Friday Ephemera
Bean glove. You heard me. || It’s a car, it’s a helicopter. (h/t, Things) || How to open a drawer. || How to peel potatoes. || The portable kitchen you’ve always wanted. || Pride. || “Alternatives to policing.” || More progressive motherhood. || The thrill of midwifery. || Monster detected. || Accelerated herding. || Maybe help will come. || Inside the Statue of Liberty. || Narrow city. || Vice of note. || Causality questioned. || Coffee Bar, 1959: “A square in the wrong hole is just not dug, even by the jukebox.” || Yes, there will be a test. || Not entirely unrelated. || Always ensure the tank is big enough. || And the robots will dance to K-pop. || The thrill of pencils. || Puzzling. || And finally, then they’ll pay. Then they’ll all pay.
that one about did for me.
I’ve shared this one before – on the range of human beings a puppy can encounter.
It begins in a very dark place, but there is a pay-off.
I’m reminded of all the old-school tv comedy shows that marked narcissism by showing the character in his/her own home surrounded by large painted portraits and sculptures of themselves.
It reeks of neoteny. I mean, when you’re a teenager, being gay is generally, and understandably, a big thing. But if you’re in your thirties and forties, and you’re still making a Big Deal of it and relating everything within range to your supposedly fascinating “queerness,” and craving affirmation from items of furniture – despite living in the most accommodating societies ever to have existed – it does suggest arrestedness, self-involvement, and tiresome role-play.
See also, this tool here.
It begins in a very dark place…
Some people need killin’. It is as simple as that.
It begins in a very dark place, but there is a pay-off.
That was an emotional rollercoaster.
That was an emotional rollercoaster.
It’s a pretty good reminder that there are different kinds of tears.
[ Clears throat, adopts manly stance. ]
Spend a day in your Magistrate’s Courts and a couple of things will strike you:
1. How phenomenally dim most of the offenders are
2. How you really have to be unlucky or an incorrigible recidivist to actually be sentenced to jail
Watching Cops and Live PD, what strikes me is how shockingly, pathologically selfish the perpetrators are. The utter disregard for others is pretty much a default, as if other human beings were just props in some ongoing psychodrama, and only there to be preyed upon. To have things taken from them.
I remember one lengthy pursuit of thieves who’d robbed a store at gunpoint, terrorised its owner, and then fled the scene in a stolen car, and whose bid to escape did repeated and costly damage to other people’s property, and caused other road users to veer and crash, resulting in serious injury. When finally apprehended, the thieves, themselves unharmed, were entirely unconcerned by the horror and destruction left in their wake, or the fact that it was all but miraculous that no-one had been killed. Instead, they were indignant, as if they were the victims of the drama, heatedly objecting to the discomfort of handcuffs, and demanding to know why their phones had been confiscated. While, within earshot, injured children were being rushed to hospital.
And yet these are the sociopaths that so many leftists wish to excuse, and boast of excusing. As if the favour would ever be returned.
Black Lives Matter activist in Cambridge, Massachusetts arrested for torturing and killing cats.
Olympic athlete Gwen Berry, who poses as an “antiracism” activist, turns out to have a history of racist speech. Why am I not surprised?
Psychopaths: Dirty Harry did nothing wrong.
So clearly this woman overreacted.
When finally apprehended, the thieves, themselves unharmed, were entirely unconcerned by the horror and destruction left in their wake, or the fact that it was all but miraculous that no-one had been killed. Instead, they were indignant, as if they were the victims of the drama,
That. I miss ‘Cops’.
That. I miss ‘Cops’.
It did illustrate quite vividly the psychology of the type, and made the customary excuses for such behaviour, indulged in habitually and without remorse, seem quite insulting. Both to the victims and the viewer.
beaten with a giant dildo
*scriptwriters meeting notes for next Godzilla flick are… Hmmmm*
So clearly this woman overreacted
Exactly. I mean come on. No different than what the Red Hot Chili Peppers did at Daytona Spring Break back in 1990 and are not the RHCP an honorable band? Just a lot of conservative, right wing moralizing that by this very example I present, has been going on for well over 30 years now. That’s the real story. We need to stamp out this prudish behavior now before it does real, serious damage to our society.
No different than what the Red Hot Chili Peppers did at Daytona Spring Break back in 1990
Rage against the radical left rape machine?
EATIN SHITTIN
FORD’S DODGE’S
The mutual hostility between Ford, Dodge, and Chevrolet owners is…puzzling.
The mutual hostility between Ford, Dodge, and Chevrolet owners is…puzzling.
Having owned both Fords and Chevys, and not being much of a NASCAR fan…long story…the depth of animosity there does get a bit silly. That Chrysler corporation crap however…
The war on reality.
The war on reality.
Protestor plus bicycle versus water cannon.
So clearly this woman overreacted
“How dare you not understand We Drag Queens Are Lewd, Obscene and Proud of It!”
Also
“Why do you object to us having access to your children in public libraries?”
Protestor plus bicycle versus water cannon.
The obvious question: am I evil if I laughed?
Protestor plus bicycle versus water cannon.
Physics is hard.
Hope for Paws! I love those folks.
Physics is hard.
Pavement is harder…
English bloggers outraged over aerosol canned tea. Fail to notice that company is English. No point in dumping it in Boston Harbor, so how about the Thames?
I was under the impression that the most sacred thing in England was tea, but perhaps I was mistaken:
English bloggers outraged over aerosol canned tea.
Yeah, they ruin tea by putting milk in it, but get upset over concentrate in a can ?
Tea?
It’s “sweet tea” to y’all…
It’s “sweet tea” to y’all…
I suspect the galleons will sail at dawn, unless I can distract David with news about the Perfidious French.
France makes better sausages than England!
The Dutch make better cheese!
Belgian beer is best!
France makes better sausages than England!
Perhaps, but how are their emulsified high-fat offal tubes?
Perhaps, but how are their emulsified high-fat offal tubes?
CMOT Dibbler is an Englishman.
India has better cricket players!
Spain plays better football!
Italian football players are also good at sports like diving.
Checks URL to ensure that he isn’t reading an Ace of Spades comment section
OK. Something new every now and then.
I do remember a classic riff at Protein Wisdom where the commenters raked the person with the nick of “A Phoenician in the times of Romans” over the coals with their socks.
The other day on on the M25 I was behind a bloke who had a sticker on on the boot of his Rolls that said
Eating Shiteing
Bentley’s Vauxhall’s
Thanks for the Clarkson’s Farm tip. Greatly enjoyed the first two episodes.
Galleons? Pshaw. This is Texas.
A muted celebration, as we’re down to our last 3,000 or so rounds…
Oh, and Maurice, how is the pompetous of love?
Not entirely unrelated
Hey! They could use gas and diesel home generators to charge their electric vehicles!
“Yeah, they ruin tea by putting milk in it, but get upset over concentrate in a can ?”
Twaddle Farnsworth. Americans never have and never will know how to make a proper cuppa. My very first experience of ordering tea in the US was in a hotel in San Jose CA. It arrived as a styroform cup filled with microwaved water with (shudder) a Lipton tea bag on the side and a plastic container of “creamer”. G-d knows, I love America but culinary prowess isn’t it’s forte.
“India has better cricketers…” Ahem, NZ would like a word…
I make good tea, right here in America. You’re all invited for a cup if you ever come to our shores. The henchlesbians are welcome too. ( I have not typed “henchlesbians “ in a while. Spellcheck wanted to change it first to “hen blessing,” and, when I didn’t go for that, “lesbian barn.”)
Spellcheck wanted to change it first to “hen blessing,” and, when I didn’t go for that, “lesbian barn.”
Heh. Both have potential.
Our betters just know, you know.
To residents of our former colony, a happy fourth.
Thanks for the Clarkson’s Farm tip. Greatly enjoyed the first two episodes.
The first episode is probably the weakest, but as things go on it develops a certain charm, and by the end of the season, I was hoping for more. The scene with an amplified Gerald – still incomprehensible and now much louder – was quite special.
Watched th first two episodes of “Clarkson’s Farm” last night. Am duly impressed with Victorian field plumbing, the system of knowing which ram shagged which ewe, and Gerald.
Oh, and Kaleb. He’s 21? I want my daughter to marry him.
an amplified Gerald – still incomprehensible and now much louder
So Brits can’t understand him either? Whew.
Americans never have and never will know how to make a proper cuppa.
The Boston Harbor begs to differ, but why would we ? A “proper cuppa” is the absolute acme rolled into one of cultural assimilation, colonialism, racism, yte supremacy, and, what with all the farting cows to make milk, Gaia raping.
Besides, I know for a fact that Twaddle Farnsworth is a village near Upton Snodsbury.