Friday Ephemera
For parents-to-be. || Empath. || Oh, brave new world that has such widgets in it. || The young in love. Or in heat, at least. || The thrill of wood steaming. || Fiddlesome games. || Difference noted. || Just like normal people. || Shopping mall scenes. || Unattractive sofa. || SR-72 rumours. “Anywhere on the planet, in an hour, or less.” || Spanish village of note. || Sperm whales 360. || Sticky situation. || Questions exchanged. || An aesthetic statement. || For devotees of the Clown Quarter and its wonders, this is one of these. || Critters. (h/t, Noah Carl) || Scenes of hardcore waitressing. || Only hiring the best, I see. || Error detected. || And finally, somewhat alarmingly, the humanoid equivalent of the Venus flytrap.
“…female police officers…fail to inhibit the departure of a single male suspect.”
I’m reminded of a time about 20 years ago when, while browsing in HMV (how quaint that now sounds), I became aware of suspicious behaviour by a ‘customer’. Staff had obviously rumbled him and called for the cavalry, which arrived in the form of a constable of gender and avoirdupois. On twigging that his dastardly deeds had been noticed, the rum cove made a dash for it – and would have got away had not a hitherto-unnoticed member of staff sped after him and accidentally-on-purpose tripped him up. By the time the excitement was over WPC Leviathan had scarcely managed to turn herself round and begin wobbling towards the door. A complete waste of (a sizeable amount of) space. The hero of the hour? A tiny African man, noticeably shorter than my mother (who was 4’10”). If the police recruited more pygmies and fewer womxn they would be more effective.
The hero of the hour? A tiny African man
That evil testosterone that feminists hate so much.
But now others are keeping books too?
I used to live 10 miles away from Pickerington, Ohio. Back then it was bucolic. The last time I was there, about 10 years ago, it was a typical wealthy suburb (of Columbus, Ohio, in this case). The picture appears to be from the bucolic era.
There is never a meteor around when you need one.
From the article:
The artist’s comments about art speculation are on point, especially since art sales are a very common money laundering technique.
We need more parents like this
From the article:
So race grifting is fine as long as it’s our tribe that benefits. As is usually the case, these parents had no problems with the school’s trendy, fad-driven pedagogy until their ox was being gored.
Bolsheviks to the left. Geordies to the right.
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Modern Martin Baker seats have two charges that fire in sequence to spread the force across time slightly.
“Gingers near the loo”.
A reminder that with my advancing age the post-Covid selection of aircraft seats will be just that bit more important.
Modern Martin Baker seats have two charges that fire in sequence to spread the force across time slightly.
Thanks!