Friday Ephemera
It didn’t go as planned and was a tad embarrassing. || Bee rears. || A brief history of peanut butter. || Goldfish playing football. || Formal wear, I guess. || Indoor weather detected. || When the delightful scenery attacks you. || And who here wouldn’t? (h/t, Julia) || “We hope you are as excited as we are.” || Today’s words are “angry cock energy.” || Assorted background noises. (h/t, Things) || Upmarket scented bubbles. || At last, a Rubik’s Cube movie. || Modernity is a hell of a thing. || The thrill of car park security footage. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || The joys of public transport, part 276. || Tokyo’s museum of parasites. || A brief history of the violin bow. || Noisy birds. || And finally, activate black polo-neck.
“Formal wear, I guess.”
So… I’m guessing that’s a bird which pretends it’s a flower to catch flies? Evolution is weird.
“And who here wouldn’t?”
“Nyeeeeeeow! Nyyyeeeeeeoooww!”
“Assorted background noises.”
Offline alternative.
A brief history of peanut butter
Smithsonian: …but peanut butter reappeared in the modern world because of an American, the doctor, nutritionist and cereal pioneer John Harvey Kellogg, who filed a patent for a proto-peanut butter in 1895.
Wikipedia: Marcellus Gilmore Edson of Montreal, Quebec, Canada, obtained a patent for a method of producing peanut butter from roasted peanuts using heated surfaces in 1884. (But supposedly this was more of a “paste”)
I’m guessing that’s a bird which pretends it’s a flower to catch flies?
I prefer to think he’s just been given command of his own century.
It didn’t go as planned and was a tad embarrassing.
Toyota Yaris not the best getaway car.
Morning, all.
Ambition. Via Damian.
Toyota Yaris not the best getaway car.
Apparently not.
But remember, according to our betters, we’re supposed to deride the person being robbed, and to sneer at whatever possessions are being stolen, while gushing with pretentious sympathy for the thief.
I prefer to think he’s just been given command of his own century.
Can’t recall seeing birds on the planet Gallifrey, but if they have them, they almost certainly look like that.
angry cock energy
Band name.
It didn’t go as planned…
Yup, that’s a very graphic demonstration of the engineering problems which arise with front wheel drive.
Some people prefer FWD: “The horse should pull the cart, not push it”.
Me: “Maybe, but have you seen the way a horse & cart goes around corners?”
And in toilet-related news.
angry cock energy
Maybe related — https://nypost.com/2021/01/06/denmark-airs-kids-cartoon-about-man-with-super-long-penis/
The name’s Willyman, John Willyman.
And in toilet-related news.
“analprint scanners”
“analprint scanners”
I’m sure they’ll soon be on all the new phones. For banking apps and suchlike.
[ Scene: a busy high-street sandwich shop. ]
“That’ll be £4.40, please.”
“Yes, of course. Just a sec…”
[ Starts undoing trousers. ]
You’re the one responsible for sending me down the rabbit hole of Luna Lee and her gayageum and now you turn around and find another Korean doing the same sort of thing on a different instrument… I have only so many hours to waste, damn you!
You’re the one responsible for sending me down the rabbit hole of Luna Lee and her gayageum
No refunds. Credit note only.
Can’t recall seeing birds on the planet Gallifrey
Not that kind of century.
Not that kind of century.
I learn so much from our little chats.
Goldfish playing football.
You can’t fool me – that’s not football, it’s soccer.
brief history of the violin bow
No mention of Eddie Phillips of The Creation or Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin playing the electric guitar with one? Good thing it’s not billed as a *complete* history, I suppose.
Upmarket scented bubbles
The most evocative one is missing – the smell of earth after rain.
“People say to me all the time, ‘When did you know that you had fully become an American?’” Ana Navarro, a Nicaraguan-born political commentator, told NPR in 2017. “And I say, ‘The day I realized I loved peanut butter.’”
Huh. I always thought it was the moment she internalized the systemic racism underlying the system. You know, the sort of racism that would keep a talentless immigrant latincks from achieving any sort of success.
Mark Hersey, a historian at Mississippi State University, says Carver’s most prescient innovation was a truly holistic approach to farming. “Well before there was an environmental justice movement, black environmental thinkers connected land exploitation and racial exploitation,” says Hersey.
George Washington Carver dedicated his life to helping black farmers exploit their land more efficiently. Does that make Carver a hero or a villain? I need to track down this historian for some clarification.
the smell of earth after rain.
You want evocative? Try the smell of the city bus the morning after St. Patrick’s, when everybody overindulged on beer and corned beef and cabbage. Talk about a shared experience that really brings people together…
Oik,
Fwd has its issues, but in Snow country there’s no substitute for honest 4wd.
Even AWD is a poor deal. I once high-centered my all-wheel-drive onto packed snow, and it took me half an hour to dig enough out to get traction on all 4 corners. It’s great in the rain and on light snow, but that’s all.
Spork,
Ever see Laurie Anderson playing “violin” with audiotape in place of the bow hair?
And in toilet-related news.
“analprint scanners”
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be…
I’ve been to the Parasite Museum. It’s small but fascinating. My wife and I gave the director a copy of our parasite-themed card game (Parasites Unleashed), and I bought a T-shirt. Great place.
museum of parasites
Found in every university: the rows of offices in the departments of English, Sociology, Grievance Studies, etc.
Analprint Scanners – band name, a particulary nasty death metal band.
Museum Of Parasites – album title, from a less nasty death metal band.
@Fred: I had not. That’s a wonderful concept which needs (much as the whole “vanta black” thing) to be developed much further than one artistic project can take it.
Analprint Scanners – band name, a particulary nasty death metal band.
Especially when this is the first thing you think of when you hear “Scanners.”
‘Do you have a minute to talk about our Lord and saviour, the bunyip..?’
http://twitter.com/crk5/status/1347367527752499203
a less nasty death metal band.
From the jollier, more whimsical end of the death-metal spectrum.
our parasite-themed card game
I own a non-trivial amount of your RPG work, sir. Well met.
I learn so much from our little chats.
I suppose it’s not inconceivable that, having been given responsibility for 100BCE – 0CE, our Gallifravian friend made some pointed suggestions to Gaius Marius leading to his magnificent crest being seen as exactly the kind of thing a Roman centurion ought to wear to strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.
Look, you write your fanfic and I’ll write mine, is all I’m saying.
our Lord and saviour, the bunyip..?
Wouldn’t that be our Lord and Devourer?
“The name’s Willyman, John Willyman.”
Truly, the world is evolving beyond satire. Mind you, it is run by the Modern Parents, Student Grant, and Millie Tant these days (possibly also Terry Fuckwitt), so I suppose it’s to be expected.
Anyhoo, on a more edifying note, how the Tube lines got their names. I don’t know… I’ve never been to London, but I find this stuff fascinating.
Serious contender for worst movie trailer ever made.
Serious contender for worst movie trailer ever made.
Oh dear. I’ve a vague impression of having seen at least some of the film itself, decades ago, though I can’t recall much about it.
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
Also, this.
I’ve a vague impression of having seen at least some of the film
I’ve seen other Robert Altman films, but never that one.
MASH is absolutely awful, that much I recall.
I quite enjoyed both the The Player and Short Cuts as a student in the 90s, but suspect I would be much less impressed seeing either of them again now.
I’ll just leave this here, I think … Also, this.
For some reason, I was reminded of all those detective dramas where the LAPD or the FBI or whoever finally break down the door of the crime boss’s secret warehouse only to arrive too late and discover it completely empty, just a shell, with the real operation going on elsewhere.
Can’t think why.
(This is the last one I promise!)
An unusually ebullient Paul Mason.
(This is the last one I promise!)
Don’t hold back on my account. It’s why this place is here, and it takes the pressure to entertain off me.
”The name’s Willyman, John Willyman.”
Ran into a chap who said his name was Smithy-Mann today and I was momentarily not sure if he was taking the piss.
“MASH is absolutely awful, that much I recall.”
I can’t remember who it was, but I listened to a podcast recently where it came up, and the general feeling was that the TV show, at least in its early years before it became the Alan Alda Self Indulgence Hour, was infinitely superior, and closer in spirit to the original books. Which, from what I know of them, I can readily believe.
Heh.
WTH?
Also heh.
This:
https://mobile.twitter.com/chadfelixg/status/1347912743605698560
Serious contender . . .
Great film, lousy trailer. The voiceover seems to be nervously priming audiences for nonstop zany huh-huh-hilarity. It’s not that kind of movie.
I’m trying to imagine, though, what it would be like to see it for the first time now, forty-five years on — and I can’t, quite. Not only for the usual reasons of changed mores, forgotten tacit assumptions, and so on. Nashville, like almost every great movie, is unabashedly a show; going to it, with a date or friends, among semi-strangers and total strangers, watching together: this is essential.
But our way of seeing movies has been becoming perversely solitary for a decade or more; and since last year the solitary way has force of “law” (actually, lawless regulation, with threats and menaces).
Losing the experience of moviegoing is a disaster: if we don’t restore it soon it will be a cultural destruction comparable to the Puritan closing of the theatres in 1642 — a historical event the likes of which I never wished or expected have first-hand knowledge of.