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.
This just in. Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
This just in.
Next step, we’ve got this cool yellow badge for you to wear and a nice unique number to draw on your arm. No really, all the cool kids have them.
This just in.
First pronouns, now race? Really? What if I’m “white” but I identify as Black? Or are we only allowed to identify as a different gender or species – race is sacred and immutable? I can’t keep up with the idiocy.
I got crabs at Heathrow once.
I got crabs at Heathrow once.
[ Rings tiny silver bell. Henchlesbians loom. ]
[ Rings tiny silver bell. Henchlesbians loom. ]
It’s the little things like the tiny silver bell that make David’s place so special. Elegant and refined.
Elegant and refined.
[ A brief, futile struggle ensues. Sounds of muffled whumping. ]
“ Hi, Mom? I just want to let you know that I’m sorry I called you a Nazi at Passover.”
One of the weird things about the Woke is they’ll see the humour and accuracy in that skit all right – they’re very well connected and media-savvy – but they’ll go on being that way anyway. They know it’s absurd but there’s too much social pressure to conform.
They know it’s absurd but there’s too much social pressure to conform.
Would you recommend electroshock therapy?
God no, not the Henchlesbians! Anything but the Henchlesbians!
What’s a Henchlesbian? Am I behind on my pornspeak?
they know it’s absurd but there’s too much social pressure to conform
Meh, you give them too much credit, they are just miserable twats. Evidence: How to have an eco friendly Christmas dinner. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-9043881/Eco-friendly-Christmas-Cook-turkey-sous-vide-microwave-veg-forgo-beef-Wellington.html
They can sod off, miserable Scrooge’s. I’m cooking the turkey in Webber, I will also turn oven on for veggies, and 4 burner gas bbq for ham. There will be seconds for all and a long break before several helpings of pudding. They think they are living high on the hog if they get hummus with their veggie sticks.
The thrill of 1970s carpeting.
Georgie Best’s home.
Dear Lord, the bathroom…
As the article notes right from the beginning, . . . December / January 1971 issue of House & Garden, we featured the modernist home . . .
Not everyone does, oh, Edwardian.
The 1970s really wasn’t one of the more tasteful decades in history, was it?
Ah, do remember that the next decade was the Nineteen Empties, the decade that vehemently and utterly rejected all traces of elegance, taste, and style . . . .
This: https://twitter.com/catshouldnt/status/1335597009021988865
is one of these: “>https://twitter.com/catshouldnt/
Placement, placement, placement.
What’s a Henchlesbian?
Staff. Or so.
A new book on Mozart.
“Oh, Guardian, never change.”
I like the “This article is more than 1 year old” warnings, as if words have a use-by date.
Mind you, at the Guardian, that might not be so far off the mark. We should run a sweepstake on when its first “strange new respect” article on Trump will run.
“Georgie Best’s home”
It looks like the brochure for a Soviet hotel. “Enjoy excellent western-style facilities, such as billiard table, television (8pm-10pm), and unparalleled view of Tractor Factory ‘Maxim Gorsky’ No. 37”.
“Ah, do remember that the next decade was the Nineteen Empties”
My father recalled the 1930s being called “the decade that taste forgot” in the ’40s. Every era gets the treatment at some point.
That said, the ’70s actually deserved it.
“The 10:27 to Mars, stopping at Asteroid Belt East, Phobos, and Deimos, has been cancelled due to reliable nuclear fusion power not existing yet.”
England star? George Best? Might I respectfully suggest you don’t say that in Belfast…
Not especially devout, but this somehow seems apposite to whatever this is.
England star? George Best? Might I respectfully suggest you don’t say that in Belfast…
Yes. I corrected that. I once even had a very long conversation with a quite Jameson infused Irish gentleman in a pub somewhere in south Ireland regarding GB whom he claimed to have known slightly…or something. I think I keep falling back to thinking he was English because of how he was described amongst us kids back in the 70’s. That first/early information is often hard to shake.
What’s a Henchlesbian?
On that topic, a conundrum.
Ellen Page, allegedly an actress, has declared herself a man, so according to this if I find her attractive I am either gay, or not straight.
If a henchlesbian found her attractive, but because she is now a self proclaimed guy, would that make the henchlesbian straight, or just bi ? In either event would she be fired, or have job protection from The International Federation Of Henchpersons, Lackeys, and Varlets ?
When you’re filling in an M&S customer satisfaction survey.
Which gender do you most associate with?”
Did M&S mean “associate with” or “associate with yourself”? Surveys often asked my sex but never the sex of those I most associate with.
“UK gardening culture has racism baked into its DNA,” apparently.
We’ve been here before, of course.
Absolutely U.K. gardening culture has racism baked into its DNA.
It’s so integral that when you point out it’s existence, people assume you are against gardening, not racism.
Epitomised, for example, by the fetishisation (and wild misuse) of words like ‘heritage’ and ‘native’.
So, it was an act of anti-racism whenever Europeans colonized a part of Asia, Africa, or the Americas. Three cheers for Columbus and the East India Company! What?
“UK gardening culture has racism baked into its DNA,” apparently.
James Wong has clearly broken with protocol. Asian male is below Black male and therefore cannot call a Black male racist. If a woke-ster like Wong can’t keep up this stuff, what are the rest of us supposed to do?
If a woke-ster like Wong can’t keep up this stuff, what are the rest of us supposed to do?
Note that Mr Wong uses the same tactic as Dr Pitcher, linked above. When someone publicly notes his pretension, he promptly denounces them as racist, based on… well, nothing whatsoever. Being called a racist, or the threat of being called a racist, is presumably enough to inhibit sanity, and realism, in his circle at least.
he promptly denounces them as racist
Then he runs and hides (blocks them). Stunning and brave!
Silent Monks sing the Hallelujah chorus – Handel, not that Leonard Cohen dog’s breakfast. The monks are pretty good, but are a bit flat.
The monks are pretty good, but are a bit flat.
I thought I recognized Hal, first monk, back row.
The monks are pretty good, but are a bit flat.
I thought I recognized Hal, first monk, back row.
Well, yes, I’m male, definitely flat, so with the Scottish DNA, the endowment is lower down . . .
Meanwhile, time for an art break, this time at the Vatican, as Pope Frank treats us to a Nativity Scene that can inspire “…hope, harmony, and peace…”, or failing that, the Ancient Aliens dude.
Seasons Greetings . . . .
…inspire “…hope, harmony, and peace…”
I think even Zdzislaw Beksinski came closer to that mark.
Handel, not that Leonard Cohen dog’s breakfast
There’s a wisecrack in everything . . .
Say what you will, but I could listen to Kathy Clugston and the female presenters of the Shipping Forecast all day.
They make me feel all “imperial,” if you know what I mean.
Since the Pope no longer seems to be Catholic, or for that matter sane, I’m expecting a sleuth of bears to come by and take a dump on my front lawn.
I’m expecting a sleuth of bears to come by and take a dump on my front lawn.
I didn’t know that a group of bears was a sleuth.
I’ve always thought a group of bears was an Anjou.