His Nuptials Were Impending
Posting will be, at best, intermittent for the next week or so, for which I apologise in advance. I can imagine the terrible, crushing impact this will have on your lives. However, I do have a half-decent excuse, in that, said interruption to normal service is on account of my getting hitched next week. To The Other Half, I mean. A civil partnership, with jewellery and ties and such. There are, therefore, things to be organised. And after 27 bloody years, I think I can consider myself sufficiently wooed.
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In honor of Peter Fonda:
Get your mattress runnin
Head out on the highway…
Ooh, page three. And I’ve got just the gal…
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-
Hacksaw Ridge: F
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+
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).
Money box of note. And other items.
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.
Only to those soy-boys and such.
Yeah, I was just a bit surprised they used it; I saw somewhere else where someone of this ilk had zir panties in a bunch over this Dr. Seuss anti-malaria/war bond poster and this…
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.
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?
Naked? No. Fat, yes. Don’t know if you’re familiar with famous beer cans but it’s an image of the Olde Frothingslosh novelty beer from the Pittsburgh Brewing Company. Might be on “fat shaming” grounds?
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.” 😄
Global warming! Is there anything it can’t do:
https://www.wvtf.org/post/appalachia-become-hotter-wetter-and-drier-climate-model-severe-economic-impacts#stream/0
Wetter AND drier is a pretty neat trick!😳
“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/
It’s possible that my firewall blocked the image because of other things found on the site–too many nudes, too many bikini girls holding rifles, who knows…or maybe the firewall techs felt traumatized by seeing too many fat women.
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.
On one of my Youtube random walks and ….. I found…..
The Blattnerphone!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31VRgGV-AfM&t=100s
The Blattnerphone!!!
You bassard, you made me look it up.
I cannot imagine why.
“the car did have its top down”
🙂
And there are now bras for cats…but most go braless the hussies.
For cars, dammit, for cars. #%$## autocorrect.
If there were bras for cats 🐈 the contrary critters would never wear them.
Car bras were a big U. S. fad in the ‘80’s or ‘90’s I forget which.
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?
Well, if Stephen Maturin was a reliable guide, the only good thing about English food was breakfast. 🙂
…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.
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.
Spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, sausage, and spam.
Can you sing that while wearing a Viking helmet?
Reviewing The Rolling Stones.
the only good thing about English food was breakfast…
I’m just going to leave this here.
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.
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
He’s besmirching British cuisine. Our galleons sail at dawn.
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.
Boys, boys, boys…it seems it is time once again to remind ourselves that we all hate the french. Those projecting empty-headed animal-food-trough wipers and their silly continental “breakfasts”. I’ll take a keto-prone English one over their carb-o-nefarious frenchy ones any time.
Y’all could learn to make grits though. Puritanism be damned.
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.
it seems it is time once again to remind ourselves that we all hate the French.
Good point.
[ Glares across English Channel. Shakes fist. ]
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.
But for some reason, even they falter above the Mason-Dixon line.
Not enough humidity, I suspect.
Even if they could make them, the savages north of The Line of Mason and Dixon would probably try to put avocado on them in lieu of gravy, or chicken and gravy which can be eaten all night long.
we all hate the French
“It’s un-Christian. It’s un-American…It’s French.”
–Mark Twain (quote from memory)
He’s besmirching British cuisine. Our galleons sail at dawn.
But presumable only sailing after first doing . . .
Um.
Re: global warming and its limitless capacity:
Zegre says, “So yes, we are expecting both too much water and too little water in the future and you can imagine how difficult that makes it to run businesses or governments, schools, hospitals, in communities with that kind of variability, where some times in the year it will be too wet to handle and other times too dry.”
Rephrased slightly, the climatologist is suggesting that Appalachia may become more like California. Which, last I checked, had quite a few businesses, schools, hospitals, &c. One can only imagine the horror the locals would feel at such a possibility.
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.
Dude claiming to be an historian of Japan and East Asia (and should therefore have at least half a clue what a trainwreck socialism/communism is) gets bent out of shape over Hasbro’s Monopoly Socialism Edition.
Those of you who are so inclined may buy this by hitting one of David’s Amazon links.
Sometimes insults aren’t.
Due to my ship reaching port earlier than expected, I have pinged across a small token of appreciation. Put it towards the post-ceremony drinks tab, or anything else that takes your fancy.
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.
Meanwhile, in the spirit of Friday ephemera…
Have you ever wondered what to do with all those spare mice you have lying about ? A chess set of note.
Frankie Mouse and Benji Mouse are not amused. In fact, they’re furious.
Can we run this thread past 300 comments before David posts another blog entry? The perfidious French, mouse taxidermy, and nuptial congratulations seem like the most likely methods…
…and the merits/demerits of the Oxford comma.
‘Biscuits’ in the US and Canada are just clammy scones without enough sugar or even any raisins. Disgusting breakfast items. And why anyone would want ‘grits’ over a nice slice of lard-fried bread, I can only put down to American faux-Christian puritanism.