Friday Ephemera
Contraband detected. || Before and after. || Face time. || Assorted shipping forecasts and other radio jottings. (h/t, Things) || Lifestyle choice. || I don’t think that’s real lava. || When you have one of these at the end of the hall. || The thrill of 1970s carpeting. || The thrill of dryer lint. || Assorted Swiss chalets. || At last, a mushroom claw machine. || Headphones suggested for The Lure of the Hole. || The Manual Library, from tractors and firearms to Roland synthesizers. (h/t, Things) || Failure is not forgiven. || Forbidden love, 1 and 2. || Good deed. || In San Diego schools. || Scenes from Mother Russia. || Vintage Las Vegas. || Today’s word is parenting. || And finally, groovers, it’s time to pump up the jam.
I don’t think that’s real lava.
Cute.
The thrill of 1970s carpeting.
The daily woman’s visit is a sort of rake’s progress, . . .
|| Good deed. || In San Diego schools. || Scenes from Mother Russia. || Vintage Las Vegas. || Today’s word is parenting. || And finally, groovers, it’s time to pump up the jam.
Cute.
Scenes from Mother Russia.
Un . . . clearly bearable.
Vintage Las Vegas.
Vintage Las Vegas.
I don’t think that’s real lava.
Alternate ending: Rover appears.
The thrill of 1970s carpeting.
Good Lord, that’s ugly. And not just the carpeting.
After Pumping Up The Jam I have now disappeared down a Damien Robitaille worm hole.
Similar thing happened when I was introduced to Postmodern Jukebox through these here pages a few years ago.
Vintage Vegas
My parents, 1961
This is what a Swiss Chalet looks like in Canada:
Rotisserie chicken. Very popular with the blue-rinse set.
David, is that your hamster?!?!
My parents, 1961
Wow, what a photo
Oozes optimism
I hope one of those cars is theirs
Florida Man . . . . .
I hope one of those cars is theirs
Actually, that little bit of gold/bronze with oval tail-light in the front right of the pic is their car. 1961 Pontiac Ventura. Nine years later I would take my driver’s test in that car. Sweet ride.
San Diego – Anti-white ‘training’: “The training begins with a “land acknowledgement,” in which the teachers are asked to accept that they are colonizers living on stolen Native American land.”
And we in Australia have to put up with ‘Welcome to Country’ ceremonies at major events and meetings or Acknowledgements of the previous owners/inhabitants of the Land. The ‘traditional’ Welcome to Country ceremonies are reported to have been started by an aboriginal actor called Ernie Dingo in 1976. It has become, I am told, a good ‘earner’ or racket for groups of aboriginals who perhaps are missing out on the millions of dollars of welfare paid to the aboriginal industry each year.
As for teaching students in Californian schools the 3 Rs, well that would not be good as said students might actually learn to think for themselves.
“The thrill of 1970s carpeting.”
Was it once owned by Prince?
Forbidden love
I think I know what the little girl wants for Christmas.
the teachers are asked to accept that they are colonizers living on stolen Native American land
The best response to this is to ask the facilitator when they’re planning on giving the land back.
it’s time to pump up the jam.
It’s time to kick out the JAMS.
The Manual Library, from tractors and firearms to Roland synthesizers.
Serious rabbit hole…
Morning, all.
[ Gargles coffee. ]
The future of cinema-going may look uncertain, but I see Marvel’s been busy with its TV projects…
Oh, Guardian, never change.
I have to say, that was louder than expected.
I don’t think that’s real lava.
Does my hoping that the hamster ended up back in the cell where it started make me a bad person?
Does my hoping that the hamster ended up back in the cell where it started make me a bad person?
I’m not entirely sure the hamster would much care. Ours has never shown any great gift for planning. Of an evening, he follows me into the bathroom, sniffs around a bit, sits on my foot while I brush my teeth, then climbs into my hand to return to his rather palatial accommodation. As long as there’s the promise of treats and a feeling of safety – apparently, my foot counts – he seems quite content.
Is he housebroken? And is that him in the fancy obstacle course?
Try not to wince
Try not to wince
“We also have iron throat, iron head, iron chest, and iron back as well,”
And for the true masters, Iron Shirt.
And is that him in the fancy obstacle course?
No, our current specimen is a well-padded Syrian. One of his predecessors did seem to enjoy an obstacle course we made on the sofa. It was less ambitious, but fairly entertaining.
Is he housebroken?
Happily, he confines his toilet activities to his commodious accommodation.
“Yes, officer, that’s my emotional support bear. Is there a problem?”
try not to wince
Am I a bad person for laughing at the name Wang, in context of course?
Off to the gym now. Friday is Crotch Training day!
It’s time to kick out the JAMS.
Oh sure, that is just more cultural appropriation.
Manual Library
Should be Library of Manuals! I was expecting something else entirely
I’ll be darned. I didn’t know hamsters could be housebroken. I’ve been told they’re grumpy. Is there a way to keep them from biting? (Question assumes you don’t do stupid things like startling the critter awake or eating strongly scented goodies and then sticking your fingers near his face.)
I didn’t know hamsters could be housebroken.
Some are more exacting than others. I don’t think there’s much you can do to influence them, beyond providing amenities. They’ll either oblige or they won’t. There are differences in temperament, but they don’t appear to have enormously complicated interior lives.
I’ve been told they’re grumpy. Is there a way to keep them from biting?
Never had much of an issue with grumpiness or biting. Once they get used to you – largely through smell and feeding – they generally behave. It just takes patience, which small children rarely have. Hence the biting, I assume. After a few weeks, you should achieve the status of Giant Smelly Thing That Brings Treats And Won’t Eat Me.
Hunt down the Freehamster!
I achieved that status with Sonkitten in a couple of hours!
(Yes, babies really do pay attention to the individual smell of each person they know!)
The Lure of the Hole
Not what I was expecting.
To contribute a tad…stumbling about based on something I read on that 1970s house link…another 1970s house, England, Man U, and (most importantly for me) Ft. Lauderdale Strikers star and general rapscallion Georgie Best’s home…designed by (not that) Frazer Crane…
https://www.houseandgarden.co.uk/gallery/george-best-house
A bit suspicious of the dryer lint thing. How could that not have stopped the dryer from functioning one way or the other before that.
I reckon the decreasing efficiency was gradual enough that they didn’t think to call in a professional until it was really bad.
Today’s word is parenting.
At the risk of repeating myself: they say ‘it takes a village to raise a child,’ but they won’t ever let villagers like me smack their kid when it’s misbehaving.
Georgie Best’s home.
Dear Lord, the bathroom…
Ft. Lauderdale Strikers star and general rapscallion Georgie Best
We have Alan Willey — that’s gotta count for something, right?
Something, perhaps. But consider GB’s in season training regimen…
Also…Bah…Northern Ireland, not England…and I KNEW that…
The thrill of 1970s carpeting.
Georgie Best’s home.
Dear Lord, the bathroom…
The 1970s really wasn’t one of the more tasteful decades in history, was it?
This: https://twitter.com/catshouldnt/status/1335597009021988865
is one of these: https://twitter.com/catshouldnt/
I don’t think that’s real lava.
I’m not liking this reboot of “Portal.”
“Hi, Mom? I just want to let you know that I’m sorry I called you a Nazi at Passover.”
I didn’t know hamsters could be housebroken.
They can’t, but like all burrowing rodents and lagomorphs they’ll choose a specific place in their burrow to defecate and only poop elsewhere if they can’t reach it. Like, say, if you forget and leave them in the hamster ball for three hours.