Friday Ephemera
An impressive stash. || Hardcore pecking. || The endless acid banger. || She’ll be late for work. || Air worm. || You want one and you know it. || “He ran his experiment by putting a non-toxic lipstick on his cats’ anuses.” || Just like normal people. || Shoelace knot innovation. (h/t, Things) || Always respect the media. || Repent at leisure. || A brief guide to black holes. || Glass barn for sale, $1,700,000. (h/t, Things) || Attempted super-casual door-closing of note. || The sound of fun being had. || A vision of things to come. || Incoming, not outgoing. || “Cat trapped in sofa” and other rescue dramas. || “I wanted to be in a car accident.” || I’ll just leave this here. || And finally, tastily, “I just figured the skin is thick.”
Anon a mouse: Woops — missed the John Wayne reference, sliding into Custer, who also used Garryowen. As did Cardigan’s 7th, I believe.
Your glorious future life in the tech industry:
Bah. Materialist boomers. You discount the status you get from being able to show off your tech talk around your peers 24/7.
ONT WTF
“You were doing 90 in a 30! Why??”
“Cause I’m in the hood.”
“That’s a good answer. You got any guns in the car?”
“No, I ain’t got no guns in the car.”
“You don’t leave. I’ll be right back and grab you one.”
“Now that’s how you serve and protect the community.”
I am still wondering where the can (down the hall?) and kitchen (aka microwave, dorm fridge, and hotplate) are.
10-to-1 they are shared facilities. Sort of like boarding houses of the late 19th Century but less homey and luxurious. Bladerunner here we come!
That’s okay you can’t be expected to remember every band from the Great White North.
I used to be familiar with that band. Am getting very forgetful. Where’s that box of tissues, David?
Guess Who and BTO.
That reminds me of BTO’s album Not Fragile, whose title was a direct response to Yes’s album Fragile.
You discount the status you get from being able to show off your tech talk around your peers 24/7
Sounds like a Mensa event. 🙁
pst314: It’s the updated version of the Red Dog Saloon, where the guy at the door as you entered wanted to know if you were carrying a belt knife and, if you said No, would offer you a loaner.
It’s the updated version of the Red Dog Saloon
Yet another thing I’d never heard of. [ adopts Asimov-level expression of blank stupidity ]
From the Bad Old Days of th’Ol Patch (Oil Patch for you ignernt fellows); amazingly it actually predated my arrival, but the stories live on.
I have a certain dislike, not so much per se for the Guess Who (though given there was already a more respected band called The Who…but best not go there with all its complications) but the way Americans react to their hit song “American Woman”. The lyrics are a put down to the US, which is whatever for Canadians. But for Americans to miss that (it was almost used as walk-on music for FLOTUS Laura Bush at some event before someone caught it), it’s embarrassing. Whenever I’ve mentioned this to rah-rah patriots they tell me “I don’t know/care about the specifics of the lyrics, man”. Yeah, dumb ass. Whatever illusion goes on inside your head makes it all good.
The lyrics are a put down to the US,
That seems obvious when you hear the lyrics but Burton Cummings who ad libbed the words on stage insists that the song wasn’t meant that way. He goes as far as to say his band mates don’t know what they’re talking about when they call it a protest song. But Burton’s always been a bit of a story teller. I’ve heard him change a story from one concert to the next. I think song writers enjoy screwing with people about the meaning of their songs
Here’s an interview he did last year on the 50th anniversary of the song.
“Yeah, dumb ass. Whatever illusion goes on inside your head makes it all good.”
It’s the same kind of obliviousness that makes people believe “Born in the USA” is a pro-America song, “Every Step You Take” is played at weddings, and “YMCA” has nothing to do with cruising boys.
I’m still not sure what people think of “Wet Ass Pussy.”
I have a mental image of Springsteen pounding his little fists in anger while shouting out “No No No that’s not what it means you thick deplorable blue-collar Americans!”.
I first heard about this approach to protecting native species about ten years ago. https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-06-16/toad-sausages-dropped-from-helicopters/9857520 The cane toads can’t be stopped, but it’s good to see people coming up with creative ways to protect small marsupials.
It’s the same kind of obliviousness that makes people believe “Born in the USA” is a pro-America song, “Every Step You Take” is played at weddings, and “YMCA” has nothing to do with cruising boys.
I had a copy of a book called “Touch me, I’m Sick: the 52 Creepiest Love Songs You’ve Ever Heard” by Tom Reynolds. I don’t have it anymore, but it was one of the funniest books I have ever read skewering ‘Love Songs’: including ‘Every Breath you Take’ and ‘Time of your Life’ (Green Day). Laugh out loud.
“Every Step You Take” is played at weddings,
Heh. Oh dear.
Amuses me to hear “Isn’t She Lovely” played at a wedding reception when the bride enters. The song is about a BABY not a woman.
You will live in a pod, eat bugs, and own nothing.
I’ve been watching a lot of urban farming/vertical farming stuff on Youtube.
Having been brought up in the 70’s by organic food enthusiasts, I had some vague prejudices about what food is supposed to be “purer” or more “natural”, notions about soil (or mud) as an emblem of closeness to the earth, and about natural ecosystems being better than controlled factory environments. Today’s urban farming advocates speak the same language as my parents in their enthusiasm for pure food, but they have different ideas about the means to that end. Their vegetables don’t have an ecosystem or even soil – they’re in “growing media” in a controlled environment where robots dole out light and water and nutrients. So I’m having trouble deciding whether they’re hippies or the squarest of white-bread squares.
And something that comes up in almost every video is the global population projection for 2050 – how “we” will have to live in much more cramped spaces and produce much more food per acre (again, this industrial language about yield is messing up my hippy-detector).
But by what rule of the universe does San Francisco have to turn into Sao Paolo? With megacity population density, you might have to eat bugs and live in pods and tightly manage your birth rates. But those all seem like good reasons not to turn your city into a megacity. And if your birth rates are already under control, then not turning your city into a megacity can be done by using robots instead of immigrants to provide your manual labor. That could be a very nice future scenario – plenty of room for everybody, friendly robots to do the chores, strolls among the hanging gardens that provide food and fresh air.
But by what rule of the universe does San Francisco have to turn into Sao Paolo?
TBF, that would be an upgrade.
The lyrics are a put down to the US
It’s the same kind of obliviousness that makes people believe “Born in the USA” is a pro-America song, “Every Step You Take” is played at weddings, and “YMCA” has nothing to do with cruising boys.
Yes. Bugs me too, although my experiences were mixed: some friends recognized what the songs meant and either didn’t care or approved, while others were oblivious.
Another thing as well…Damn near every deeply deep emotional love song, stop and think about how many times the singer and/or songwriter has been married and how many cheap hookups they’ve had. Thinking of Waylon Jennings and his four marriages. I’m told there are others…
BTW, apropos of nothing…for the #Artist poets out there, the city of Orlando is searching for a new poet laureate. Poet laureate. For the city of Orlando. Anyone? Anyone?
Burton Cummings who ad libbed the words on stage insists that the song wasn’t meant that way. He goes as far as to say his band mates don’t know what they’re talking about when they call it a protest song. But Burton’s always been a bit of a story teller.
I think a lot of artists are bullshitters, one way or another. Harlan Ellison claimed to have run for a while with a youth gang to get background for a novel he wrote about such gangs, and he even had props that he would bring to talks about gangs–bass knuckles, switchblade, revolver. But I have read that it was extremely unlikely that he could have done that without many fellow science fiction writers knowing, as he was socializing constantly with them and was sharing an apartment with several other writers who were also just starting out.
More innocently, a recent biography of Terry Pratchett says that many of his stories about his youth and influences on his writing are partly fictional, having been crafted and altered over the years for storytelling purposes.
global population projection for 2050
It never seems to be mentioned exactly which areas of the world are popping out sprogs at a rate that “endangers the planet”.
It never seems to be mentioned exactly which areas of the world are popping out sprogs at a rate that “endangers the planet”.
Perhaps they expect the West to donate most of its food to the Third World. But I think this is really just another way to exercise power…which returns my to my fantasy of putting all these power-made freaks on the Golgafrincham Ark B.
done by using robots instead of immigrants to provide your manual labor.
So, Japan. Likely to out survive most of the West as a “civilization”
It’s interesting that the “moar labor” crowd is so vested in 9th Century economics, and continue to predict Japan’s immediate (but undefined) collapse.
Well I am glad we cleared that up. (language caution)
Well I am glad we cleared that up.
From the link: “A nonbinary lesbian who loves dick.”
That recalls something I had forgotten: In the 70’s there was a hugely acrimonious debate in “the lesbian community” over whether or not it was acceptable for a lesbian to like dildos. Many lesbians, and nearly all the overtly political ones, insisted that this was an intolerable sign of submission to the patriarchy. And so on. But then, there was also much angry debate over the acceptability of skirts, high heels, makeup, and perfume.
some friends recognized what the songs meant and either didn’t care or approved, while others were oblivious.
I love music, but I don’t use it to teach me what to think. Instead, as a hepcat told the TV interviewer back in the ’50s: “it’s the beat, man.”
Which is why I love “Born in the USA” for its anthemic opening. You could sub words from “The Communist Manifesto” and I’d still be pumping my fist.
(Although I must admit there are some artists and songs I love for the lyric content: “Weird Al” and Tom Lehrer, Gilbert and Sullivan, ABBA, and Phil Collins’ “Illegal Alien” among them.)
there was also much angry debate over the acceptability of skirts, high heels, makeup, and perfume.
Ironically, it seemed, based on my personal observation of lesbian couples, that they seemed to pair up along butch / femme lines. That is, they replicated the more common male / female couplings.
In the 70’s there was a hugely acrimonious debate in “the lesbian community” over whether or not it was acceptable for a lesbian to like dildos.
Which, of course, was settled by the widespread acceptance of Subarus.
Well I am glad we cleared that up.
I’ve always felt like one of the key steps on the way to our current bizarro world was when people couldn’t (or wouldn’t) understand that being gay is defined as being sexually allergic (repelled by?) the opposite sex, not by being attracted to one’s own.
Which, of course, was settled by the widespread acceptance of Subarus.
TBF to Subaru, that only applies to the SUV models, not the WRX ricer versions of the sedans, or the sedans which are only owned by Subaru salesmen and junior college instructors.
… being gay is defined as…
Regardless of the definition, why these johnson aficionado “lesbians” don’t just call themselves “bi” is a mystery, unless they think they get more woke victim points for being highly confused lesbians than mere “bi” personnel.
Which is why I love “Born in the USA” for its anthemic opening.
A feminist once lamented to me that she loved the ZZ Top sound but hated the lyrics.
why these johnson aficionado “lesbians” don’t just call themselves “bi” is a mystery
No, they really were lesbians; they just liked penetration. (And note that their dildos did not have to actually look like penises.) For some radical lesbians that was heresy or sacrilege or something. 🙂
It’s the same kind of obliviousness that makes people believe…”YMCA” has nothing to do with cruising boys.
I suppose I was fortunate to be born so long ago that when from age 8 to 12 I took swimming and athletics lessons at the YMCA there were no gay men cruising the shower and locker room. 😉
Which, of course, was settled by the widespread acceptance of Subarus.
I never did find out if there really was a correlation between lesbianism and Subaru ownership. There were, after all, so many funny but false urban legends.
No, they really were lesbians; they just liked penetration.
I was thinking of the “lesbians” at the Titania link who are specifying human johnson vice BOBs rather than generic genuine lesbians.
And something that comes up in almost every video is the global population projection for 2050 – how “we” will have to live in much more cramped spaces and produce much more food per acre (again, this industrial language about yield is messing up my hippy-detector)
I’m sure there is a niche for intensive, hi-tech farming of salad crops in cities (and bugs, for those who want to dine on them). In certain situations, perhaps city farms may even be more economic than large scale market gardening.
However Mr Malthus has been proven wrong in every generation.
In developed countries, farmland is being returned to forestry or to the wild and agricultural production is actually increasing in most of those countries.
Is that why you no longer find large colonies of Bruces?
It amuses me that Australian table wines is now a legitimate thing.
that only applies to the SUV models
What, no love for Sube wagons?
I never did find out if there really was a correlation between lesbianism and Subaru ownership.
Can’t be true. You can’t fit many of your softball teammates in a Subaru.
It amuses me that Australian table wines is now a legitimate thing.
Although the 19 Crimes label doing its part to prevent Australian wines from becoming too respectable.
that only applies to the SUV models
I don’t know if there were any SUV models when that stereotype appeared.
The reputation isn’t just a stereotype—it’s the result of a calculated,
highly progressive ad campaign launched 20 years ago.…make that 25 years now. How time flies…sigh…
The reputation isn’t just a stereotype—it’s the result of a calculated…
Oops: that link does not work. If you look at the source there is no link at all.
Hmmm…not sure how that happened…well here you go, naked lesbian subaru link…
https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2016/06/how-subarus-came-to-be-seen-as-cars-for-lesbians/488042/
@ FMM: “But by what rule of the universe does San Francisco have to turn into Sao Paolo?”
Apparently California, specifically La Brea, Los Angeles, is not up to being Los Angeles for the creative folks of Hollywood so Melbourne [Victoria] is to be turned into La Brea:
https://www.smh.com.au/culture/tv-and-radio/la-brea-brings-la-down-under-as-universal-eyes-200m-of-shows-a-year-20210503-p57ofq.html
OK, again…tell me this world is real? A TV show set in Los Angeles…home of the movie/tv industry… but filmed 8,000 miles away…1/3 of the distance around the globe…because, one way or another…it’s just easier that way.
Hmmm…not sure how that happened…
Thanks, WTP. If it’s anything like my errors the cause is sheer sloppiness caused by aging eyes and fingers.
From the link: One campaign showed Subaru cars that had license plates that said “Xena LVR” (a reference to Xena: Warrior Princess, a TV show whose female protagonists seemed to be lovers)
I never watched, but I heard that “seemed to be” was an exaggeration by people who wanted it to be true. Remember this song?
I am the very model of a heroine barbarian;
Through Herculean efforts, I’ve become humanitarian.
I ride throughout the hinterland — at least that’s what they call it in
Those sissy towns like Athens (I, myself, am Amphipolitan).
I travel with a poet who is perky and parthenian
And scribbles her hexameters in Linear Mycenian
(And many have attempted, by a host of methods mystical,
To tell if our relationship’s sororal or sapphistical).
Chorus:
To tell if their relationship’s sororal or sapphistical!
To tell if their relationship’s sororal or sapphistical!
To tell if their relationship’s sororal or sapphisti-phistical!