Friday Ephemera
Motoring scenes. || Sainthood suggested. || Higher power. || “Community art mural.” || So how do you “embody being neuro-queer”? || At last, bendy ice. || Before “capitalism,” everything was free, you know. || On Columbo and intrigue without mystery. || Milk in coffee is “sexist,” also, “white supremacist.” || London liveliness. (h/t, Julia) || Liveliness 2. || Pool 2.0 || Her pronouns are more complicated than yours. || He does this better than you do. || Shoe stash detected. || Assorted sounds, from data centres to Japanese gardens. || At last, a vintage drum machine listening quiz. (h/t, Things) || Man versus mantis shrimp. || Formerly Norman’s. || Footie fans of yore. || And finally, nommy-nommy-nom.
So, stopped at a nearby Wegmans (well, near to where I was visiting), and listened to a customer rather forcefully enquire about cream, specifically “organic,vegan, non-dairy, fat free, half and half”
So, racist or not?
I admit, I did stare, a bit. And yes, she was a woman of pallor…
“organic,vegan, non-dairy, fat free, half and half”
Mix a little Coffee Mate with water, put it in a mason jar, have a six year old make a label, tie a piece of dyed jute in a bow around the jar and give it too her. She’ll never know the difference.
At last, bendy ice
Those ****ers are going to invent Ice-9, aren’t they.
Those ****ers are going to invent Ice-9, aren’t they.
I’ve always suspected you were a closet Bokononist. To us Tralfamadorians, Bokononism is so déclassé.
So, stopped at a nearby Wegmans (well, near to where I was visiting), and listened to a customer rather forcefully enquire about cream, specifically “organic,vegan, non-dairy, fat free, half and half”
I’m reminded of the time my wife and I stopped into a vegan cafe in Berlin – you know, in the time when such international forays were allowed us wretched peons – and I surveyed the limp selection of pastries on offer (very disappointing for a German place). ‘Um, haben Sie etwas met Sahne?’ ‘Do you have anything with cream?’ I inquired, haplessly – hoping beyond hope that there would be a vegan imitation cream on offer, at least.
Their looks were *very* surly.
One armed weight lifter.
That is the most impressive thing I have ever seen. Ever.
Sainthood suggested. || Higher power.
I see what you did there.
And finally, nommy-nommy-nom.
Now humming it. 🙂
Morning, all.
Now humming it.
It’s not disagreeable.
Her pronouns are more complicated than yours.
“It’s fine…” [Narrator: It was not fine.]
Yeah. The liveliness 2 link shows people *recording* the behavior but not doing anything to stop it.
It appears to me that those people who are recording this stuff have been insulated from reality for their entire lives that they are unable to comprehend, well, reality itself.
[Narrator: It was not fine.]
Ah, but apparently we’re supposed to empathise with, and even admire, someone who goes out of her way to take umbrage with certain pronouns depending on whether the person saying them is sufficiently “queer.” Because straight people using the same pronouns, about the same person, with the same intent, is somehow a basis for resentment and disdain. An excuse to be bitter.
In other news, today’s words are insufferable narcissism and rationalised malice.
And it seems we mustn’t expect reciprocation or consistency from our self-imagined betters. If you poke through Ms Kala’s TikTok feed, you’ll see that she insists, quite haughtily, that “assuming someone’s gender based on their presentation is inherently a problem,” something to chastise, and yet she happily assumes the gender of the “white men” she triumphantly disdains.
As Jim Goad said a while ago,
And so, when people choose to avoid Ms Kala’s presence, she can presumably explain this away as some kind of bigotry, and the fault entirely the other person’s, rather than the more obvious explanation, i.e., that she, as a self-involved walking cliché who boasts of disliking straight people, and straight white men in particular, is actually quite obnoxious.
If only the “straight white man” had responded to Ms. Kala’s comments with “How do you think you came to be upon this world?”.
Her pronouns are more complicated than yours.
“Please help me tell off the white people”
So she’s a racist *and* an idiot.
So she’s a racist *and* an idiot.
I’m guessing she’s been severely educated, possibly at great expense. Which would explain why, despite the pretensions of radicalism, it’s the same wearyingly predictable trajectory.
And so, for instance, our pierced and tattooed bint scorns “that tone old white men use when they believe themselves beyond reproach,” which is a bit rich. Not least given Ms Kala’s own chosen tone, and chosen mannerisms – in effect, an unending eye-roll – both of which signal an assumed moral imperviousness. And given the fact that she didn’t deem the response of this “old white man” even worth listening to. Him being an old white man, you see.
Her pronouns are more complicated than yours.
I suppose it was an inevitable function creep that the bedlamites would begin constructing different personalised lists of pronouns to give to each individual they meet depending on how zer interpreted zek.
Fortunately for me I identify as someone who doesn’t “see” gender. So your pronouns are it/.
organic,vegan, non-dairy, fat free, half and half
Hmmm. Half what though??
Half cream, half milk.
people *recording* the behavior but not doing anything to stop it
I’ve become cynical enough that I figure a substantial percentage of these types of events are staged for the camera so as to send a message.
Her pronouns are more complicated than yours.
It just seems like passive aggression given a superficial rationalisation.
Possible freeze ray detected.
It just seems like passive aggression given a superficial rationalisation.
It usually does. Such is wokeness.
cheap cloaks to mask nakedly
annoyingpsychopathic personalitiesSo she’s a racist *and* an idiot.
Comparing a mask to a condom is, in fact, stupidity on stilts. But she does seem awfully proud of that ridiculous analogy, nonetheless.
Sainthood
Later this month I will be assisting with the exhumation of an individual for whom a cause for sainthood has been opened with the Vatican. It is a slow process – the cause, that is – because canonization is not conferred lightly. As a point of trivia, it is with a cause that we get the term the Devil’s Advocate as a canon lawyer is appointed to that role to find reason NOT to confer sainthood.
And they call us mackerel snappers a “cult.”
Sainthood suggested.
Note, by the way, the name of the Twitter feed in the link: “Mythinformed Milwaukee”: The city has a serious problem with black dysfunctionality and, to perpetuate and increase the widespread black paranoia, has a (privately owned) “Black Holocaust Museum” and a public high school for “troubled” youths where the curriculum includes very large amounts of black racialist propaganda.
So how do you “embody being neuro-queer”?
Listening to those people is torture.
So how do you “embody being neuro-queer”?
Good news, found her a roomie.
Meanwhile, in five minutes, the decline of the west explained. The gentleman in the video, BTW, is the leader of the Black Hammer nuts who were going to build New Wakanda in Colorado.
Pool 2.0
Think of it as socialist pool: Guaranteed equality of results!
Think of it as socialist pool: Guaranteed equality of results!
Needs red felt so it can be a companion game to The Peoples Cube™ !
Meanwhile, as if you didn’t need another reason not to fly Jet Blue.
I suppose it was an inevitable function creep that the bedlamites would begin constructing different personalised lists of pronouns to give to each individual they meet depending on how zer interpreted zek.
They want to turn us all into zeks.
pst – sorry, for some reason your link wasn’t working for me.
I will report to The Duplicate Post Room of Shame.
I imagine the pronoun “it” would suffice in cases where a straight person may not appreciate its presentation.
Meanwhile, as if you didn’t need another reason not to fly Jet Blue.
A further look at that Twitter feed yields a link to the source of those photos.
I will report to The Duplicate Post Room of Shame.
Actually, I am pleased that you posted that photo. A definite improvement.
Best not to voluntarily report: I heard whispering that David is thinking of equipping the correction booth with speakers playing endless loops of people reciting their pronouns.
I imagine the pronoun “it” would suffice…
Or “them”, depending on how many distinct personalities reside in one skull.
So your pronouns are it/.”
You forgot the “sh” portion.
I favor “y’all” or “hey you dips***t m**th**f***g sh**weasel a**muncher”
Depends on the situation, you understand.
…it’s the same wearyingly predictable trajectory.
These people are the squarest Karens of all.
These people are the squarest Karens of all.
That.
So how do you “embody being neuro-queer”?
There’s a common thread here with people who are not very good at the near infinite number of existing games or sports so they run about inventing new complex games or sports where they now have an advantage via intrinsic knowledge of the rules and strategies. Lawyers and HR departments come to mind as well.
Just got to the Pool 2.0 link. As I was saying…
‘Students were confused as to why people in other countries were flying the American flag. “I mean we don’t represent a socialist government…so I don’t know why they would wave the flag. I’m not sure honestly,” one student said.’
https://www.campusreform.org/article?id=17811
Meanwhile, as if you didn’t need another reason not to fly Jet Blue.
Male flight attendants with stubble in dresses.
Band name
London liveliness.
A commenter in that thread asserts that the lorry driver was drunk, and while running away from the cops managed to hit some bikers. If those bikers were the ones pulling the drunk out of his seat and administering some street justice, I’m inclined to let it slide.
I’ve said before that the destruction of the modern professional police force means that we’ll simply return to the old-fashioned amateur police force, and that the results might be somewhat messy. It’s not my preferred outcome, but all the Wise Progressives are pushing for it, so I guess it must be an improvement.
There’s more where that came from!
Not everything is a band name, guys. A lot of these are more properly album or song titles.
That was “Male Flight Attendants with Stubble in Dresses,” by the Male-Appearing Genitalia, from their best-selling album Schrödinger’s Cock. Appearing this August at the Nakedly Annoying Personality Festival!
“Students were confused…”
I was initially despondent that the commies had finally succeeded in driving the last vestiges of national pride from our youth, but then I saw that the interviews were performed in the District of Columbia as opposed to the USA. There may still be hope!
Band name
Too long, now Stubble In Dresses, OTOH…
Those ****ers are going to invent Ice-9, aren’t they.
A company I worked for in the early 90’s had a project, and I think the product itself, named Ice-9. Don’t recall the purpose of the thing though. Likely something to do with billing or check imaging/processing.
One armed weight lifter.
That is the most impressive thing I have ever seen. Ever.
All the more impressive when you consider how little spare time he gets away from his paper hanging job.
…No time to grab my coat…just let it burn…
Yeah…I’m back…as I said, let it burn. The fleas and lice were beginning to get under my skin anyway…anyway…
I suppose it was an inevitable function creep that the bedlamites would begin constructing different personalised lists of pronouns to give to each individual they meet depending on how zer interpreted zek.
Y’all do understand that this is simply a function of surrendering to their initial absurdity of giving in to their demands to be addressed by whatever pronouns they chose? Because you surrendered that ground, they advance to seize new territory. Of which a sufficient number (majority?) of people will again cave. And the march goes on. They’ve conquered the institutions. They are coming for you. The Last Chance To Speak Up train is slowly pulling out of the station.
Speaking of trajectories.