Friday Ephemera
Notice of note. (h/t, Holborn) || I am the night. || Gracious in victory. || The inventor of karaoke. || Vibrant diversity in street and park. || Place your bets – will advocaat carbonate? (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Quick and tasty snacks, plus patting. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Interloper. || Portals. || One pack or two? || Today’s word is parasites. || She calls it prayer rape. Because of course she does. || Cleavage detected. || A labour of love. || When you really channel that bad mood. || Jam session of note. || Jigsaw puzzle. || Just like normal people. || “You have to, you do.” || Woke art, woke artist. || Woke blathering level 9: “Fat-phobia is a direct result of anti-blackness.” || And finally, you want to and you know it.
Garlic Bread Popcorn!!
aka croutons
all that patting … ? … for the sound effects?
Library book of note:
https://twitter.com/MonsieurPompier/status/1399379389196890121
you want to and you know it.
Pass.
What a way to go
Portals pairs nicely with vibrant diversity in street and park
We live in hope that one day Ryanair will inaugurate direct flights between Vilnius and Lublin. Until then, the reciprocal webcams are a light in our dark age.
you want to and you know it
Assuming Indiana Jones was about 30 in 1936, he’d be Harrison Ford’s age in the 1980s. Thus allowing for a Ford-as-current-Indy-Chris-Pratt-as-1930s-Indy movie that might not actually suck.
That’s why we’ve decided to bring the PORTAL idea to life
What could possibly go wrong?
“The Inventor of Karaoke … Wanted to ‘Teach the World to Sing’”
Mm. He should have done that instead.
“We live in hope that one day Ryanair will inaugurate direct flights between Vilnius and Lublin.”
And that someday people will be able to afford webcams of their own.
Place your bets – will advocaat carbonate?
I learned something today. Also “It smells like fart”.
Morning, all.
I learned something today.
For those who want their advocaat with bonus “eggy fog.” And who wouldn’t, frankly?
Our betters clench their fists.
Our betters clench their fists.
*Wants to smash capitalism*
*Can’t clench a fist*
*Wants to smash capitalism*
*Can’t clench a fist*
Don’t laugh. It’s inspiring and powerful. They are clearly our betters and born to rule. We should do as they say.
Note the jaunty elbow work of the chap bottom left, the one who appears to be punching himself in the face.
Cleavage detected.
That’s not what I was hoping for.
That’s not what I was hoping for.
No refunds. Credit note only.
tasty snacks
I see that this chap(ette?) has minimal equipment – a single pan and a single hob. So why not whisk the bloody egg in the dish you’re going to use to coat the bread?
Or is that just me?
Or is that just me?
I didn’t notice. I was hypnotised by the patting.
Your links lead to many other interesting things, David.
And this promises to revive many lost gems. 71,000 video tapes???
Our betters clench their fists.
They simultaneously oppose war and vow to “smash capitalism”. Does the cognitive dissonance give them headaches?
Portals pairs nicely with vibrant diversity in street and park
Set up portals in Karachi and Mosul and see what lovely diverse behavior Europeans are confronted with.
Woke blathering level 9
It’s pronouns can only be it/it.
Portals pairs nicely with vibrant diversity in street and park.
Indeed. And despite the border-disdaining self-satisfaction, it’s not a new idea. Both Samsung and Marvel did something very similar, independently, years ago, to promote phones and films respectively. If memory serves, neither company saw a need to condescend to the natives or to imply that they were tribal, parochial and unsophisticated. Instead, it was presented as a bit of fun, which it was.
Why can’t I have nice things? If there was any seriousness to capitalism, free markets, and freedom in general, there would be a tv show, hell even make it ppv, where the “Interloper” guys would have a lights-out cage match with the “Our betters clench their fists” folks. They tell me I’m a dreamer, but surely I’m not the only one.
Change my mind…If as little as ten years ago, you predicted accurately the ‘woke’ world we have today, the people getting fired for not playing along with the wokeness, the CRT being force fed not just to the regular folk but the leaders of our corporations and our military, if you predicted the kind of cartoon wokey recruiting videos we just saw recently from the US military, if you earnestly tried to warn people that these things would occur inside of just ten years, if you stuck to your guns on such predictions, you would have been marginalized as a right wing looney by even most conservatives…”conservatives”, and likely recommended for psychological counseling and maybe even be put on prozac or something similar.
Unintended consequences.
… neither company saw a need to condescend to the natives or to imply that they were tribal, parochial and unsophisticated …
It’s like a 1950’s science fiction where nuclear war/alien invasion having narrowly been averted, a World Council installs telescreens on every street corner so that cab drivers and housewives and delivery boys can see that they’re just the same as etc etc.
This naive, corny stuff, which is intellectually impoverished insofar as it assumes that everyone is a Western liberal under their skin, is sold as progress and uplift to the municipal councils of Vilnius and Lublin.
The portals we live with – cheap jet travel, portable videphones, global brands – are more real and consequential than his stupid 1950’s science fiction. The proles, who have portals bringing them to stag weekends in Vilnius and portals bringing halal butchering to the garden next door, are far past the point of gawking at foreigners who gawk back at them.
White supremacist bouncer punches out nonviolent clubgoer. (via Battle Beagle.) A shocking example of white privilege.
Set up portals in Karachi and Mosul and see what lovely diverse behavior Europeans are confronted with.
Best use would be to put one end in “vibrant” places like London and Cologne with the other end in “regressive” capitals like Budapest and Prague.
Politicians worried that this would be used for a different kind of Happy Meal.
“Screw the people that live here” is an interesting take on immigration.
We’ll try this one again, an interesting approach to gas shortages.
Biological Fundamentalism…
…outside of the Clownosphere, known as “biology”.
“Screw the people that live here” is an interesting take on immigration.
Given that the world’s supply of “unskilled” people “from poor countries” – who should apparently take precedence over the natives – is effectively infinite, certainly inexhaustible, one wonders where the cut-off point might be. If, as Mr Bowman claims, “foreign people’s welfare is equivalent to our own,” and immigration to the UK and access to its infrastructure are some kind of moral right for all needy creatures, who, if anyone, could we exclude, and under what conditions? Exactly how long do the waiting lists for GPs, dentists and council housing have to be? What level of crime, resentment and social alienation would be deemed acceptable to a being so pious? Does the cut-off point come before, or shortly after, economic ruin and the collapse of British society?
It seems to me one should be clear about these things.
Not entirely unrelated.
“Screw the people that live here” is an interesting take on immigration.
Sam doesn’t worry that unrestricted immigration will be used to force down his wages–or even to make him unemployed.
Sam doesn’t worry that unrestricted immigration will be used to force down his wages–or even to make him unemployed.
But that would then be capitalism’s fault. Obviously.
an interesting approach to gas shortages
I’m not sure who’s stupider. The guy apparently filling the bed of his pickup truck with petrol, or the jabbering idiots closely following him while he sprays petrol over them.
Could they all just die in a blazing inferno?
Could they all just die in a blazing inferno?
See, I knew I wasn’t the only one.
Much as I hate to piss on the picnic, the guy filling his pickup with gasoline is just clickbait from some street magician who is the walking embodiment of Backpfeifengesicht.
Be careful when you see somebody catering to your worst instincts, even (especially!) when it seems ridiculously believable.
…when it seems ridiculously believable.
Therein lies the problem, particularly when there have been real instances of idiots using shopping bags and plastic totes, plus it looks filmed in Arizona or California, both of which up the ante on dumbnity.
Via Ace, the jokes, again they write themselves.
“If you surround yourself with clowns, don’t be surprised if a circus breaks out”
Benjamin Disraeli
the jokes, again they write themselves.
If you hear the clip before you see the speaker, the mismatch is quite something.
quite something.
We’re living the worst Tim & Eric skit.
“If you surround yourself with clowns, don’t be surprised if a circus breaks out”
Witty as it is, that does not sound like something Benjamin Disraeli would have said.
…Benjamin Disraeli would have said.
Would you believe Benjamin Franklin ?
Witty as it is, that does not sound like something Benjamin Disraeli would have said.
He’s right, you know.
Would you believe Benjamin Franklin ?
Your credibility is falling.
Your credibility is falling.
Benny Goodman ?
Your credibility is falling.
Don’t listen to that crank. Now I knew Ben, and that is exactly the sort of think Ben would say.
I’m pretty sure I said it. Or, at least, some folks born every minute might believe so.
“Benjamin Disraeli”
Dude had gears….
*ducks*
Dude had gears….
[ rings little bell ]
Bartender!
Disraeli? Franklin? You left out Twain…but doesn’t sound like him neither. I say with confidence, Otto von Bismark.
I say with confidence, Otto von Bismark.
What fresh hell is this?
I say with confidence, Otto von Bismark.
OK, OK, I’ll come clean, it was Lavrenty Beria paraphrasing Cetshwayo .
the guy filling his pickup with gasoline
While not precisely the same thing, I have driven behind a vehicle which had a break in the fuel line that was between the fuel pump and the injectors. That resulted in a very large cloud of small gasoline droplets at the rear driver’s side of the vehicle (since I’m in the US, that would be the left side while facing the direction of travel). The type of thing that creates a fuel/air mixture that tends to go BOOM instead of WHOOSH if an ignition event happens.
Since it was 2 lanes in the same direction and that person was in the right lane, I drove up parallel to said vehicle, rolled down my passenger window, honked my horn and yelled at the driver until he rolled down his window to find out what my problem happened to be. I screamed at him that he had a fuel leak that would get him killed (well, less specific with many more expletives and hand gestures pointing to the cloud); when he looked back and saw the cloud, he pulled over immediately.
I got the fuck out of the potential blast zone.
In the case of the magician, I guess he had a water tank in the cab and was pumping water into the bed with a hose that was hidden behind the pump handle. The earlier images showed leakage underneath the trunk.
In a country of 300 odd million people, I would expect at least one idiot who might think that was a good idea. The follow on bits where the precious gasoline was sloshing out should have been a tell, though.
Any chance I can talk you into no links to Instagram, Facebook or Twitter?
It’s kind of like whoring yourself out for a few a few pieces of silver, innit?
Any chance I can talk you into no links to Instagram, Facebook or Twitter? It’s kind of like whoring yourself out for a few a few pieces of silver, innit?
Not sure how whoring comes into it. And if you want to see the bedlamites, we have to visit Bedlam.
This seems to capture two of the comment themes nicely…
Speaking of bedlamites.
And if you want to see the bedlamites, we have to visit Bedlam.
That reminds me of when I first heard Tom of Bedlam, sung by a group of pagans in the SCA. The enthusiasm with which they sang this verse was an early clue that maybe they were not as sweet and benevolent as they claimed to be:
I went down to Satan’s kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
It would be slightly interesting to know what became of them.
>pagans
>SCA
They singing mad shit for someone within Crusading distance.
They singing mad shit for someone within Crusading distance.
A lot of them, for all their talk about tolerance and love, deeply hated and despised Christians. Including or perhaps especially the ones who were kind to them.