Friday Ephemera
That was not what I was expecting. || Speck at speed. || Pattern detected. || Peekaboo. || Because you like a project: How to make a brass and steel 8-ball. || Old bill. || Jellybean corn. || Boyfriend material. || Meatbird. || Because style points matter. || Frankly, I’m concerned by the lack of legroom. || When you may have joined a cult. || He likes coffee and lives in an abandoned elementary school. || Doll’s house of note. || She’s a lady. || On the evolution of the human arse. || Tiny treehouse kit. || Skeletons in the closet. || A compendium of cheap Irish houses. (h/t, Things) || Highway kaleidoscope. || Mystery solved. || More anarchist genius. || And finally, in prosthetics news, the thrill of receiving your artificial toes.
Mystery solved.
Try instead . . .
She’s a lady.
So is that a male human? Or a female human taking steroids and pretending to be a male human?
Will this be on the test?
Teh Party Of Science™ fails Sex Ed 101.
Accurate.
“Peekaboo.”
*shudders*
Frankly, I’m concerned by the lack of legroom.
Maybe you have to straddle and face the other way? 🙂
Pattern detected.
Do they have a race fetish?
Morning, all.
Maybe you have to straddle and face the other way? 🙂
For some reason, it reminded me of when you’re trying to get to your seat in a busy cinema: “Excuse me, sorry, excuse me…”
Do they have a race fetish?
The subject does seem to preoccupy them in a rather deranged way.
Cross-dressing killers, a thread. Via Tim.
Our betters, 1.
Our betters, 2.
Our betters, 3.
She’s a “writer, activist, teacher” who declares her pronouns.
Somewhat relevant.
Even the parents of a lot of the BLM shouters are not old enough to remember 1969 and this anti-racist debut song by Blue Mink (fashion and hairstyles excused) and the concept of coffee-coloured people woulld be anathema to them.
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all its got
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naLnOMbtZoY
the thrill of receiving your artificial toes.
Cool. Didn’t know they existed.
“She’s a lady whoa whoa whoa…” wait, she’s a lady? WTH
Didn’t know they existed.
No, it wasn’t something I’d given much thought either. I’m now trying to decide whether or not the podophiles among us* will find it pleasing.
*[ Peers over spectacles. ]
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Ah yes, choosing the nobles ahead of the festivities . . .
the thrill of receiving your artificial toes.
Will they fit over normal toes?
Asking for a friend.
Will they fit over normal toes?
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Frankly, I’m concerned by the lack of legroom.
I wonder where that photo was taken.
I wonder where that photo was taken.
[ Hangs ‘out of order’ sign on door to gents’. ]
Who can say.
Emotional labor – sitting thorough a critical race theory re-education seminar without shouting obscenities at the presenters.
We used to call this self-control, didn’t we?
Bwa Ha Haaaa!
Bwa Ha Haaaa!
Heh. Well played, madam. These clowns have grown accustomed to their invidious pantomimes having no consequences, for them at least. That must change.
She seems nice.
Civilisation has its ups and downs. We are currently in one of the downs, and it may last a long time. I have just been been watching episode 6 of Kenneth Clark’s “Civilisation” (1969), broadcast before most of you were even thought of. This episode deals with the post-Reformation wars of religion, I think better thought of as outbreaks of madness reminiscent of today.
I was out of the UK when the programmes were broadcast, and decades later settled for the BBC book. The programmes are available on the Tube, but I was able to easily download the complete series from:
https://archive.org/details/kccapv
A long-delayed treat. In parting, I have two words for our US readers for when the time comes: volley fire.
She seems nice
Darleen, what is most depressing is that this harpy is in a Science department. Perhaps it is time to point youngsters away from University, even Tech, and towards what I believe you call in the US trade schools. Even when the God-Emperor crushes the election (fraud permitting) this stuff is not going away.
The 2020 Ig Nobel Prize for Materials Science. A worthy winner for showing that knives manufactured from frozen human feces do not work well.
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S2352409X19305371?via%3Dihub
The list of this year’s awards: https://www.improbable.com/ig-about/winners/#ig2020
Pattern detected.
The first response in that thread was fitting and cutting. With his two apparently white parents, very obviously white brother, and a skin tone shades lighter than that of many Italians I’ve known, the only blackness race hustler Sean King has claim to is the formless void of his soul.
She seems nice
Highly prestigious university she’s on admin leave from. Ranks 284/329 with a graduation rate for first-time, full-time undergraduate students who graduate within 6 years – 44%.
Sean King
Talcum X?
Talcum X?
Hueless P. Newton…
Yours for the low, low price of $17 !
https://twitter.com/SteveInmanUIC/status/1305370183846903808
I am a horrible person. I couldn’t stop laughing, and I kept hitting replay.
I’ll just check myself in for regrooving and a session with the Scoldomatic
I need regrooving too.
Pattern detected.
Another data point:
https://www.indystar.com/story/news/investigations/2020/09/18/indianapolis-activist-satchuel-cole-lied-being-black/3486542001/
“She’s a lady.”
There are four lights!
…and one penis, and two testicles.
. . .and RBG has is no longer with us in this realm. Requiescat in Pace
Another data point
Must be her given name that confused her.
If there is an afterlife, RBG can eat a bag of dicks for eternity. (Sadly, I don’t believe there is an afterlife. Hmm, given my past, I shouldn’t be sad that I don’t believe there is one.)
Assuming that there are people who loved her, they get what little sympathy that can be squeezed out of my non-existent soul.
She, on the other hand, underlined Chief Asshole Justice Robert’s proclamation that US Supreme Court Justices aren’t political to be the steaming pile of dogshit that it was.
If she gets the send-off that that verminous swine McCain got, I will have to reconsider my desire to not disrupt the sorrow of those who might have actually known her. (McCain got a send-off roughly equivalent to that of President Abraham Lincoln. That’s a spherical disgusting travesty; it’s a disgusting travesty no matter how you look at it.)
Frankly, I’m concerned by the lack of legroom.
Is the bucket for when you’re too late to get a VIP seat?
Is the bucket for when you’re too late to get a VIP seat?
Heh. Well, the photo does raise a number of questions. Say, regarding what appears to be a box of breakfast cereal.
the photo does raise a number of questions. Say, regarding what appears to be a box of breakfast cereal.
That’s the complimentary reading material, for while having a sit.
That’s the complimentary reading material,
The plop thickens.
What?
I’m not even sorry.
Assuming that there are people who loved her, they get what little sympathy that can be squeezed out of my non-existent soul.
Come on man, people are hurting…
people are hurting
Such sweet sorrow…
Come on man, people are hurting…
I can’t help thinking that performative hysteria is probably best avoided while in charge of a moving motor vehicle.
Great googly moogly, a newish (2018) way of making stuffing.
“Be aware, the garlic is hard to handle.
From Tovarisch Orwell & Goode, a video of the process.
a video of the process.
Not so good with raw chicken, I should think.
and the concept of coffee-coloured people woulld be anathema to them.
Real men drink coffee without cream, milk, or sugar. I’m not certain “coffee-colored” is correct in that context. :-p
Will they fit over normal toes?
Moses supposes his toeses are roses
Oh crap, I think I forget to turn off the italics!
[shuffles off to Scold-o-matic booth]