Friday Ephemera
The Movnrovian nightly news. (h/t, Damian) || Wee. || Teamwork. || Foreign words of note, with approximate translations. || In a galaxy far, far away. || Aircraft at rest. || Feast inhibitors. (h/t, Joe) || Live webcams of famous places. || Assorted loops. (h/t, Things) || Land of the Rising Sound: A Roland retrospective. || Frankly, that’s a lot to unpack. || Past it’s best, I fear. || Come pet the damp puppy. || Eggdog. || I was previously unfamiliar with the concept of titty money. || Today’s words are middle school teacher. || And in try-cutting-the-carbs news. (h/t, Holborn) || Bird art is barely art, but it is made of birds. || Skillz 1. || Skillz 2. || Hot stuff. || And finally, in the garage, a lunchtime drama.
Better late than never… 😉
Better late than never… 😉
Yes, apologies for the tardiness. Yesterday’s Typepad outage seems to have buggered up the scheduled posts. Instead of appearing automatically, the ephemera just sat there, defiantly, unposted.
Still, things could be worse.
Eggdog
Heh. Goo goo g’joob.
Aircraft at rest
That was fun. SoCal Logistics Airport is about 9-10 miles north of #1 daughter’s home in Victorville. Haven’t driven by it in a while (we come up to Victorville from the southwest through Cajon pass). Strange to see all those grounded planes there. Yikes.
The poppy bloom in the Antelope Valley is directly west from Victorville & Adelanto along the high desert. Great bloom, we had late winter rains. But two years ago when our drought broke that was a super bloom in all the desert areas that was jaw-dropping spectacular.
Still, things could be worse.
*winces*
Superhero pin-ups.
Superhero pin-ups.
I’m just going to leave this here.
If Darleen gets overheated, someone spray her with cold water.
LOL *woof!*
Anyway, ladies. About this titty money thing…
I was previously unfamiliar with the concept of titty money.
As Kerry Katona might say, you should have gone to Iceland
Iceland store in Manchester declares it won’t accept money that’s been in customers’ ‘mouths, bras or shoes’ due to coronavirus fears
About this titty money thing…
In my twenties one of my super powers was an uncanny intuition regarding what my female acquaintances had stored between their breasts. While seldom very useful, it was consistently comical.
As Kerry Katona might say, you should have gone to Iceland
Well, I, for one, am getting an education here.
an uncanny intuition regarding what my female acquaintances had stored between their breasts.
[ Hesitates. ]
Are they… prehensile? I mean, do they have some kind of gripping action, like an oversized bulldog clip…?
It depends on the girl, and on what the girl is wearing.
I should be writing this down, in case there’s a test.
And it’s curious how the gents had to step up about the whole titty money thing, while the womenfolk kept schtum. Like it’s some kind of secret knowledge.
Just sayin’.
What do you expect? They’re ladies after all.
Are they… prehensile? I mean, do they have some kind of gripping action, like an oversized bulldog clip…?
Only when you’re young.
I’m now picturing ladies rummaging for bus fare or holding up the queue in the local chip shop. “Hang on, I’ve some change in here somewhere…”
Woke witch infighting is a thing, apparently.
Instead of appearing automatically, the ephemera just sat there, defiantly, unposted.
No refunds, credit notes only.
I’ll see meself out and burn my own overcoat in the alley, no need to trouble the henchlesbians.
Titty money
Nobody wants to see an unsightly bulge in the yoga pants.
Woke witch infighting
I’m curious as to how long my account would survive if I registered as @LOLatBlackFear.
Woke witch infighting is a thing, apparently.
“Magic is not for white people.”
[ Turns to bookshelves brimming with Norse, Greek, Celtic and Slavonic myths and legends; Notes Grimm’s Fairy Tales and books on witches and witchcraft in Medieval and Early Modern Europe ]
Errr … Wut?
Errr … Wut?
Woke appears to be a euphemism for self-satisfied ignorance. Or cultivated morony.
Something along those lines.
We here should name our spirit animals. Most people go for tiger or something noble.
Me: Capybara
Wife: Least Weasel
#1 daughter: Tapeworm
#2 daughter: Small Bin Chicken
I fear we are not taking the whole “spirit animal”, sorry patronas, in the same way as the witches.
Small Bin Chicken
Band name.
Wee
I debated whether to click on that, but I did and I’m glad. It brought a smile to my face.
Bin chickens are sacred ibis where I come from.
Wee: It’s all fun and games to you lot until someone puts an eye out!
I debated whether to click on that,
As if I would.
Assorted loops.
For all my GIF needs!
For all my GIF needs!
I quite like this one.
Re cutting carbs…
Emergency services workers in hazmat suits were lifted to a first floor window
First off, y’all count funny. But that still can’t explain the Centigrade nonsense.
First off, y’all count funny.
Ground floor, first floor, second floor. It’s basic science, you heathen foreigner.
The Babylon Bee analyses the news.
The Babylon Bee analyses the news.
Heh. Sounds about right.
Yes, titty money. Aka Bra stash/purse.
Yes, titty money. Aka Bra stash/purse.
My browser history’s getting more incriminating by the day.
[ Sprays Darleen with cold water, just in case. ]
“42. TARTLE (SCOTS)”
Never heard it before in all my born days. I’m convinced they make this shit up. Who’s gonna check?
“Aircraft at rest.“
Sign of the times. It reminds me of this. If you’ve ever arranged a party and nobody showed, console yourself with the thought that it was nothing compared to what they did at Zandvoort over the winter. The first Dutch Grand Prix since 1976 should have been this weekend.
“Live webcams of famous places.”
Cool. With the rise of “content creators” and “influencers”, that sort of thing seemed to have died out. Rather nice to have on in the background during lockdown.
“I was previously unfamiliar with the concept of titty money.”
I love the demure “Drink responsibly” at the end.
“Skillz 2.“
Holy moley. Is it getting hot in here?
I knew a girl who could do that once. And, like an absolute bloody moron, didn’t appreciate the significance at the time, if you get my drift. I’m my own worst enemy sometimes, I really am.
“We here should name our spirit animals.“
Dibs on the sloth.
Holy moley. Is it getting hot in here?
Don’t make me fetch the hose.
Forbes brings us exciting and surprising science news.
Somewhat related, a search of the literature has failed to reveal a single case of Kung Flu having been transmitted by titty money.
“Magic is not for white people.”
Fun fact – wicca has no relation whatsoever to any kind of traditional folk practices. It’s demonstrably a reskinning of 19th century O.T.O. and Golden Dawn rituals tarted up as some kind of “lost practice”. The progenitor of wicca, Gerald Gardner, met with Aleister Crowley in the latter’s final days and refused to ever reveal what they talked about. Crowley is on record as saying that if he were to do the whole occult thing all over again, he’d do it as a religion.
Wicca was invented lock, stock and barrel in the 1960s by two old white dudes.
Meanwhile, over at Vice.
Skillz 2.
Pass that hose down this way.
Meanwhile, over at Vice
Shocked, shocked, I tell you.
There must a word for “joy bacon.” Oh yeah, bacon!
Skillz 2.
I’ll just take my drink outside and avoid the hose, thanks. There I can contemplate my misplaced priorities in wife selection.
[ Lumbers past several people while staring at phone ]
Fine denizens of Great Britannia, I find it very sad when you are pressured to clap and genuflect to the NHS. I also saw Boris Johnson lavishing praise on “the NHS” after his full WuFlu recovery, and ws similarly flummoxed and disappointed. It is my understanding that you plucky folks are forced to fund and use the NHS when you need mending, and there is no other service allowed to handle, say, pandemic response.
So…you’re forced to fund a vital service regardless of their performance and your actual usage then when the (taxpaying) population really needs the service to step up in an emergency you’re ordered to lose your liberty and livelihood in order to protect…the service. Honk.
The need to profusely thank the service – as opposed to the individual doctors and nurses, or even hospital – when, you know, you had no other choice, seems a particularly vile bit of boot stomping.
My condolences.
…a lunchtime drama.
Q: Squid, why do you live in a place where it gets down to -40 degrees every winter?
A: Because it keeps the spiders, snakes and scorpions at bay.