Friday Ephemera
Back yard scenes. (h/t, Holborn) || Synchronised boobies. || Hey, baby. || Being proud, they filmed it. || “Grandma always wanted a pig.” || Twitter indignation. || Twitter done well. || Dental nerves. || He does this better than you do. || Documentary idea of note. (h/t, Damian) || Unmix your music. Not there, but not bad. || Always respect the media. || Teachable moment. || Teachable moment 2. || The longest sight-line? || Unexpectedly. || New shoes, I see. || On Soviet cannibalism. || “I heard about McDonald’s never decaying so I wanted to find out whether this was true.” || Underclass scenes. || Everything wrong with The Shining. || And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.
Synchronised boobies.
More Synchronised boobies. (not the birds caution)
Twitter indignation.
Related twitter indignation
Underclass scenes.
Underclass scenes, Take 12873.
Farnsworth’s Underclass scenes:
The perfect accompaniment to the NYTimes’ story about Popeyes.
(Link to Althouse post about article)
https://althouse.blogspot.com/2019/11/i-had-to-read-this-twice-to-make-sure.html
Re McD’s half life, I had a Captain Nemo’s blueberry muffin, purchased at Sam’s back around 1994 sitting on my desk for at least 13 years. It became something of a company legend/mascot. My boss’s kids would come in on Take Your Children To Work Day and he liked to point out to them that they were outranked by a muffin.
On Soviet cannibalism
Sadly, they were not eating commissars.
The perfect accompaniment to the NYTimes’ story about Popeyes.
An even better one, Al Copeland, founder of Popeye’s.
An even better one, Al Copeland, founder of Popeye’s.
idiot: “Hey, you’re not an older black lady!”
A. C.: “I yam what I yam.”
I’ve always suspected I was a terrible, terrible person.
Shouldn’t Popeyes be selling Spinach?
Re: the pig tale:
”I never could imagine why pigs should not be kept as pets. To begin with, pigs are very beautiful animals. Those who think otherwise are those who do not look at anything with their own eyes, but only through other people’s eyeglasses. The actual lines of a pig (I mean of a really fat pig) are among the loveliest and most luxuriant in nature; the pig has the same great curves, swift and yet heavy, which we see in the rushing water or in rolling cloud. ”
Chesterton has a great deal to say on pigs as pets.
https://chesterton.wordpress.com/2009/10/21/rhapsody-on-a-pig/
Morning, all.
A portrait of Nikola Tesla.
Via Dicentra.
And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.
It was worth it.
It was worth it.
It was, I think, an optimal outcome. Certainly, an acceptable one.
“Underclass scenes.”
Would this happen in other countries? No?
I wonder why….
“Teachable moment 2.”
It’s good to see that ‘Get woke, go broke’ remains a thing…
Underclass scenes.
Chav scum gonna chav.
Chav scum gonna chav.
As Darleen pointed out recently, following this more serious incident, it’s tribal thinking, as opposed to what one might call bourgeois values. You could, for instance, imagine a respectable family being mortified that their child had done something to warrant police attention. Indignation might therefore be directed at the misbehaving child, not the person pointing out that some presumably significant misbehaviour had occurred. I’m trying to imagine the likely reactions of my own parents, or my school-friends’ parents, to a similar visit from the police. I think we’d have been much more scared of the parental hellfire that would have been unleashed.
In the clip above, however, there doesn’t seem to be much parental interest in what had been done to make police involvement necessary. And so normal consequences are treated as an affront, something to resist.
Popeyes has been getting a lot of press for a while now. In the leftist sense of no such thing as bad publicity, methinks the media protests too much about them being racist. I suspect the general idea is to help Popeyes cut into the market of evil, evil Chick-fil-a. I suspected something was up here several months ago when a black millennial that I work with went on and on about how much he liked Chick-fil-a and how he would not “apologize” for it. At the time I didn’t understand the insistence or the need to apologize. It’s starting to make sense now.
I’ll believe this anti-Popeyes thing is real when I see the kind of boycotting we see against Chick-fil-a.
Heh.
Nuke the whole estate from orbit, it’s the only way to be sure.
“And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.”
VLC is incompatible with your protest, please install Winamp instad
Chav scum gonna chav.
While watching the clip, it’s perhaps worth remembering that the Guardian’s Zoe Williams keeps telling us that such families are shunned only because they’re poor, as if their actual behaviour were in no way worthy of comment. They are, she says, being “shunted out of society for not being rich enough.” To disapprove of such families is, we’re told, “the demonization of the poor.”
And yet those who most strongly disapprove tend to be people of equally modest means, and who wish that their lives weren’t being blighted by the louts living next door. And so, our Guardian columnist is the one who’s erasing distinctions between people who don’t have much cash and those who are practically feral. It goes without saying that the well-heeled Ms Williams is unlikely to have ever lived near, or even briefly visited, the kind of estate where such creatures multiply.
Curious if anyone out there listens to jazz on NPR. I put it on in the truck about once a month or two and it’s kinda freaking me out how often they play this lame Fragile tune, I think originally by Sting, but whoever does this jazz version is even lamer. I don’t get the popularity. Was it in some SJW movie or something?
Synchronized drones.
https://twistedsifter.com/videos/100-drone-light-show-by-firefly/
Just so you all know, “How about we don’t make it about your sexuality for once?” has been designated Hatespeech. Please update your records accordingly.
“Unmix your music. Not there, but not bad.”
It’s probably good enough, once you start mixing the results with other tracks.
“And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.”
Yep. Still terrible.
Chav scum gonna chav.
For many years Dearly Beloved and I were unable to live together as we both had aged and infirm mothers so we would regularly shuttle between Birmingham and Essex. It used to be a real pleasure for me to sit on the train between Fenchurch Street and Upminster and luxuriate in a veritable ocean of pallor. Then I would arrive at his estate, where specimens such as those in this clip were sadly not rare. They do let the side down rather. Still, it made me a more rounded person, being able to loathe my own kind too. (#NotAllWhites. Obvs.)
A wonderful exercise in compare-and-contrast here, David.
First up, we have the first Teachable Moment, wherein an (apparently) Romanian cop is kicked in the groin by a lout already under arrest, so he up and cold-cocks the bugger, laying him out cold with a single seemingly-innocuous straight right to the head. Bing! Job done.
And then, in Underclass Scenes, we see PC Plod, being ever-so solicitous of the entire troop of simians, only belatedly resorting to pepper spray to extricate himself (without his initial quarry in tow). Had the Romanian been there, that grotesque woman would have been flat on her back the moment she intervened (though still, very likely, ending up the same height), and everyone else would have known better than to stick their various body parts into that particular pencil sharpener.
It is to weep.
“How about we don’t make it about your sexuality for once?” has been designated Hatespeech.
Telling.
“Twitter done well”: Dammit, man! Stop spraying capsaicin in my eyes! Makes it so hard to keep reading.
[ Slides box of man-size tissues along bar. ]
Teachable moment 2
Teachable moment 3 currently in development
Teachable moment 3 currently in development
I won’t be happy till they do a “reimagining” of “The Untouchables” telling the tale of notorious gangsters Alice Capone and Francine Nitti pitted against wily G [spot] Woman Elaine Ness.
Today’s word is projection:
https://twitter.com/washingtonpost/status/1192653365555220485
“How about we don’t make it about your sexuality for once?” has been designated Hatespeech.
This is very unusual. Not that I want to make a Greta Thunberg out of this, it’s taken a 17 year old to remind us how to make a conservative case on conservative principles – this is our history, don’t mess with it. She was given a hoop to jump through (wear a rainbow poppy in a Remembrance Day choir performance) to show how not-homophobic she was. Not only most teenagers but most adult conservatives would feel that they had to go along with that. But she counterattacked and took the battle to the choir director who she accused in a flyer campaign of subverting or diverting the dress code of a solemn ceremony for his own minority agenda.
The school is spinning it to be about individual rights – whether the choir members were formally required to wear the rainbow poppy, leaving out whatever informal pressure might have been applied (I just thought it would be a nice gesture for all of us as a group to show solidarity with our LGBTQ members, but of course if you’re not comfortable joining in…). And they’re saying she wasn’t suspended for refusing to wear the rainbow poppy, but for hate speech, and indeed her questioning of the agenda of her betters just might qualify as hate speech.
And when you have friends in the publication known as the Post-Millennial you don’t need enemies. The reporter is trying to maximize her intersectionality points (she’s a girl, she’s got a cousin who qualifies as indigenous, she’s half African-Canadian, which I guess breaks down into a quarter African and a quarter Canadian), and to play the damsel card on her behalf … called into the office with two mean grown men (who she was more than a match for).
The principle came up in an interesting chat that Will Franken had with the Irish columnist John Waters. A representative of a progressive school was telling Waters about how the students were taught to respect the traditions, identity affiliations, and religious sensibilities of other people. Waters then asked whether the students were brought up with any traditions that other people would be obliged to be respectful of, or was it just a one-way meta-traditionalism with a hollow center.
Come on, folks. Smile.
Wait for it…
And that looks like a Satsuma orange, which I bought for 500 yen per bag in Tokyo.
Practically lived on them for a week. Despite having a company expense account.
So good 😁😁
Wait for it…
I did not see that coming.
Unusual game of fetch.
https://www.theguardian.com/global/video/2019/nov/08/beluga-whale-filmed-playing-fetch-with-rugby-world-cup-ball-video
Teachable moment 3 currently in development
I won’t be happy till they do a “reimagining” of “The Untouchables” telling the tale of notorious gangsters Alice Capone and Francine Nitti pitted against wily G [spot] Woman Elaine Ness.
Ahhhh, I say in for a penny, in for a pound at this point. Let’s just have them do all-female remakes of, say, “The Ten Commandments” and “The Passion of the Christ.”
C’mon, woke Hollywood, y’all can do it. Remember, the only people who could possibly object to such movies are just misogynistic, racist, Cheeto-eating incels. You’ll make billions, you know you will.
“And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.”
Well, since you guaranteed I’ll laugh… Click.
New Shoes: He has that effect on a lot of women. They often pretend they have a problem with a shoe. That, or their foot fell asleep.
Terrible person: I had to watch three times before I saw the traffic barrel fly in from stage right. I laughed. Something about the orange color was especially comical.
On the sight line one, we were taught in high school that, as a rough and ready rule of thumb, the distance you can see out to sea in miles is the square root of your height above sea level, in feet. You can do the geometry knowing the radius of the earth.
Then, if you are say standing on a sea side cliff and want to know how high you are above sea level or the beach below, throw a rock horizontally and count the seconds until it hits the ground or splashes into the water. The height in feet is then 16 times the square of the number of seconds.
Putting it all together, the distance you can see out to sea is 4 times the number of seconds the rock takes to hit the ground/water.
Just so you know, in case you want to impress someone while standing on a beach side cliff
Man, they sure cover a lot of ground in that knife awareness course:
Man fatally stabbed during knife awareness course in Uxbridge
I guess they’ve really expanded the course offerings at the Argument Clinic.
It is to weep.
What I found most disappointing about the whole scene was that, between a thin arm of the law struggling to collar a miscreant yute, and a dole-fattened adult male of the miscreant class struggling to protect a child presumably carrying some shared DNA, the two combined put up about as much fight as you might expect from an arthritic, elderly eunuch.
David, I am a terrible, terrible person.
But then you knew that.
Rembrandt’s light (long read & worth it)
https://astrofella.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/rembrandts-light-dulwich-picture-gallery/
Woke piety, part 3,026.
David, I am a terrible, terrible person.
That you read and post on this blog is an admission of depravity.
#ProudlyTerrible
That you read and post on this blog is an admission of depravity.
One for the brochure.
As long as you don’t imagine there might be some kind of a pattern, everything will be alright.
As long as you don’t imagine there might be some kind of a pattern, everything will be alright.
This stuff is tough to watch. In a strange way I’m almost grateful to the empathy-deficient cackling banshees who filmed it so it can’t be denied.