The only way it could be made worse if it were served with bubble and squeak.

He’s besmirching British cuisine.
No, just your notion of breakfast.
OK, most of lunch and dinner too – you have to admit there is a reason why you guys have been taken over by curry and kebab joints, but to be perfectly fair, it is damn near impossible to get proper fish and chips or shepherd’s pie over here. Don’t get me started on the names – “toad in the hole”, “spotted dick” – that one is generally associated with ceftriaxone, not a spoon, but I digress.
Galleons – let me look, I think we still have the USS Ranger or some other sloops-of-war lying around somewhere. Might be short on fancy plumed hats, though.

I’ll take a keto-prone English one…
Point about the perfidious French taken, but I do have to point out that the deadly London smogs of the early 1950s had nothing at all, despite all claims, to do with the much maligned Battersea power station, but instead 12 million Londoners setting out in the AM loaded up on baked beans.
Y’all could learn to make grits though.
That, and proper biscuits and gravy.

That, and proper biscuits and gravy.
A delicacy limited to the southern USA, where even the Hardee’s burger chain could produce an excellent biscuit. But for some reason, even they falter above the Mason-Dixon line.

we all hate the French
“It’s un-Christian. It’s un-American…It’s French.”
–Mark Twain (quote from memory)

Um.

No, just your notion of breakfast
Ok, owners are Colorado pretentious, but Snooze in Tustin, California, really knows how to put on the breakfast feedbag — great mixology, too.

Sometimes insults aren’t.

San Francisco yet again.
“Say, did you hear Melvin the felon just got sprung from San Quentin ?”
      “What are you, from the dark ages ? That is Melvin justice-involved person is a returning resident.”
You can’t make this stuff up, but with 1 in 5 Californians having a criminal record, one would think they would have something better to do.

Frankie Mouse and Benji Mouse are not amused. In fact, they’re furious.

…and the merits/demerits of the Oxford comma.

…the most likely methods…
Seeing as how this Antipholus commie has weighed in with nonsense that paving stones called “scones” are superior to genuine Southern ‘Murkan biscuits, the Biscuit Wars of 2019 might put it over the top.
I can only put it down to someone who comes from a land where they actually have been known to boil a piece of beef. Savages.

Though the geek in me says spaces over tabs…
Nope, tabs move a measured distance. Spaces only work with monospace type (e.g., Courier, AKA, The Devil’s Typeface*) where every letter and space are exactly the same width.
If you are using a proportional typeface (e.g., the ubiquitous and boring Times New Roman) every letter is a different width and if you want exact spaces you have to insert either an em space (used to be equal to the width of a capital M of a given point size, now just equals point size) or an en space (1/2 an em). It gets trickier because all, for instance, Times New Roman are not created equal and the Adobe version might not have the exactly the same metrics as the Brand X version calling itself that, or when a typeface gets substituted for something similar, and now nothing lines up or is formatted correctly anymore.
*(Courier and other monospace type were a necessity for typewriters and early computer printers for mechanical reasons, there is no reason for them to exist today, they are evil incarnate and a design insult outside of some steampunk retro thing.)

The Board justified the changes by claiming that words like “prisoner,” “convict,” “inmate” or “felon” essentially “only serve to obstruct and separate people from society and make the institutionalization of racism and supremacy appear normal.”
Sloppy language from our intrepid reporter, as the Board’s attempt to “justify” the changes falls well short. Also, one cannot help but notice the assertion that these words help to institutionalize racism. Does the City use different labels for ex-cons depending on their skin color? Or is it the case that some races tend to spend more time imprisoned than do others? One feels that the Board of Supervisors may be overdue for a session in the Scolding Chair.
And while we’re at it — is Shakespeare no longer taught in San Francisco’s schools? How is it that these nincompoops don’t understand that changing the label on the jar does not change its contents:

O! be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a crook/
By any other name would smell as foul;
So D’Vontayus would, were he not D’Vontayus call’d,
Retain that dear feloniousness which he owes/
Without that title.

Finally, in closing, let me share my deep, deep disappointment that the Board of Supervisors did not suggest “People of Conviction” as their alternative label. Had that been the case, I might have simply nodded and smiled at the whole affair.

I do enjoy a good kerning argument…

Happy Wedding. As it’s nearly my tenth anniversary, I thought I’d contribute a very little to the start of your cycle of anniversaries.
Will you post pictures?

Here’s my contribution for most groanworthy pun of the day.
The comments are equally unworthy.

I have pinged across a small token of appreciation.
Happy Wedding.
Bless you, sirs. Should you find yourself with several cases of wine stacked in the living room, for consumption by guests at an imminent gathering, may you never discover that someone, who will remain nameless, has seen a need to sample one or two bottles, ostensibly to check the quality of the wine and thereby avoid offending said guests.
And many thanks to all who’ve chipped in, or subscribed, or used the Amazon links. It’s much appreciated.

spaces also move a measured distance.
That is true in semiconductors.

Piper Paul,
re: kerning, see if you can find a copy of “Stop Stealing Sheep”
I’m sure you’d be enthralled.

…but strictly speaking spaces also move a measured distance.
True, strictly speaking, but a half inch (or whatever) tab is a half inch regardless of the typeface or type size, whereas a space for 8 point Helvetica (spit) Light Condensed is a hell of a lot smaller than a space for 48 point Antique Olive Bold Extended.

whereas a space for 8 point Helvetica (spit) Light Condensed is a hell of a lot smaller than a space for 48 point Antique Olive Bold Extended.
See, this is why I don’t like leaving you heathens unsupervised.

My vote for the most elegant typeface goes to Trajan.

Trajan – elegant, all right, but all-caps limits it to display purposes; the most elegant for a wide range of uses is Palatino, but that it lacks text-style numerals, only ledger-style.

Sure, it’s all fun until someone catches a slug.
Stick around with puns like that and the coppers will will get you if you don’t get shanked first.

if they were there just for decoration, you should have said so.
My dear late grandmother’s antique vases!

My dear late grandmother’s antique vases!
Brass antique vases – and who the hell puts them on the floor between the stools ?
Honestly, there should be signs or labels or something.
Next thing you’ll be telling us is the articulated skeleton next to the darts board is your dear late grandmother, and not something you picked up at St. Pancras Medical School’s rummage sale.

Fred,
We are occasionally bedeviled with the things here, but to get rid of them, get some of this.
Shoots 22 feet so you have a good stand off and kills the bassards instantly. Added bonus you can have fun shooting them out of the air – hit them and they literally drop on the spot.
Of course you don’t have the fun of burning your bushes to the ground, but sacrifices must be made.

Fred4: I don’t like kerning that much, but thanks for the tip.

While suffering from the wasp-sting aftereffects, I looked up their venom. Those *things* have, among other elements, this stuff in their sting:
– histamines (for extra pain and itch)
– special histamines (for the best allergic reaction)
– cell-death factor (the name of my next garage band)
– penetrants (like WD-40. Allows the other stuff to get in between your cells more easily)
– neurotoxins (yet more itch and pain)
and the best part:
– pheromone signals (to let any other wasps in the area know it’s a free-fire zone.)

The underground nest might be 1-2 FEET across…
L’il ‘ol baby nest…

AUBURN UNIVERSITY, Ala.— Imagine a colony of yellow jackets the size of a Volkswagen Beetle, filled with 15,000 of the stinging insects. Now, imagine more than 90 of these super nests in Alabama.

If I were irresponsible I would say if the nest is underground torch the SOB, but being a calm, responsible, and rational adult and not there to watch, I’d have to suggest an exterminator if you are that allergic to the bassards. That an an Anakit at least till they meet their Armageddon.

Fred- Wasp nests are typically underground. Drenching them all in petrol will probably kill them, but I wouldn’t recommend watering your rosemary with that.
We killed a wasp nest in our yard with 20 odd Litres of hot water with detergent. So…
1) Locate the wasp entrance. You may need to cut back the rosemary.
2) Wait until it’s night. They’ll all be in bed.
3) Boil up your weapon.
4) Pour it all down their nest in one steady stream.
Honestly, I guess the boiling water on its own should do the trick but the detergent should help: wasps are extremely clean and fastidious and if one of their hives is cleaning detergent off, others will help, so they all get poisoned.
Good luck.

Fred- Wasp nests are typically underground.
Depends on the type. Around my parts most common are paper wasps whose hives hang from eaves and can be small as a fist or like that mess in the photo (also among these are hornets which have ginormous hives in the woods nearby), mud (or dirt) daubers which make tubular like nests out of mud (go figure) on vertical surfaces like walls and outdoor chair backs. Less common are the yellow jackets which generally are the burrowing kind.
Mostly we have the fist size paper wasp nests which are easily nuked with the Raid. Living next to woods we get reinvaded so it is an ongoing process to keep them nuked.

Farnsworth, true, though I assumed Fred is talking about yellow jackets (in Australia – ‘European wasps’), since his description of them coming out of a spreading ground plant like rosemary is typical of them. People are always finding their nest somewhere in a woodpile. Ours had burrowed into the ground underneath an old tree stump.
They’re a big problem in Australia since in Europe and most of the US they die off in winter in the below zero temperatures. In many parts of Oz, if there’s no frost, their hives just get bigger – and bigger….

Hi Fred,
If you’ve already spent lots of $ on do-it-yourself, you’ll probably come out ahead to just go ahead and hire an exterminator. Ours was $140, he educated us all about yellow jackets, and even let me shoot one out of the air with his spraygun, probably violating 32,882 Federal and state regulations, but this is a very Red area and the good old boys, of which tribe the exterminator was obviously a card-carrying member, don’t pay much attention to all that Blue regulatory stuff unless somebody important is watching.
I’m so old I remember when “Red” meant “Communist”!

…and the merits/demerits of the Oxford comma.

The highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector.
We invited the strippers, Bush and Obama to the party.
Among those interviewed were his two ex-wives, Kris Kristofferson and Robert Duvall
This book is dedicated to my parents, Ayn Rand and God