Friday Ephemera
Fun with fireworks. || Foldable earthquake helmet. || Refreshment table of note. || Roads of the Roman Empire as a modern transit map. (h/t, Coudal) || Always respect the media. (h/t, Darleen) || Scenes from Google Earth. || Good deed. (h/t, Julia) || His train-wreck wedding gig was worse than yours. (h/t, Shaw Taylor’s Glasses) || Giant gelatinous egg sack of note. || Speaking of big. || A touch of turbulence. || Contrabassoon II. || Suboptimal. || You can listen to your tattoos. || Headline. || Stop-motion card play. || A brief history of penis transplants. || A partial success. || Changing car proportions. (h/t, Things) || Car trouble of note. || And finally, enticingly, the chocolate toilets you’ve always wanted.
Trump, and “blurting”…
OK, I live and work in Silicon Valley, and have since long before there was any refined silicon here. (Hell, I even worked on some of the early refining equipment.) I participate in many business groups in the area, from San Jose in the south, up to Berkeley. In any such meeting since Nov. 2016, there’s about a 80% chance that Trump will be mentioned, for no discernible relevant reason. Uniformly, such mentions are accompanied by a so-modest smirk, and a glance around the room to give and receive social credits. Sometimes there’s chuckling or even applause. Fortunately for my sanity, I’ve found a significant percentage are happy to find a fellow heretic. In private, anyway. I’m doing my best to create a preference cascade, but in this neighborhood it’s difficult. I frequently give thanks that I’m not employed for salary anymore.
OK, that’s getting to be an annoying habit. Stop it.
OK.
Things are different with the rank and file, but the top brass in Plod have completely bought into the post-Macpherson Blairite bollocks, so far as I can tell. God, Blair was a disaster.
OK, that’s getting to be an annoying habit. Stop it.
OK.
OK, so on a post on the previous thread regarding Canada and XR protesters I used the word “stupid” three times. I caught myself and tried to edit it down to just one usage. While I was able to convince myself that one of the three was overdone, I couldn’t make up my mind which of the other two to eliminate. So I constipated on it and I constipated on it and finally came to the conclusion that rather than edit it down to one “stupid”, it really would communicate my feelings better to just slam a “stupid” in there wherever I could. Because…well, the whole thing was so stupidly stupid, it just felt right. I like to go with my gut in these stupid situations. I was pretty much OK with the results. Damn near happy, actually.
Barman, beer that guy.
There is some truth in that, but I am having a hard time coming up with an off-road (or even bad road) capable minivan
When was the last time you saw an SUV off-road?
SUVs are like those $100,000 supercars that dentists and stockbrokers buy. They’re never going to drive them any faster than I can in my 2008 Sonata[1], but they’re showing off that they could.
[1] The last year they came with a 3.3L 234 HP engine
Ending in a draw.
When was the last time you saw an SUV off-road?
Where I live, frequently, people use them for hunting, camping, and fishing, I have an acquaintance who is a fossil hunter and goes off road to digs, I’ve been places they are popular beach cars because you can throw surf boards and scuba gear in them. Even you hosers take them ice fishing, not that everyone appears to be good at it.
Not everyone lives in a city and is a soccer mom.
Medieval tech support.
Even you hosers take them ice fishing…
Bought a fridge with an ice maker, haven’t been ice fishing since.
“Hate crime” of note.
“Bought a fridge with an ice maker”
Those are handy if you lose the recipe.
An offense to public morals in Ireland: somebody put a sticker riffing on “Arbeit Macht Frei” over the entrance of a government job centre.
A plausible explanation: it’s an unemployed creative type who resents the little Eichmanns pressuring him into applying for jobs that are unworthy of his talents. It’s a hackneyed comparison (schoolboys for 75 years have been comparing their teachers to Nazi camp guards), but he’s put a bit of effort into replicating the typography (hate-hoaxers who put up three-legged or counter-clockwise swastikas could learn from this), getting a sticker manufactured and installing it on the premises. The prankster celebrated his private triumph, the janitor had the sticker removed by 10am and everyone got on with their day. Of course not.
Implausible explanations: an ploy by the Irish Nazi Party to reintroduce labour camps, starting with office buildings that have the word “labour” on their nameplates; a graphic design campaign by the Irish Department of Social Welfare (that one really takes an effort to believe); an incitement to hatred requiring police resources to investigate (hatred against whom? the clerk who won’t stamp the guy’s form so he can get the dole?)
An offense to public morals in Ireland
“Egged on by nationalists, including Sinn Féin leader Arthur Griffith, who believed that the theatre was not sufficiently political…”
So, not much different from today’s leftists.
Speaking of big
According to the T-shirt: Gender is a pseudoscientific product of Western Colonialism.
It would appear that the same could be said for species …
With regards to SUVs; on a personal note we’ve owned both a minivan and an SUV. Hands down the SUV is far superior. Yes, not for everyone but for us it is much preferable. My wife does catering for both businesses and personal dinners and the like. You’d have to pry our SUV from her cold dead hands, so to speak. 🙂
Cheers
Skills for post-Apocalypse.
Damian’s post-gig adventure.
Safe space violated. “What is wrong with you?” they ask.
Safe space violated.
We’re going to see a lot more of this. Good.
We’re going to see a lot more of this. Good.
It seems to me that these ladies actually got off lightly. If you choose to block the roads, determined to needlessly frustrate hundreds, even thousands of people, just so you can indulge in some in-group preening, then you should expect some physical push-back from the people on whose freedoms and imperatives you’ve chosen to piss. Because, hey, sabotaging people’s attempts to get to jobs, airports and doctor’s appointments, while impeding emergency vehicles and thereby endangering lives, is such a lark, baby.
Acts of planned and gratuitous aggression, including narcissistic aggression – which is what these ‘protests’ are – should be treated accordingly. It’s important that these cossetted pinheads, so gorged on their own sense of entitlement, learn to fear the people on whom they recreationally impose themselves. Their expectations of impunity should be shattered.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own.
https://quillette.com/2019/10/18/the-defenestration-of-domingo/
Skills for post-Apocalypse.
Rather a bit of oversimplification.
It seems to me that these ladies actually got off lightly.
They are, in part, depending on the cultural taboo against men hitting women. (Has every reader of this blog witnessed a woman getting in a man’s face in a way which if she were a man would get her punched to the ground?) But radical feminism has been undermining that taboo, and sufficient provocation will do so as well.
They are, in part…
We’re over here now.
Skills for post-Apocalypse.
I was expecting “how to cook a hippie”.
One of these things is not like the other.
Alabama fan tries to rob hotel. Puts gun down to stuff money in plastic bag (apparently they aren’t banned in Kentucky yet). Clerk takes his gun. He leaves and then actually comes back to ask for the gun back.
https://www.wpsdlocal6.com/news/suspect-in-paducah-hotel-robbery-arrested/article_166f2cce-eab3-11e9-8e9a-13a900f4a302.html
Stupid, stupid ‘Bama fans.