Friday Ephemera
Scenes. || Scenes 2. (h/t, Darleen) || Quality time. (h/t, Damian) || The somewhat extended shipping forecast. || Their internet connection is faster than yours. || Cat distraction of note. || Birds on public transport, a thread. || Otters versus butterfly, a battle of wits. || When amphibians attack. || Dog balloons. (h/t, Samizdata) || She does this way better than you. || Neighbourly decisions. || There goes the neighbourhood. || Today’s word is glamorous. || Luxurious and inviting. (h/t, Dicentra) || This, on Renaissance fertility weasels, is one of these. (h/t, Things) || Long shot. || Chemistry. || Made of sand. || “Modern toilet restaurant.” || Four-dimensional toy box. || And finally, lunchtime interruptus.
Today’s word is glamorous.
Already been done. Activate the cone of silence.
Kink.
Cat distraction of note.
I like the shadow of the ears turning up first . . .
When amphibians attack.
Oh, yes, speaking of horrible nasty dangerous beasties found in Australia: Cane Toads.
Four-dimensional toy box.
Mimsy Were The Borogroves, read by William Shatner.
And finally, lunchtime interruptus.
. . . . . Just what part of Very fresh food, locally sourced do you not understand?
And finally, lunchtime interruptus.
I have questions…
“Neighbourly decisions. “
Clearly, US neighbours are a lot better than the UK kind.
“This, on Renaissance fertility weasels, is one of these.”
From the article: “In the Renaissance, it was widely believed that weasels conceived through their ears and gave birth through their mouth. “
Oh, those wacky old timers! We’ve come a long way, at least science now understands there’s 367 genders and…
What?
Well, this is fine…
Baghdad Bob could not be reached for comment.
Morning, all.
Mimsy Were The Borogroves, read by William Shatner.
Shockingly, inexcusably, I’d forgotten about that.
Regarding the 4-D toy box, the chap responsible is also developing a 4-D game.
Renaissance fertility weasels
Band name.
There goes the neighbourhood.
‘Always respect the media’
https://twitter.com/CalebJHull/status/1266222112458629120
Well, this is fine…
‘Always respect the media’
MSNBC is increasingly like a broadcast from some parallel universe.
Presumably, the way to “protest” for “justice,” and indeed “social justice,” is to destroy local businesses by the dozen, loot anything in sight while laughing, financially cripple your neighbours, and burn down low-income housing developments. Until the guts of your own home city looks like a third-world war zone. The creatures responsible don’t seem to comprehend the clear message they’re sending, not least about who and what they are. And by extension, how much, or little, one should be concerned for their wellbeing.
extended shipping forecast
have added to favourites for next time I can’t sleep.
Hopefully that fixes the italics.
Quality time.
Kid can sing!
[ Fixes italics overflow. ]
Everyone glare at Felicity.
I‘ll just leave this here, I think. Until the blushing subsides.
Kid can sing!
The big chap, Joseph Clarke, is a vocal coach. The young lady, Bri’Anna Harper, aged 12, is just… really good.
glare at Felicity
Band name.
Wannabe Bowie clones.
—Albeit also band name.
Kid can sing!
Is that a real bunny?
—I think the bunny needed to go full Groucho:
Of course I’m a real bunny. Are you a real judge?
By the way, the giant mechanical kookaburra – now there’s a string of words – reminds me of the opening to The Surfaris’ beach party anthem, Wipe Out.
Just sayin’.
When amphibians attack.
LOL That went badly.
That went badly.
I think it’s safe to say that mom’s intervention didn’t significantly improve the situation.
#GreatParentingMoments
Neo-confederate uniform of note.
Ok, blushing subsided. Can I come back in? It’s cold out here and the smell of burning coats is making me nauseous.
Ok, blushing subsided. Can I come back in?
[ Points to rickety stool with only two legs. ]
Our betters and their throbbing brains.
Via Julia.
She’s a poet, apparently. A being of great depth and sensitivity.
Pronouns declared, obviously.
A being of great depth and sensitivity.
But doesn’t understanding the meaning of the word random. Plus I’m betting the three people are actually one.
https://twitter.com/oliviagatwood/status/1265384734776913921?s=20
But doesn’t understand the meaning of the word random.
Alas, Ms Gatwood has now protected her tweets. Doubtless on account of her immense sensitivity.
But doesn’t understanding the meaning of the word random. Plus I’m betting the three people are actually one.
The bold and brave twat has hidden her Twitter posts.
Doubtless on account of her immense sensitivity.
Doubtless. I guess we’ll just have to satisfy ourselves with “Ode to My Bitch Face”. Some first rate Vogon poetry right there.
Some first rate Vogon poetry right there.
“They [Vogons] are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous.”
So, about the best we can hope for from Progressives.
the chap responsible is also developing a 4-D game.
That’s mad and brilliant. When’s it out?
When’s it out?
No date yet. He’s been working on it for years. Still not entirely sure how the gameplay will work, though there are some small hints, like how to walk through walls.
Thanks, David.
Our betters and their throbbing brains.
Blue tick? Check.
Pronouns? Check.
Sounds like a spoiled child? Check.
The There goes the neighborhood tweet seems to be unavailable. Unfortunate, since the comments hint at great hilarity.
the comments hint at great hilarity.
Well, darkly farcical. See here.
how to walk through walls
Around walls, using the fourth dimension.
Going through walls would be like quantum tunneling.
A game with the player given the abilities of an electron — with wave/particle duality, quantum tunneling and entanglement would be quite something.
Coronavirus lockdown, Red China sweeping up Hong Kong, looting stores of liquor and 65″ flatscreens “for justice” — and Toronto is right there on the important issues of the day. BTW, spot the missing word.
Ye gods. It’s like a train derailed into a dumpster full of burning zombies.
…and Toronto is right there on the important issues of the day.
Declaring Menstrual Hygiene Day is the equivalent of shouting “squirrel” to a Torontonian.
BTW, spot the missing word.
Darlene, is it woman or women? Otherwise, I’m not sure what a menstruator is. It sounds like a small appliance you buy on late night commercial television. It slices, it dices, it walks your dog…
It slices, it dices, it walks your dog…
It makes you a sandwich?
Last time they serve pork for lunch.
Heh.
It was only a matter of time, Damian.
Around walls, using the fourth dimension.
By the way, if, as a result of this thread, anyone here develops higher-dimensional space-folding technology, the house takes 20% of any commercial, military, or pornographic applications.
Meanwhile, in the strange, childlike mind of Michael Moore.