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.
“Meanwhile, over at Vice.”
Lockdown… culture? You know it’s a Vice bit when the stuff about lesbians and stuffing your cock between your legs isn’t even the dumbest part.
“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.”
The NHS cancelled the speech therapy my mum was due to start as part of her Parkinson’s treatment when all this kicked off. So she can’t even talk to her friends on the ‘phone. One of whom, incidentally, had her chemo put “on hold”. Oh, and they called a week into the lockdown to ask whether I’d want her resuscitated if she contracted the Communist Bat Plague.
Meanwhile, I have a friend who’s a nurse and runs a group of care homes in England, outside the NHS. She’s run off her feet, has several of her homes in quarantine (with the consequent staffing problems that brings), and isn’t being cheered to the rafters every Thursday or showered with free stuff by virtue-signalling businesses.
I have the utmost respect for medical professionals. I can imagine doing most jobs, but I couldn’t do theirs in a million years. However, this fetishization of the NHS is nauseating. Excluding micronations, which skew the numbers a bit, we have the fourth-highest death rate per million from WuFlu in the world. What the bloody hellfire are we supposed to be cheering? In a sane world, this would hammer the final nail into the coffin of the idea that a stalinist monopoly is any way for a grown-up nation to run its healthcare industry.
But it won’t be. It’s a bloody religion. It even has its own weekly worship now. If that doesn’t stop when this is all over (and I can absolutely see it carrying on), I’m emigrating.
It even has its own weekly worship now.
The subject of the NHS’s shortcomings has cropped up briefly before.
As I’m sure others have noted the difference between the NHS love and mandatory cheering for the various Kim family members is one of degree, not kind.
Y’all let us know when Texas needs to roll trucks through London and liberate your fine country. Though, please note: no refunds, credit notes only.
A question for youse over in The Land of Hope and Glory –
Over on this side of the big ditch there are a couple of streaming services that show programs (programmes in metric) from your side. One thing I have noticed of late is a number of these are in Welsh, which actually makes them nigh unwatchable because the dialogue is maybe 75:25 Welsh to English (often interspersed), and subtitled.
Is there actually a demand for Welsh language shows, or is this just the Beeb, Sky, and ITV pandering ?
It even has its own weekly worship now.
When I was accompanying someone in severe pain to the local NHS hospital and found our conversation with the receptionist being interrupted – first, by a panhandling drunk, and then by a man with serious, indeed alarming, mental health issues – to the extent that I had to explain to him that he was invading my personal space and was in danger of being punched insensible – cheering and applause were not foremost in my mind. And when, minutes later, I had an opportunity to register that about a third of the people around us seemed either intoxicated or deranged, with several of them harassing actual patients, and not being deterred by staff, then whooping with appreciation didn’t seem a priority.
It was more a question of hoping to get out of the place as quickly as possible.
he was invading my personal space and was in danger of being punched insensible
1) The idea of our humble host engaged in fisticuffs with a deranged person is an interesting one. I imagine verbose prose on the interloper’s personal failings interspersed with shockingly brutal violence.
2) Wouldn’t punching him sensible be more optimal?
The idea of our humble host engaged in fisticuffs with a deranged person is an interesting one.
Heh. It was the nearest I’d come to a fight in a long, long time.
Wee
Weeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
I was previously unfamiliar with the concept of titty money.
Standard Latin alphabet: A, B, C, D, E, F . . .
Standard New York alphabet: Fuckin’ A, Fuckin’ B, Fuckin’ C, Fuckin’ D, Fuckin’ E, Fuckin’ F . . . . .
I imagine verbose prose
Wait, what?
[ Splutters indignantly. Summons henchlesbians. ]
“Is there actually a demand for Welsh language shows, or is this just the Beeb, Sky, and ITV pandering ?”
According to Wikipedia, Channel 4 Wales (the Welsh language channel, run independently of Channel 4 in the rest of the country) has 146,000 regular Welsh-speaking viewers. The population of Wales is around 3,000,000. So, definitely pandering.
I’m surprised you haven’t seen any Gaelic. They waste a ton of money on that, too. The vast majority of that channel’s audience is English speakers watching football with the sound turned down.
Woke witch infighting is a thing, apparently.
Siiiiiiggggghhhh . . . . A number of years back I was hanging out with a general collection of those quite fixated or focused on Oh So Pagan Stuff . . . . One could note the the rather pointless posers from their ongoing and rather uniformly insistence on just The correct forms, and one Must have the Approved attitude, and, Etc.
Commentary from the actual practitioners always amounted to Hmmmm. Are you getting results?
As the Christians put it, the two groups being rather a pharisee/publican division, there . . .
We here should name our spirit animals.
Oh, Ebola, of course.
I’m surprised you haven’t seen any Gaelic.
None that I recall, some stuff in Irish which was a similar mix of that, English, and subtitles, but whether that was Northern Ireland Beeb, or whatever the Republic has, I have no idea.
[ Splutters indignantly. Summons henchlesbians. ]
I would anticipate perfect iambic pentameter, elizabethan insults, and a lot of thumb biting.
…Ebola…
Well that is certainly an odd way to spell Enterobius vermicularis.
Middle School Teacher – A Feinstein Leadership School
Anything to do with this Feinstein? https://www.tabletmag.com/sections/news/articles/lee-smith-china-coronavirus-1
Well that is certainly an odd way to spell Enterobius vermicularis.
Nah, Ebola makes a far more interesting spirit animal . . .
Re: titty money
My wife’s nieces are large and seem to feel the bosom is the perfect receptacle to hold their phones. I voiced my opposition to having an electro-magnetic device so close to the heart (well, maybe not that close) but was ignored as at-hand convenience, or rather at-tit convenience overrode any concerns about long-term effects. They do tend to keep abreast of social media and titter among themselves over various posts. And I must admit they are a handful, the nieces. More like a double handful. The phones, when nestled, seem to be buttressed by Mt Rushmore. You must understand they aren’t dropped into the Grand Canyon but rather placed on the upper side of Mt Kilimanjaro, held by carbon fiber/spider-web-strength of “Beauty Back Full Figure Wirefree Bra” or “Vanishing Back Unlined Front Close Bra” (https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/clothing/bra-reviews/g164/best-bras-for-large-busts/), for easy access. And no, I do not answer their phones for them.
Re: titty money
Meanwhile, out here in flyover country:
https://thewellarmedwoman.com/product/flashbang-holster/
I would usually say “watch Ozzyman on YouTube” in general, but this analysis of a bar fight in Tasmania is full on bonkers.
[ 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?
I’m sure there are some tenured Afrocentric “scholars” who are ready to explain to us that the Norse, Greeks, Celts, and Slavs stole all their religion, mythology and philosophy from the Africans.
“Land of the Rising Sound”
As someone intrigued with musical recording techniques, ran sound for an on-tour band for a year, and took an audio engineering course probably 35 years ago now, I found this an interesting documentary on one of the major players in the disco/techno phenomenon that burst on the scene. Technology has grown so that talented individuals can duplicate everything Roland did, at home on their computer. Nevertheless on stage is a different matter and it is great to see Roland as a pre-eminent name on so many keyboards. Sort of like Ludwig.
And incidentally I had to go and listen to “The Alan Parsons Project” I Robot again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vB8dweYCLes&list=OLAK5uy_lzGxEp9ikaAbwNB6LvqxFjjVl9ciwq-IU&index=2&t=0s
I’m sure there are some tenured Afrocentric “scholars” who are ready to explain to us that the Norse, Greeks, Celts, and Slavs stole all their religion, mythology and philosophy from the Africans.
Do not go down the route of the “Black Egyptian” hypothesis. That way madness lies.
I found this an interesting documentary
Yes, it’s good. It brought back memories of being a sullen teenager and crossing town to visit the Carlsbro Music store, to gawp at toys I couldn’t afford.
Do not go down the route of the “Black Egyptian” hypothesis. That way madness lies.
Oh, you can always have fun with this one . . .
One thing I have noticed of late is a number of these are in Welsh, which actually makes them nigh unwatchable because the dialogue is maybe 75:25 Welsh to English (often interspersed), and subtitled.
Why are subtitled programs unwatchable?
to the extent that I had to explain to him that he was invading my personal space and was in danger of being punched insensible
I thought that’s what the henchlesbians were for.
Why are subtitled programs unwatchable?
To me, and YMMV, it is easy to watch something subtitled in a language completely alien to me, for example something from Bollywood, or a language I know a little, like Russian, or something like The Longest Day where everyone speaks their own language and is appropriately subtitled. The subtitles are almost subliminal.
OTOH, these Welsh offerings are rather like trying to listen and make sense of a conversation over a crappy radio or phone connection – static, clear, static, clear, rinse and repeat, with someone handing you a hard copy of a transcript of what was actually said during the static.
As I said, YMMV, to me it is just jarring and the seamlessness of good subtitling goes away.
…Ebola makes a far more interesting spirit animal…
Other than that whole not being an animal thing – note to self, always remember to consider the source. OTOH, a virus not actually being alive, maybe it does make sense.
Do not go down the route of the “Black Egyptian” hypothesis. That way madness lies.
Mad Scientist movies are so passe. Time for some Mad Afrocentrists, Mad Feminists, and Mad Climate Activists.
“Technology has grown so that talented individuals can duplicate everything Roland did, at home on their computer.”
I always say the big, largely unsung, breakthrough was the Amiga 500; by 1988/89, kids in their bedrooms had access to basically everything Fairlight had been selling for £30,000 just five years earlier.
Granted, it only had four-note polyphony, the DAC was notoriously variable from machine to machine (although it had a certain charm of its own), a keyboard and MIDI were extra, as was a sampler to record your own sounds, and although it was able to reach “high” sample rates over 20kHz, you’d run out of memory pretty quickly. It was ridiculously close for the money, though. The Amiga demo scene was like punk electronica: grab a 500 and a (free) copy of Protracker and you were away.
But yes, stage equipment is a whole different ballgame.
OK, just watched that Skilz 2 video again…umm…because. Can’t quite make it out but did she tie a bowline? C’mon you ex-Boy Scouts, help me out.
Wtp,
After a … few perusals, I can’t quite make it out.
Can’t be an ordinary bowline, though, since there’s no running end. Probably a half hitch in the bight.
Oddly enough, neither my “Chapman’s Piloting” nor my Street’s “The Ocean Sailing Yacht” covers this technique. Odd, that, since she’s effectively got a third hand. Could come in handy.
Perhaps I should look into Adelard Coles’ “Heavy Weather Sailing”…
I see you’re giving it more thought than was strictly necessary. Have a gold star.
Can’t be an ordinary bowline, though, since there’s no running end.
Well, exactly. But aside from that it looks mighty close. I am partly curious because as a scout, our scoutmaster had us learn how to tie one one-handed and blindfolded. You know, in case we might fall off a cliff, land on a ledge, have one broken arm and it’s either really, really dark…like in a cave or moonless night or something, or we got blinded and the rescue team could only throw a rope down because the ledge might be too small or precarious to hold a rescuer as well. Not sure what that said about their leadership skills but it did make sense that we had signed release forms before campouts. Anyhoo, I’m thinking this young lady might be handy to have around should such situations arise.