Friday Ephemera
I question his commitment, frankly. (h/t, Damian) || I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. || Incoming air. || Nommy nommy nom. || If we all flap together, this baby is ours. || Bubbles of hydrogen. || Bathroom door distinction of note. (h/t, Holborn) || A brief history of colour charts. || It’s how they reproduce. || Vintage pulp magazine archive. From Astounding Stories to Weird Tales. || Parachutist of note. || Popcorn. || Fair point. (h/t, Damian) || The thrill of algae. || Long shot detected. || Land of ice. || Lunatic asylum notebook of note. || Last year, summarised. || At sea, diabolical scenes. || Suboptimal delivery service. || And finally, as time-saving measures go, it was, it has to be said, a partial success.
Fair point
Marlboros, and Marlboro menthols.
I question his commitment, frankly.
That’s what happens to me by the time I reach the end of the driveway.
Suboptimal delivery service.
“I’ve already used all proper channels, talked to him in real life, and my neighbors have spoken to him directly and also filed formal complaints…”
In other words, he’s a government employee who cannot be fired.
If we all flap together, this baby is ours.
He should have washed his hands after eating that frosted donut.
“I question his commitment, frankly.”
I’ve never actually seen post-faceplant body self-stabilization before.
Why is a 22GB database containing 56 million US folks’ personal details sitting on the open internet using a Chinese IP address? Seriously, why?
What could go wrong?
as time-saving measures go, it was, it has to be said, a partial success.
Now drop the milk.
Now drop the milk.
I was waiting for the words caffeine hit.
Morning, all.
I’ve never actually seen post-faceplant body self-stabilization before.
I do like that, once uprighted, he just carries on.
Heavens.
Via Holborn.
John Anderson talks with Douglas Murray.
Vintage pulp magazine archive.
Hold my calls.
Not at all concerning:
https://twitter.com/KimyaNDennisPhD/status/1214872909203886081
We’ve been here before, of course:
https://thompsonblog.co.uk/2019/04/dont-oppress-my-people-with-your-public-libraries.html
We’ve been here before, of course:
[ Turns to camera, raises eyebrow. ]
Lunatic asylum notebook of note. Last year, summarised.
Redundant links.
Hold my calls.
Yeah, I’m torn between “Captain Billy’s Whiz Bang”, and “French Night Life Stories”.
We’ve been here before, of course:
Who can forget the classic White Devil Science ?
I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.
Well that’s pretty lame. Usually the phrase, “And then the wheels came off” comes much later in the story. Oh, Canada.
Here’s my fave for best delivery. And he goes through this every time!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn3ymQB4iqQ
Little fella ran out of batteries.
I do like that, once uprighted, he just carries on.
Good Canadian kid, right there. </Don Cherry voice>
Not at all concerning
The institution that awarded her a PhD should be razed and the ground salted. Evacuate it first if you’re particularly squeamish.
as time-saving measures go, it was, it has to be said, a partial success.
Can you inhale ground coffee?
Can you inhale ground coffee?
There is a version with sound.
Vintage pulps…
Clam, if you’re not back in 3 days I’m coming in after you.
Can you inhale ground coffee?
Well, sure. You can do anything… once.
Too many awesome pull-quotes to list here … but here’s a couple (Cynthia Yockey is a good friend)
*************
As they say, read the whole thing!
Not mine – but horrible. Seen on Twitter:
“A woman is sitting at her husband’s funeral.
A man comes to her and asks, “May I say a word?”
She replied, “Why yes – please!”
He says, “Plethora” and sits down.
She says “Thanks – it means a lot.”
Seen on Twitter
[ Peers over spectacles, points to door. ]
Long shot detected.
I’m convinced some people simply believe they are living in Grand Theft Auto.
“Vintage pulp magazine archive.”
Letters to Movie Pictorial, 1915:
and
It’s like an Edwardian comments section. There really is nothing new under the sun.
It’s like an Edwardian comments section. There really is nothing new under the sun.
Yep. For example the equivalent of Rotten Tomatoes was…rotten tomatoes.
“[ Peers over spectacles, points to door. ]”
– No WAY I’m goin’ out that door – it hit my @$$ on the way IN!
Got a window you can throw me out of?
Afua Hirsch, the eminent hysterian who is popular with many inmates here, delves deeply as only she can into the tragic story of a woman of colour forced to become a refugee.
Got a window you can throw me out of?
Just be thankful he hasn’t had your coat thrown into the street and set on fire. He’s done that to me more than once before. Last time it was my second-best Astrakhan.
Commentary on design and construction.
Sometimes an unread book wins a place in our affections just on the strength of its title.
. . . the tragic story of a woman of colour forced to . . .
Uh huh . . . granting that there is already an established choice of dropping off the map as a Wallis Simpson, or continuing on as a Duchess of Cornwall . . .
Sometimes an unread book wins a place in our affections just on the strength of its title.
Errr, across two browsers, the only title turning up is Please enter your CPL Library card number: . . .
Hal, sorry about that and I’m at witsend how to fix it. It’s in the Gale Eighteenth Century Collections Online, and nowhere else that I can find gives the full title. It loses something in the abbreviation. So here goes:
[ Emerges from storeroom with jukebox. Sets dial to “autotuned smut.” Inserts coin. ]
Fair point
A bit unfair, actually. The 2011 reboot of Thundercats has pretty solid artwork and a surprisingly based storyline, and the 2002 reboot of Masters of the Universe was fooking metal.
Rock drummer virtuoso, Neil Peart, R.I.P.
[ Sets dial to drum solo. Inserts coin. ]
[ Follows by setting dial to three guys live, NO AUTOTUNE! Somehow got two plays for my last coin. ]
Nice lungs. (YT link but potentially NSFW. Oh, and turn down the volume first.)
It loses something in the abbreviation.
. . . . . . Of course, knowing the Eighteenth Century, that could be the abbreviation . . .
NO AUTOTUNE!
The evolution of muzak:
First generation:
Pop music, rock, or so, given a melody only arrangement with lots of violins that’s presented as a variety of classical music.
Second generation:
Pop music, rock, or so, also arranged as melody only, but now using synthesizers.
Third generation:
Anything with autotune.
Rock drummer virtuoso, Neil Peart, R.I.P.
[ Sets dial to drum solo. Inserts coin. ]
[ Follows by setting dial to three guys live,
An item currently listed in the Google aggregate Business news:
Just got back from seeing the movie 1917. Took my 17 y/o grandsons (twins) to it – Sean is quite the history buff.
Wow. Wow. Wow. I’m emotionally spent. Not a wrong note in this movie. The boys are in awe and Sean couldn’t get over (and is very appreciative) that the movie is just raw & realistic. No politics, no cartoon heroism. Just an excellent film enhanced by understated acting (not one scene chewed) and tightly directed. Most of the time you’re right at the shoulders of the main characters, seeing things from their POV, and it really helps you experience it – from the trenches to crossing No Man’s Land – like they are. This should be a “must see” on everyone’s list.
Popcorn?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O775dHUHxLs
Coffee Hit
Demonstrating Sheldon’s Superman Theory
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PvwtS0htyk
knowing the Eighteenth Century
. . . sometimes known as the Long Eighteenth Century
1917
Between this, Joker and Rickey Gervaise, I’m cautiously optimistic we may be seeing a revival of actual filmmaking.
Mmmmm … snacks.
Oooo… this would make nice addition to David’s art collection.
And if one episode of saving the planet with art isn’t enough, it’s a whole series!
Our tax dollars at work.
Somehow got two plays for my last coin.
I’ll have to look into that.
According to The Lancet, which may well be read by your own doctor, white people must “unbecome white.” They must “eliminate whiteness altogether.”
Because, obviously, “whiteness is badness.”
Previously in the World of Woo.
Because, obviously, “whiteness is badness.”
Wow. Start with something that happened in 1963 in the deep South, then leap ahead to…
…as if the same thing is still going on. We’ll ignore the fact that Missouri, Tennessee, and Kansas hardly represent all of ‘Murkan wypipo, but how dare they “arm” them selves with votes ?
The author of this silly book is a shrink and a sociologist, so we are in trouble right there, but he evidently overlooked demographics of state and city government in those states because they are not exactly the KKK (for example, the guy is from Kansas City, you think he might have noticed the wypipo have voted for three black mayors in the last 30 years), so evidently for a bunch of racists their aim is bad.
The good news, besides Sailer effectively fisking this tripe, is things like this review are generally found by accident as the readership of The Lancet, JAMA, and NEJM, while unfortunately not asymptotically approaching zero, is getting there because of nonsense like this, and probably the only ones to have read his book (which basically appears from his site to boil down to “guns and orange man bad”) are his unfortunate students who were forced to.
Because, obviously, “whiteness is badness.”
Theodore Dalrymple has on occasion noted the Lancet’s descent into political lunacy. For instance:
“And yet The Lancet in particular, once one of the world’s greatest medical journals, never fails to irritate me. Its sanctimony makes Elmer Gantry seem like a self-doubter. It propounds abject nonsense with the self-conceit of the assuredly saved preaching to the assuredly damned. Dickens would have loved to satirise it….”
–WHO Cares? by Theodore Dalrymple (New English Review, Aug. 2006)
https://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm?frm=3671&sec_id=3671
“eminent hysterian”
🙂
“So here goes:”
Wait. Is that the title, or the book?
“Sets dial to ‘autotuned smut.’”
I’m trying to think of a witty response, but f*** it.
It must be the full moon, today in self haters to go along with Herr Doktor Professor Wypipo Bad.
1) From The Guardian (because of course) “I campaign for the extinction of the human race”
Meanwhile at the watering hole…
2) A cleric who, from the twitter banner also seems troubled by wypipo, offers an opinion on God’s weight and twerking ability
Natch. BTW, if you disagree with the opinion above guess what you must be.
Somewhat related, for a mere 30K frogskins (base model) you too can live in a 156sq ft camper with no wheels. If it came with Leloo, I might think about it, but 2 grand more gets you a single wide with a 156 sq ft living room, along with actual bedrooms and baths. Probably comes with wheels too.
The sources for that Lancet article are fascinating. A weird mix of studies that show at least some understanding of the scientific method and tenth rate sociology that basically consists of a string of politically motivated assertions. No distinction is made between the two.
It really is amazing how stupid doctors can be when they wander off their specialist subject. Just take a look at the NHA party in the UK – its candidates have a legitimate claim to be intelligent educated people (and Phil Hammond also stood for them). Yet their policies are just ante-diluvian lefty pap.
For all the stuff about how wonderful STEM degrees are, there’s two things that don’t seem to be emphasised enough:
1) To become an expert is to specialise and to specialise is to neglect. Very few people are experts on more than one thing.
2) You didn’t invent the scientific method. You use it because other people developed it, painstakingly, and you shouldn’t assume you will apply it to a subject you’re new to.
Does this mean fat-shaming is ok?
You didn’t invent the scientific method. You use it because other people developed it, painstakingly, and you shouldn’t assume you will apply it to a subject you’re new to.
Too many believe their degrees convey a certain amount of exclusive magic.
Too many believe their degrees convey a certain amount of exclusive magic.
I know a lot of people with STEM degrees, and a sadly large number are fools.
Now for something completely different … beware belly laughs.
Just got back from seeing the movie 1917…Not a wrong note in this movie.
I’m waiting for it to get here, but meanwhile, over at Salon…
I get the feeling he is obsessed.
RTWT – Even for Salon the whole article is some serious bugwittery, even worse because our esteemed author has a PhD in history.
OTOH, perhaps that last bit explains it.
Darleen, I’m going to show that to Mrs. Fourth, who is currently bugging me to visit shelters to “look at” dogs. I’ve had several pooches, she has not. And this despite her knowing that our house has more than the normal quantity of auto body filler paste in sections of the exterior woodwork (a side effect of my last dog).
it’s irresponsibly nationalistic The film has amazing acting and technical achievements, but its simplistic storytelling falls in line with Trumpism
What.The.Fuck.