Friday Ephemera
Best to watch the leash, madam. || Beverage of note. || Ah, Blighty. || They do, er, this better than you do. || Their difficulties were a mystery. (h/t, Fay) || On the matter of mincemeat. || Strange times. || Ancient ruins, reconstructed. || Pete Drake and his talking guitar, 1964. || At last, vegan Christmas dinner, for gamers, in a can. || Get a load of this guy. || These origami cicadas are better than yours. || Itsy bitsy. || The Maginot Line. (h/t, Things) || Visualising Moore’s Law in action, 1971 – 2019. || Close enough. || What could possibly go wrong? || “You can’t have Christmas without Star Trek, right?” || Unpriced goods on aisle four. (h/t, Damian) || And finally, the humans have some kind of force field.
Oh, and via the comments:
But please, spare a thought for all those leftwing poets.
…we begin hunting the poor at 9pm…
Speaking of the transgendered, start with AuntieFa, they seem to be upset.
Swinson, on Radio 4’s Today programme, was asked by Justin Webb whether she believes that “biological sex exists”. She replied: “Not on a binary, from what I’ve read. I’m not going to pretend that I’m an expert in the subject but I don’t think that things are as binary as are often presented.”
Well, considering the bicameral division of parliament and the history of the Lib-Dems, that’s a rather sad and wistful thing for Swindon to be saying.
“On the matter of mincemeat.”
The real confusion comes when you want a pie with mince in it. (For future reference, the usual term is “mince round”.)
“vegan Christmas dinner”
+++ DOES NOT COMPUTE +++
“Get a load of this guy.”
Yupyupyupyupyupyupyup.
“mince round”???
No look it’s really quite simple – a mince pie has mincemeat in it and a mincemeat pie has mince in it.
I’ll leave this little comment from another blog here for y’all across the pond to enjoy.
…a delusion that their preferred solution will change that despite every fact pointing to the reverse outcome.
Curious. If that were so, why their hysterical, nay demented, opposition to it?
Speaking of preferred solutions, who’s a good widdle totalitarian ? Yes you are, yes you are.
“Whereas the pro Brexit people I have encountered on the Net are remarkably similar in their views to the more rabid Trump supporters in the US who support Brexit for much the same reason that Trump supporters support him; hostility to things outside their country, a feeling of powerlessness in the face of bureaucratic government, and a delusion that their preferred solution will change that despite every fact pointing to the reverse outcome.”
He assumes that getting rid of those responsible for “a feeling of powerlessness” is considered a bad thing. Because that person cynically assumes that if Britain succeeds in hoisting over the side one set of unelected, unresponsive rulemakers in Brussels, that they will fail in doing the same to those that will replace them in London.
Just checking.
(Personally, I blame John Mortimer, for whinging on about those miserable, fat, Belgian bastards* in his Rumpole stories.)
* Python reference
Given Jeremy Corbyn’s repeated association with numerous terrorists, and what seemed to be a persistent anti-semitism encouraged by him in the party, the left must be high on something to think they’ll persuade anyone with their new line ‘Johnson won because you’re all racist!’
Mince pies as they are are quite delicious, but it must be said the old medieval idea of preserving mince meat with fruit and spices was quite persistent. I believe you can find Mrs Beeton recipes (late 19th century) for mincemeat containing actual meat. And pretty much all of her fruit mince recipes contain suet, anyway.
I think it’s a delightful idea. The effect would be quite like a sweet curry.
On the one hand, “pro-fa” riots, protests, insults, teargas (eventually).
On the other hand, delightful mince, mincemeat, and meat pies.
On the gripping hand, it’s Friday the 13th and my water heater blew up, to the tune of $3K.
Life. WTF, mate.
who’s a good widdle totalitarian
The Red Guard lives and Mao smiles.
On the one hand, “pro-fa” riots, protests, insults, teargas (eventually).
On the other hand, delightful mince, mincemeat, and meat pies.
On the gripping hand, it’s Friday the 13th and my water heater blew up, to the tune of $3K.
Life. WTF, mate.
Also, penis fish.
On the gripping hand…
Every leftist is Crazy Eddie but without the wisdom.
The Red Guard lives and Mao smiles.
Nonsense, she is apolitical, just ask her.
Also, penis fish.
Kansas Woman. Yes, Kansas.
Kansas Woman.
Some things you can’t make up.
That and her lights, horse and carriage, peanut butter and chocolate, just made to go together.
Meanwhile, and related, Jeremy Clarkson discusses problems with filming the first episode of the fourth season of The Grand Tour.
What with all the news excitement, I’m just getting around to clicking the links….
The Maginot Line
What is the German for “speed bump”?
I’ll take lame WWII jokes for $600 now, Alex.
The Maginot Line
What is the German for “speed bump”?
Nein…
Well, I did say it was lame.
pst314,
I’s afreard you got that bass-ackward there.
Crazy Eddie was ignored because it pushed ideas which had never been tried before. Crazy, sure, but novel.
Leftists should be fought because they insist on replicating the disasters of history.
Crazy, and guaranteed to fail with a massive death toll. Again.
penis fish…
Well, OK, [chuckles genteel-like] I’ve seen odd-looking stuff in the water before…[scroll, scroll]
HOLY F**K WHAT IS ALL THAT ON THE BEACH!!!
Look, I come in here expecting to decompress from the stresses of modern life. Like the water heater explosion. And then someone thinks it might be funny to sneak in a horror show like that [shudder] penis fish beach.
(Any odds on this being the first time that phrase has been written anywhere?)
So here’s the deal.
I want a double, neat…no. TWO doubles, neat, of whatever that is in the Klein bottle hidden behind the expired Hump Fat jars.
And I want whoever took the key to the upstairs hot tub to cough it up, pronto.
And then I’m gonna go up there and get me another Gentle Correction from the henchlesbian on duty.
All you heathens can stay down here and watch another showing of Cries And Whispers.
[sob]
penis fish beach.
(Any odds on this being the first time that phrase has been written anywhere?)
Every other language calls it some variation on “penis fish”, except English, which calls it the “fat innkeeper worm”.
The etymologist in me is warning me not to investigate that discrepancy.
I want a double, neat…no. TWO doubles, neat, of whatever that is in the Klein bottle hidden behind the expired Hump Fat jars.
As our inimitable host would say, “No refunds. Credit note only.”
Although, with respect to your water heater, I can commiserate. My dishwasher committed hara kiri today. Lightly leaking water in an undetectable spot, just enough for the computer to shut the whole thing down with an “LE” error.
Unexpected Penis Fish.
It is rather like a real-life Viz comic, innit.
Not an entirely unfair comment.
Eleanor Penny, Laurie’s sister, seems to believe – and very much want to believe – that a fairly soft conservative government will immediately result in nightly racial purges and parents eating their children.
I can’t help suspecting that the erupting tearfulness is the result of effort and contrivance. A performance of sorts.
The leftist intelligentsia, I see.
Eleanor Penny, Laurie’s sister, seems to believe – and very much want to believe – that a fairly soft conservative government will immediately result in nightly racial purges and parents eating their children.
It’s interesting that if Boris Johnson refers to an EU Withdrawal Agreement as a “surrender bill” and dismisses specious arguments as “balderdash” then he is using inflamatory language to encourage violence and divide our society.
When a lefty talks – sorry bleats – about “long term war” and holding those who disagree with her “personally accountable” as she is “incandescent”, then that leftie is just being caring.
But thanks for sharing the link, David. I laughed out loud. I mean what a silly little girl she is.
I laughed out loud. I mean what a silly little girl she is.
And yet eerily of a type. And given the relatively humdrum nature of British politics, I can’t help thinking that political affiliation isn’t an ideal vehicle for something akin to religious fanaticism. I mean, if the election of Boris Johnson, a squishy conservative by any measure, reduces you to apocalyptic wailing and weeping, or recreational scuffling with the police, then there’s probably something wrong with you.
No laughing.
No laughing.
LOL
Darleen:
I think I’ve posted this before.
(Technically, it’s Christmas lights on a palm tree.)
Penisfish meets essential men’s wear accessories.
essential men’s wear
Oh, let’s stop dicking around and get serious.
I may be wrong, but didn’t this already happen around the 5th & 6th centuries ?
Well, sort of. We took it a bit further in 1776…
No laughing.
UK version…
Oh, let’s stop dicking around and get serious.
Hmm. I might not be able to pull that off – will be flying and the TSA isn’t especially sensitive enough…
Whiling away the hours on Thursday evening, I turned to Tinder and Bumble for distraction from the prospect of a return to the 70s but with worse music.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with these dating apps, profiles are shown on the basis of popularity. If you get more matches, you will be shown to more people. You can, however, pay for your profile to be given a brief moment in the sun – usually about 30 minutes.
On Thursday evening, after weeks of silence, large numbers of profiles kept popping up exhorting me to vote Labour. These profiles generally had fewer photos than normal and nothing in the usual biography sections other than hashtags and quotations from the Labour manifesto. After the vote closed, and on Friday morning, these profiles disappeared.
Am I grouping or is it possible that Labour attempted to use dating apps to get London based millennials to vote for them? Seems like a waste of money if so.
UK version…
Heh.
pst314, I’s afreard you got that bass-ackward there.
Crazy Eddie was ignored because it pushed ideas which had never been tried before. Crazy, sure, but novel.
Leftists should be fought because they insist on replicating the disasters of history.
As I recall, Crazy Eddie also pushed ideas which had failed many times before–the Crazy Eddie drive, various technical and political solutions to the deadly Cycles, and so on. Sometimes new ideas but also old ideas.
My thought was merely that while Crazy Eddie seemed to always have noble motives, leftists usually have reprehensible motives–and they are pushing ideas which have failed disastrously time and again. (But did not fail for the rulers, who enjoyed luxurious lives and the exercise of power over others.) (And here you can detect that when I wrote ‘wisdom’ I was using it to denote both good judgement and good morals.)
A quote from the novel for those who have not read it:
“When a city has grown so overlarge and crowded that it is in immediate danger of collapse . . . when food and clean water flow into the city at a rate just sufficient to feed every mouth, and every hand must work constantly to keep it that way . . . when all transportation is involved in moving vital supplies, and none is left over to move people out of the city should the need arise . . . then it is that Crazy Eddie leads the movers of garbage out on strike for better working conditions.”
Penisfish meets essential men’s wear accessories.
Trust GQ to pay a silly twat to pontificate sophomorically. I doubt there is anyone at GQ who is not a silly twat.
Unexpected Penis Fish.
I am thankful that I do not live in a neighborhood where there is such a thing as an expected penis fish.
Ken Loach:
No (although no other Labour leader has consorted with active terrorists either), but every single Tory leader for the last forty years has. And some of them still managed to win.
Some idiot on that thread (it isn’t short of them) saying that “Labour doesn’t get to play by the same rules as the Tories”. No, it doesn’t. But for the first time in decades, it was forced to: even the media couldn’t hide from Corbyn’s sinister past. And its supporters, used to an easy ride – there have been “n days to save the NHS” at every election I can remember, and it’s never challenged; hell, not even this time – can’t can’t handle it.
“I doubt there is anyone at GQ who is not a silly twat.”
Seems like a safe working assumption.
More sweet, sweet leftist tears of tolerance…..
via Titania McGrath
Ken Loach
Ah yes, him.
Today’s words are tolerance and compassion. From an aspiring doctor too, no less.
https://twitter.com/TitaniaMcGrath/status/1205859214360481792
“Today’s words are tolerance and compassion.”
Oh, yah. Those working-class voters are, like, rahlly, rahlly… stupid, yah?