Friday Ephemera
Whatever you do, young warriors, don’t wake the dragon. || Giant anamorphic toilet. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Our betters say cheese. || Somewhat related. || This is one of these. || Rough neighbourhood. || Nude scenes. || How suitcases are born. || Forbidden love. || Modified wheelbarrow of note. || Rolling pin of note. || It’s a prize, nonetheless. || A project for the weekend. || Wildlife overpass, Interstate 80, Utah. || Prototype photocopier, 1803. “It was nearly impossible to make it work correctly.” || The record deal simulator. Hours of, er, fun. || Strange attractions. || The thrill of scaffolding. || Ancient artefact detected. || Fun while falling. || And finally, paranormal scenes of not-quite-levitation.
Strange attractions.
Magnets are so cool. While watching the walking battery on another Friday Ephemera, I came across this great electromagnet train. A project to do with the kids, grandkids, nieces, nephews.
That Utah overpass is just great
Icefields Parkway between Calgary and Jasper has a number of wildlife crossing overpasses.
A truly amazing area. Five stars, would go again. Don’t miss the bison burgers, they’re yummy.
The record deal simulator. Hours of, er, fun.
Been on it for 10 minutes and still haven’t made a profit…
Morning, all.
That Utah overpass is just great
Yes, the footage is rather surprising.
Been on it for 10 minutes and still haven’t made a profit
I was using the word fun quite loosely.
“Many artists sign record deals they don’t fully understand. “
But enough about rap ‘artists’…
Fred, I think you meant from Lake Louise to Jasper for the Icefields Parkway. The drive from Calgary to Lake Louise is via the Trans-Canada Highway.
The bison burgers are awesome. You have to have them medium rare. Done any more than that and they’re too dry, bison is a very lean meat.
And finally, paranormal scenes of not-quite-levitation.
Worst super-power ever.
Our betters say cheese.
And yet they’re winning. *Sigh*
The thrill of scaffolding.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
The hairiest part, I think, is at the end when the highest uprights start moving. Oh, and the bit where the chap looks like he may be thrown off balance by moving the long and heavy plank.
Needless to say, I’d thrive in that situation.
This is sane and rational and not-at-all infantile:
https://twitter.com/dr_krystal/status/1328830004923224065
This is sane and rational and not-at-all infantile
Dr Evans is a “bad feminist… living on Wirundjeri land,” and she gratuitously declares her pronouns. She is, we’re told, a “change-maker.” Albeit one with an unconvincing smile. I think we can reasonably assume she’s also an insufferable twat.
Utah overpass
I waited for the joker in a bigfoot costume; what a wasted opportunity.
This is sane and rational and not-at-all infantile
I recently saw something, I forget where, about the number of Instagram users who are publicly confessing, via Instagram, to their mental health issues, seemingly brought on by the use of Instagram. I suppose chronic exhibitionism can do that to a person. And it seems to me that this kind of narcissistic neurosis is not unlike being woke. The pretence is endless, and rather competitive, and must surely take a toll.
Rough neighbourhood
Reply of note in the comments.
Dr Evans is a “bad feminist …
Apparently so.
Since among her crayoned so-called “Gender Neutral Terms to Address” she includes:
“Lovelies”
“Meow-Meows”
“Kids”
“Kiddos”
Any successful white male, especially a straight one, daring to enter a room with “Good morning, lovelies” leave alone “Good morning, kiddos” would almost certainly find himself in a storm of Sir Tim Hunt or Dr Matt Taylor sized proportions.
“Inclusive” my aching ass.
Somewhat related.
So, we have Bruce Wayne, whose secret identity is that of The Batman.
We have Tony Stark, who had a secret identity for awhile, as Iron Man.
And we are informed of Philip Vincent Haskins-Delici, whose formerly secret identity is that of Isabel Rosa Araujo.
. . . . . . I think the first two are still managing to be far more likely and reasonable than that third one . . . .
my aching ass.
Band name.
What?
Band name.
Perhaps “Dr Evans”—also a band name, that—should be added to The record deal simulator. Hours of, er, fun as one of the features of Doing Media.
A Christmas tale.
Via Tim.
Gubmint work:
https://www.mprnews.org/story/2020/10/14/meet-the-minneapolis-violence-interrupters
Surely, this will fix everything.
Rolling pin of note: Scroll down and watch Tom Silva’s explanation of the function of the rivets holding the end of a metal tape measure. My engineer stepson likes to point out that virtually every part of everything manufactured is there for a specific purpose.
Right wing fascists try to ruin Thanksgiving again, what, New York ? Well, it is for your and our collective good comrade, now let’s see those papers, please.
A Christmas tale.
*warm feeling*
I think we can reasonably assume she’s also an insufferable twat.
Her hairstyle gives the illusion of a pointy head.
Surely, this will fix everything.
Oh it might. Just not in the way they think it will. Wait until a few of these “interrupters” get ventilated or dented with extreme prejudice. There’s a real world education about to be dispensed. A prelude to which appears to be already happening in the last paragraph or two of that article.
Actually, I’m not entirely opposed to the general idea so long as they can find enough “interrupters” willing to do and remain on the job. I sincerely wish them good luck with that. Of course depending on implementation there’s a sizable corruption potential there as well. Though perhaps not as large as one normally gets with a police force.
Rolling pin.
Available for under £10 on Amazon. That’s another Xmas present sorted.
Utah overpass
We’ve had a similar thing in central Florida for 20 years now. New widening of SR 46 will expand the concept further.
https://www.enr.com/articles/46746-wekiva-contractors-close-in-on-river-crossing
Not sure about any cameras out there however. Though construction is still going on. The sinkhole thing may get…interesting.
Rough neighbourhood.
I like that appellation “pavement ape”.
Worst super-power ever.
I think the takeaway lesson from Misfits is that no super-power is useless, even the ability to telekinetically control milk.
Rough neighbourhood
Reply of note in the comments.
From essjay: “If only he was a trained social worker.”
When your psychology is showing.
… but if that critique isn’t in the approved Leftwing narrative, you will be fired.
More.
“Nothing fuels me like pissing off white people”
Judging by the size of the bingo wings on one so young I think there’s sometime else, probably deep-fried, fuelling Tess.
Utah overpass
Way back when I still lived in NJ there was a group meet-up held by various members of a rather… eclectic internet community I was a part of. Anyways, at one point I found myself acting as chauffeur and guide to a couple of guys from the Deep South. As amusing as they found my found explanation of the funny-overpasses-with-trees-on-them to be, what really set them howling was when I had to tell them why the dead deer we passed by on the road were so often spray painted.
So…The sheep lying by the road in Scotland had spray paint splotches instead of brand marks.
Why were the NJ deer painted?
As far as the modified wheelbarrow goes, in the US we call them Georgia buggies, and they’re much more efficient.
Why were the NJ deer painted?
Because the government of NJ pays someone to spray paint dead deer.
Look, you’re a normal person, living in a normal state, with a normal population density. You see someone’s hit a deer and it’s dead on the side of road. What do you do? Nothing. You get on with your life because you aren’t that deer. The deer wasn’t even someone you knew. Not your deer not your problem. But NJ isn’t a normal state. A lot of deer get hit in highly populated areas. And even when they don’t get hit in highly populated areas, a lot of dead deer get spotted by people who are let’s say more than normal, because there’s a lot of fucking people for every square mile of NJ.
What do they do? They call a number and say, “Hey, dead deer by the road!” Someone on the other end asks them for a more detailed location. Some other guy is getting paid to come out later and spray paint all the dead deer that are called in. Deer gets spray painted, nobody calls it in anymore, see?
Then this other guy, probably somebody’s cousin, he gets paid to go out once a week or so and round up all the dead deer that are spray painted and put them in his truck. Everyone stops calling, everyone shuts the fuck up. It’s a beautiful system.
In some states, midwest ones where I heard it first, you can (or could) call whatever ruling fish & wildlife department, have them come out and issue you a tag, for a fee of course, then YOU could take the deer, or donate it to a homeless shelter or whatever. AIUI, the spray paint thing would thus only come in to play if the carcass had been there a while.
Note, this is not firsthand experience. Just what someone from there told me years ago.
Those photos of Portland arrestees: I have seen a few of these lately, and am becoming convinced that the goons have been the subject of some sort of process. I think they have been victims, likely willing, of a brainwashing procedure which has distorted their souls in a way which shows on the physiognomy.
If I saw anyone like that on the street I would never turn my back on him or her, and would actually prepare mentally to fight.
If I saw anyone like that on the street I would never turn my back on him or her,
Hush, you mustn’t say such things. These lofty beings are our moral upgrades, enwokened with social justice. Humanity 2.0.
“Scaffolding”
I have to ask – is that a little Dorset village?
brainwashing procedure which has distorted their souls in a way which shows on the physiognomy
I believe there’s a quote about universities instilling a kind of artificial Cluster B personality disorder that applies.
This:
Mellor was blasted by LGBT+ students for treating trans lives as ‘performance’
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7659881/Goldsmith-University-academic-asked-students-call-Mx-Tippy-Rampage.html
“Another Twitter account said: ‘Someone has been PRETENDING TO BE NON-BINARY. What a blow to the actual, real non-binary people.”
This use of the words “actual” and “real” is worthy of Inigo Montoya.
In college, I once took a temp job setting up stages for a local arts festival. Lucky me, I got to help install the scaffolding towers for the rigging on the main performance stage. I think they were six levels high, though it was a long time ago and my mind has worked very hard to block out the experience.
I had so much fun setting them up that I decided it would be better to miss my rent payment than to sign up for the teardown after the event.