Friday Ephemera
Hardcore rave banana. || Baby cannon. || Good doggo. || Feet detected. || Underwhelming loaf. || Today’s word is rethink. || Slow-motion ocean. (h/t, Things) || Unfortunate phrasing. || “Its smell is compared to that of a dog, with the texture of breadcrumbs and the appearance of ping pong balls.” || Parental discipline of note. || Pamela didn’t realise what would subsequently happen to her curtains. || Context is for weaklings. || Car mine of note. (h/t, Dr Westerhaus) || Cooking with wool. || There’s a lot of it about. || The evolution of the scrollbar, a visual guide. || The statistical value of a dog’s life. || At last, a baby head Theremin. || Seedlings and chess. || And finally, festively, you want one and you know it.
Apparently, a banana freakout is unsafe for an unnamed community. Someone at Reddit may have thought a viewer might laugh at the video rather than with it.
And finally, festively, you want one and you know it.
Yes, yes I do.
Unfortunately I am packing for a move, and the acquisition of new things is forbidden.
“Hardcore rave banana.”
I used to think it was just Japan. Clearly the whole of South East Asia is on drugs.
“Car mine”
Surely it’s the wrong colour?
“you want one”
Oh, hell yes.
Christmas film. I pronounce it theologically sound.
Baby cannon.
That’s how I imagine Serena Williams giving birth.
Unfortunate phrasing.
An older man was concerned about his wife’s unusual behaviour so he brought her to see the doctor. After a thorough examination and a full slate of tests, the doctor had an opinion. He told the man he was concerned. Her condition indicated she had either Aids or Alzheimer’s. The man was at a loss and asked the doctor what to do. The doctor said, “When you get her home send her out for a long walk and if she comes back don’t have sex with her.”
I know, I’m a bad person.
The evolution of the scrollbar, a visual guide.
Was gripped. 🙂
Morning, all.
Apparently, a banana freakout is unsafe for an unnamed community.
I’m assuming they just fill the suits with cocaine.
Oh, hell yes.
Do it. Do it now. Do it for Christmas.
That’s how I imagine Serena Williams giving birth.
I’m sure there are websites for people like you. Ones that require a credit card.
TimT:
Christmas film. I pronounce it theologically sound.
Excellent! With an ending that does not sugar coat the process of change.
Pachelbel’s Canon, an interpretation.
Context is for weaklings.
It’s a Harry Potter reference.
I have a question for the heathen rabble. At what point in the month is it acceptable to go full-on Christmas tree? I ask because yesterday evening Beloved Sister-In-Law #2 was excitedly awaiting the delivery of an artificial tree, complete with built-in lights. Within seconds of its arrival it was unboxed, plugged in and blinking. Doubtless it has by now been fully festooned.
Seems premature, somehow.
Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve.
As a wee seedling, the tree went up on Christmas Eve, giving it a sense of occasion. ‘Twas a big deal, at least for a six-year-old, when you’re incredibly impressed by tinsel.
“Her condition indicated she had either Aids or Alzheimer’s.”
About two this morning I was awake, so I asked my wife if she wanted to have sex. She said “sure”, got dressed and left.
She said “sure”, got dressed and left.
Ba-dum tissshhh.
[ Summons henchlesbians. ]
Was gripped. 🙂
Very moving.
Today’s word is rethink.
That’s me for the next 3 months.
Fake news.
https://twitter.com/Channel4News/status/1202913424243601408
Fake news.
Wow. So, are they staggeringly incompetent, given the availability of the video and therefore the ability to check, or just staggeringly mendacious?
Answers on a postcard, please.
Hardcore rave banana.
In other banana related news, the question of whether it is really art is a bit sticky.
the question of whether it is really art is a bit sticky.
Ah, the custodians of high culture.
Answers on a postcard, please.
They are staggeringly stupid, in that they have embraced all sorts of pernicious ideas, and they are staggeringly mendacious in the service of those ideas. I wouldn’t cross the street to save them from something awful.
His placard reads, “Fight bigotry.”
Via Holborn.
They are staggeringly stupid, in that they have embraced all sorts of pernicious ideas, and they are staggeringly mendacious in the service of those ideas.
I suspect it tells us quite a bit about the kind of people employed by Channel 4, and what those people want to hear. And, it seems, what they want us to hear.
“His placard reads, ‘Fight bigotry.’”
It’s worth watching the the whole thing.
It’s worth watching the whole thing.
Well played, that man.
It’s no great surprise in our overly narcissistic and litigious age to find an Indian man suing his parents because he didn’t ask to be born, but one can only question the utility of a legal system that permits such farcical lawsuits.
an Indian man suing his parents because he didn’t ask to be born,
The solution to his alleged agonies seems rather obvious.
I have a question for the heathen rabble. At what point in the month is it acceptable to go full-on Christmas tree?
Well, as you lot are unfortunately not blessed with the Greatest Holiday Of Them All, aka Thanksgiving (no, the left hasn’t totally ruined it yet with full on politics, but they are closing in), over here in Uber Heathenland any time just after Thanksgiving is considered the norm. Personally, I’ve traditionally waited until a week or two before Christmas but as time goes on I’ve started earlier. All the effort to put it up, along with exterior lights and such, seems like a waste to not have it up at least most of the month. But never before Thanksgiving. Again, an Americanism but I’ve traditionally consider it bad luck to have anything Christmas-y still showing before the kick off of the Rose Bowl game. But now the stupid college football playoff system has mucked with that as well.
An aside…I remember a couple years ago out walking the dog one evening, I distinctly remember it was on Groundhog Day (Feb. 2 for non-heathens elsewhere), and smelling that unique Christmas Tree pine smell. Looking across the street I notice that one of my neighbors had just that night hauled the tree out to the curb. In six years living in this ‘hood I’ve never seen those people outside in the light of day. Or outside at all, actually. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
seems like a waste to not have it up at least most of the month.
Savages.
Answers on a postcard, please.
Postcard: I’d be willing to bet that they honestly thought that’s what he said.
Rant: Because that’s how it played in their heads. These media (and academic) people, UK, US, OZ, Canukland, etc. have been brainwashed from an early age that everything about their civilization is bad. ‘Conservatives’, no matter how leftist they may be, are the closest thing to a real world representation of western civilization that they can imagine. Every single thing Conservatives, conservatives, or ‘Conservatives’ utter is therefore racist, colonialist, murderist, meanist, hateist, etc. It’s how they process, how they experience the world.
Pachelbel’s Canon, an interpretation.
That one’s gone round the office.
#Classy
Savages.
Hey, don’t knock Boiled Leftist Missionary until you’ve tried it. But make sure you remember to throw in a bay leaf. It gives the broth an almost minty flavor (somewhere between spearmint and menthol), with subtle hints of black pepper and Christmas tree pine.
Baked honey glazed leftist, dotted with cloves.
It’s worth watching the whole thing.
It looks like the ’60s were really good to the gal with the headband and purple lights wrapped around her, regardless, there is no end of this sort of nonsense from the non-thinking leftists Mark Dice Man on the Street Interviews are hilarious, or would be if these idiots actually vote, but if they do, it certainly explains California. Karl Marx for president.
In view of Channel 4’s “oopsie” re: Boris Johnson, I give you this from today’s “Most Trusted Name in News,” our times’ “Paper of Record.”
I rather like the cadence and flow of “Foe of the Folk.”
Parental discipline of note.
As a father of an 8-month old daughter I cherish every damned second of parenting before mobile phones and social media becomes a “thing”. It’s honestly terrifying.
‘Twas a big deal, at least for a six-year-old, when you’re incredibly impressed by tinsel.

We still get a fresh tree — about 3 weeks before Christmas and take it down on New Year’s Day. I have wonderful memories of running up and down rows of trees at Christmas tree lots – the smell of fresh pine always triggers those memories. Dad was usually the one to find just the right tree and mom gave final approve.
Back in the day, the tinsel was metal – in the 1950s I believe it was lead – and tinseling the tree might take more than a day or two as each strand was carefully hung to create that sparkling waterfall effect.
Case in point: 1957 (dad, li’l sis & me) … I was only allowed to help with tinseling when I was about 9, and then only under the watchful eye of my dad.
Darleen has doxxed her self as a Rockwell. =)
It’s worth watching the whole thing.
Eye opening, that was.
“Gotcha! Those anti-Jewish statements were from your guy. What say you?”
“Hurr humm hurr well ya know those joos are sort of terrible when ya think on it.”
I no longer have to imagine how the genocides happen in western democracies. It’s simply a matter of enough “acceptable” people being for it, and the low IQ bullies do the rest.
“An aside…I remember a couple years ago out walking the dog one evening, I distinctly remember it was on Groundhog Day (Feb. 2 for non-heathens elsewhere)”
Interesting. Wikipedia on Twelfth Night:
Occam’s razor says they’re probably just lazy. But you never know. The switch of the superstition to the 5th of January seems to be fairly recent, maybe even 20th Century.
Celebrating Christmas at all is a 20th Century innovation (well, okay, rediscovery) here in Jockland. My dad used to recall sitting down to Christmas dinner after his father came home from work. It was still only a half-holiday when he started working himself in the 1950s. Santa came on Hogmanay.
“I no longer have to imagine how the genocides happen in western democracies.”
As I said over at Guido Fawkes’s, usually these “gotcha” videos are fun. That one’s terrifying.
I like the Treezilla, but what if it had Theremin baby head ornaments? A score of them, all making sounds when someone passed by? I would like that.
seems like a waste to not have it up at least most of the month.
As a concession to this slapdash festive impatience, I’ve written out the Christmas cards. They are now ready to post.
I hope you’re happy.
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Yay, Christmas cheer! We’ve been told by a couple friends (some now seem to be ‘friends’) that due to globalistic warmaring and/or a newfound cynicism for all things Christian because it kills so many people, spreads misery, forces women to have babies, and hates on the gays, that we ‘really don’t need to’ send them a card. Somehow, those folks accidentally or not (there’s currently a study being done to find out) end up getting the most Jesus-y card we can find. Because we’re haters that way.
…seems like a waste to not have it up at least most of the month.
The advantage of having the non-Hibernian side of the family is that we can leave things up till 9 January, first for the arrival of Дед Мороз and Снегурочка, his hot granddaughter, on the real Christmas of 7 January, then for the birth of Our Lord and Savior, Elvis on 8 January. The only problem is that we have to switch from Jameson, in true Russian tradition, to vodka and/or antifreeze on 1 January.
I need a glass of wine.
Ah, that’s better.
Did someone mention “a Rockwell?”
Wow, Darleen. An ad I’d love to see again. Whodathunk. Thanks for sharing.