Tidings
From the archives, one of my favourites. Alex Gorosh and Wylie Overstreet’s short film about the Moon – and what can sometimes happen when people stop to look at it. Seemed oddly appropriate. If you haven’t seen it before, enjoy.
As is the custom here, posting will be intermittent over the holidays and readers are advised to subscribe to the blog feed, which will alert you to anything new as and when it materialises. Thanks for another 1.5 million or so visits this year and thousands of comments, many of which prompted discussions that are much more interesting than the actual posts. Which is pretty much the idea. And particular thanks to all those who’ve made PayPal donations to keep this rickety barge above water. It’s much appreciated. Curious newcomers and those with nothing better to do are welcome to rummage through the reheated series in search of entertainment.
To you and yours, this year more than most, a very good one.
It’s why I refuse to have them in my house.
Also because they notoriously have rotten security, making them easy to hack.
YouTube are now pushing the ads to aggravating levels. And so, in order to tempt users to pay for their ‘premium’ service, they’re making their default service much worse than it was.
Which is why I use on Firefox the Easy YouTube Video Downloader Express plugin. I’ve had it for several years, and occasionally kick in money to support him. It puts a pleasing green Download button next to the Subscribe button.
Between that and my (Chinese-made) DVDFab, I’ve committed thousands of felonies over the years at a low price, guilt-free.
And to convert by YouTube video to an audio file, I use the Pazera Free Audio Extractor, which does a neat conversion. You may have to be careful when downloading it — it may offer to load some silly browser extension I cant remember — but it does a great job.
Oh wait, that’s what Google Nest and all “smart home” devices are really for….
We entertained my sis-in-law and her husband last night, and they mentioned talking on their smartphone about something, and immediately seeing ads for the product afterwards. Not creepy at all.
they mentioned talking on their smartphone about something, and immediately seeing ads for the product afterwards. Not creepy at all.
I would love to confine the entire management of Google, Facebook, Twitter, etc to an island for ten years where they will be constantly surveilled and their every word used as an excuse to punish and humiliate them.
last year’s B&E job which resulted in the total loss of the reserve Hump Fat supply
I never opened that jar that David
forced upongave me. Perhaps should put it under the tree over there…[ Glares across room. ]
Ruh roh …
That ping you just heard was but a small contribution to your wine fund and in furtherance of domestic bliss.
That ping you just heard was but a small contribution to your wine fund and in furtherance of domestic bliss.
Bless you, madam. May you know the joy of discovering that your fully-grown other half has inadvertently ordered socks that would suit, and just about fit, a five-year-old girl.
resulted in the total loss of the reserve Hump Fat supply
Fear not, dear patrons. We have an alternative.
A vigorous boiling should do it.
May you know the joy of discovering that your fully-grown other half has inadvertently ordered socks that would suit, and just about fit, a five-year-old girl.
I did that last month. Bought some socks in what I thought was size 7-11 for a relative. I didn’t realise the 7-11 was the age range Caught it before I gave them, thankfully, but that would have been awkward…
All Traditionally girl names.
I went to school with 2 Padmas, 3 Roots and 4 Lettys.
Because the world should revolve around them.
Easier to over them than around them.
Congolese “activists” attempt to steal Indonesian artifact from French museum, claiming it is “plundered” African art.
I guess those primitive artifacts all look the same to “activists” who don’t actually know their own culture (much less anyone else’s) but are obsessed with grievance and resentment. And it also seems that these “activists” cannot read the plaques and labels in the museums they attempt to loot.
Also: How often does “looted” mean “purchased for very little because that’s all the sellers asked for back then.”
It does sound a little, um, embellished. Romanticised and contrived.
There’s certainly some embellishment but having been part of these kinds of things at various points I found the description entirely plausible. Here’s why.
The clue is at the very beginning, where the teacher says “after all the curriculum material has been completed…”
The boys know there’s absolutely nothing at stake. They have nothing to lose. They don’t care about the teacher’s opinion of them, they don’t care much whether the girls win or they do. As a result, they’re going to fall into typical insecure-adolescent-boys-jockeying-for-position-in-the-hierarchy behaviour.
The girls, on the other hand, are playing for very real stakes (to them): the approval of the male teacher. There’s a ton of research that shows that all-female teams are just as productive as all-male teams if they’re led by a male supervisor.
Run the experiment again, but with a few variations:
* Offer $50 to each member of the winning team
* Have the experiment run by a female teacher
I expect you’ll see different results.
A vigorous boiling should do it.
I see that David finally noticed and fixed his html error. I liked the original, missing, photo better. [makes note to always eat before heading over to David’s establishment.]
[makes note to always eat before heading over to David’s establishment.]
You might want to re-think that, we are not talking low-brow non-inverted recta, but inverted rectums, as served in the finest multi-star Michelin restaurants. Pairs nicely with vintage Bovril.
we are not talking low-brow non-inverted recta
and they’re boneless…it takes a lot of work to de-bone an inverted rectum. In fact, it’s damn near impossible to invert one unless it has been deboned.
I never realized one could get PTSD from a blog.
I never realized one could get PTSD from a blog.
PTSD ? Pig’s Turned Stoma Delicacies ? I’ve not seen an order form here, but I know if you order them from Amazon David gets a kickback.
Run the experiment again, but with a few variations:
* Offer $50 to each member of the winning team
* Have the experiment run by a female teacher
I expect you’ll see different results.
Heh. Do help yourself to pork rectums.
and if we are to conclude from the good teacher’s tale that men and women are different, who knows where we might end up?
I think the unspoken rules are that you’re allowed to acknowledge aggregate sex differences provided the differences, or alleged differences, depict males in a poor light. You can declare these quite emphatically and even with a hint of glee. But statistical differences in behaviour and psychology that might conceivable reflect badly on women simply do not exist, apparently.
Pinged. I’m not sure I should thank you for introducing me to the time-sink of Hades Star, but have a happy Christmas anyway. My every-day favourite blog.
Pinged.
Bless you, sir. May your stash of carrier bags, stored for theoretical re-use at some point in the future, be orderly and easily accessible. Instead of, well, you know.
I’m not sure I should thank you for introducing me to the time-sink of Hades Star, but have a happy Christmas anyway.
Wait ‘til you encounter the Cerberus bombers on level 7.
My every-day favourite blog.
Discernment, I like that.
Ben wants you to know how woke he is.
I never realized one could get PTSD from a blog.
Another quote for the brochure.
I’m so old I remember when they just showed cartoons to kids.
Do help yourself to pork rectums.
To match the character of this fine establishment I suggest labeling as “Boulette de porc désossée inversée” as found in the finest of restaurants, perhaps served with a side of Huîtres des Montagnes Rocheuses.
Do help yourself to pork rectums.
I prefer my pork recta uninverted, thanks.
I find it mildly amusing that I keep track of how badly the Canadian dollar is doing by seeing how few pounds sterling you’ll get each time I throw a twenty your way. Ping, and Merry Christmas.
How to tell you have no real problems: time to cancel the Tiki bars.
a) She has been holed up on an island with a Japanese soldier who doesn’t realize the war is over;
b) Is unfamiliar with China;
c) All of the above.
Do read on, however, and you can meet Kevin Uffre who evidently focuses on wine and spirits education for people of color.
Yep, first thing I crave when I curl up with a bottle of Night Train Express.
Ping, and Merry Christmas.
Bless you, sir. When sharing an amusing festive GIF with family members via WhatsApp, may you never discover, belatedly, that said file is fucking enormous and takes forever to send.
I prefer my pork recta uninverted, thanks.
There’s a band name in there somewhere.
[ Assorted grunts and thudding noises from behind bar. ]
I hope everyone likes… pâté.
Mikaele Andrew Baker, 23, is a trans nonbinary furry
My education is happily lacking because I have no idea what “non-binary” in wokeish actually means. I, therefore, simply assume that it means “monotonous”.
BTW isn’t there a contradiction in terms in describing someone as “trans non-binary”? By definition trans is explicitly binary – both male and quasi-female (and vice versa) at the same time – and so cannot also be monotonous. To mangle Mr Burns,
“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as complete fucking idiots”
Happy Yule to all clear-thinking binaries.
I prefer my pork recta uninverted, thanks.
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You do all eat the skin on your sausages?
David will lead the henchlesbians this evening in a special performance of A Festival of Nine Lesions and Carols.
You do all eat the skin on your sausages?
Yes, but that is just the submucosa, the clean middle layer of collagen. The nasty bits – the outer muscular and inner mucosal layers and the rest of the shit – are discarded or sold to sketchy restaurants or Big Shelia.
She seems nice.
You do all eat the skin on your sausages?
Yes, but that is just the submucosa, the clean middle layer of collagen.
Now in regards to the smegma…I think I missed that part or does that get added in later? Also, how do you know when it has been properly aged?
You do all eat the skin on your sausages?
You can make an argument around ethics that if you kill something in order to eat it, then you should maximize the use of the body of the thing you killed so that you won’t have to kill something else any earlier than you had to.
In the old days, of course, that would be phrased as “Damn, how many pigs do you have that you can afford to throw away so much of that one?”.
Yes, I’ve killed things in order to eat parts of them. I’ve been most wasteful with frogs (whose legs I have consumed while letting the rest go to waste). Slightly less wasteful with snapping turtles, but I did not attempt to use their shell or intestines for anything at all.
As a child, any bird killed with a BB/pellet gun was given to our cat. For some unrelated reason, our cats always liked me. Even then, the cats wouldn’t eat any of the feathers.
For what it is worth, I grew up in the American South East. Anything that moved slower than I did was considered to be a potential food supply. (I grew up around neither human babies nor cannibals, so I can’t think of a time where I would put babies on the menu. I’ll mention that I cannot give blood due to the threat of prions which I may have due to eating British beef whilst being a US soldier serving in the Bundesrepublik Deutschland back in the early 1980s. The linkage of those two sentences are left to the reader, which assumes that you look up the word ‘prion’.)
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Yo ho ho.
No, wait. Ho ho ho.
Christmas, not pirates.
Jen wants you to know how woke she is.
Pronouns, obviously.
Jen wants you to know how woke she is.
There is an app for that.
Related, “scientist” (no, not Fauci) has important zoological news.
Pronouns, obviously.
That is the more comical part of the bio.
Thoughts=mine.
Yes, that attention-seeking, status-seeking, joy-thieving psychology – the kind we’ve seen hundreds of times among her peers, all making eerily similar noises, as if reading from lecture notes – is all her own work.
Jen has more Deep Thoughts™.
The linkage of those two sentences are left to the reader, which assumes that you look up the word ‘prion’.)
Late ’90s, same reason – mustn’t go to the local Fleischerei and get fresh, but get that fine, fine, nitrogen packed frozen meat from the commissary…
She seems nice.
Progressive: Who radicalized you??
Conservative: You did.
Jen wants you to know how woke she is.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.
Related, “scientist” (no, not Fauci) has important zoological news.
From the comments: “Neil, go to bed.”
Also dreaming of a white Christmas
Also dreaming of a white Christmas
Only one response to that….