Friday Ephemeraren’t

All dogs will receive odometer implants. So we can check.”

Having been knocked out for a few seconds (long enough to hit the mat after a roundhouse to my left jaw during plebe boxing) and having had 2 concussions as well (first in a car wreck and the second due to passing out while sitting on a bench over a concrete floor in the Hohenfels training area due to ~1 hour sleep a night for 2 to 3 weeks), yeah, it’s hard to knock someone out with no damage.
While I did jump back up in the ring (I absolutely had to pass boxing else I would have failed out of West Point due to failing gymnastics earlier), a couple of hours later in German class, I noticed that my eyes were no longer tracked anything (i.e., moving my head was like moving a camera) and I was blacking out. So probably 3 concussions in total.

Entertain me, I dare you.
I’m working on the perfect song for the 21st century. I’m calling it Your Momma Don’t Dance Because Your Daddy’s Got A Squeezebox So Your Uncle Don’t Sleep At Night. Well, that’s the title anyway. I’ll work on the rest of it when I sober up in the morning.

“a job that’s perhaps not for everyone; an inn of note”
I guess we know where the first guy clocks off for a cold one!

Morning, all.
Hardcore protestor.
On inadequate towels.

Blubberpuss should just buy 2 standard sized bathsheets and sew them together. Maybe 3 to be on the safe side.

Blubberpuss should just buy 2 standard sized bathsheets and sew them together.
It seems to me that if an oversize bath towel is still too small, the problem may not be the towel, but what you’re trying to fit in it. Still, she gets points for having learned the tone and body language of performative indignation.
And if our weighty wonder didn’t make a theatrical fuss about towel sizes and how oppressive they are, she might have to consider her own poor choices and where they’ve taken her. And so, it has to be the world’s fault, those evil towel conglomerates.

All dogs will receive odometer implants. So we can check.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3EBs7sCOzo

evil towel conglomerates.
Band name.

I would have taken human shuabu shabu as appropriate karma but this will do.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9929305/Connecticut-woman-walked-trail-geyser-Yellowstone-sentenced-week-jail.html?fbclid=IwAR2sGxGB7YBM2DIc9-hSbkN2QvKXKED6-7ZA4DcJDomZqU6LvDIjaE2M9xM
God, I can smell her pictures, the nasty hippy.
I live near and often work in one of our great national parks and tourists can try my patience.

I learned something today.
So remember. When falling from a great height, always land on your eyes.

All dogs will receive odometer implants. So we can check.

From this day on, the official language of San Marcos will be Swedish. Silence! In addition to that, all citizens will be required to change their underwear every half-hour. Underwear will be worn on the outside so we can check.

…the problem may not be the towel, but what you’re trying to fit in it.
Out of morbid curiosity I had to look, the largest bath towel Target™ sells is 65 inches wide, so yeah. Maybe the beach towel section, they’ll go a good six feet.

This week in cretinry:
“Nursing student.” “@LibDems.”

shuabu shabu
“Two of the three in the group, police said, were drinking White Claws when they were apprehended “

Oh-oh, it’s Bad Girl Julia. Don’t make her cross. She’ll shiv you like it’s nothing.
Details here, for those who are not familiar with her blog. Really, our nations are increasingly run by people who bear a certain resemblance to Joseph Stalin.

It was somehow slightly frightening…
When confronted by a bad haircut 42A, the only safe place is the target.
This week in cretinry:

There’s differences but they’re literally minuscule…

Well, in his case…/cheapshot

Prison where Jeffrey Epstein killed himself to be closed: “The U.S. government said Thursday it is shutting down an embattled federal jail in New York City after a slew of problems that came to light following Jeffrey Epstein’s suicide there two years ago… including lax security and crumbling infrastructure.”
Don’t worry, there will always be poorly run prisons where inconvenient persons can be sent to commit suicide.

A couple of kids, soon to be cancelled.

Speaking of not talking normally anymore:
this intelligent dog travels down to the market every day with a basket and some money to fetch groceries for their owner
That’s a dog. Judging from the backside, I’d say that is a male dog: “He fetches groceries for his owner.” Alternatively, English has a perfectly good neuter (“non-binary”) third-person singular pronoun: “It fetches groceries for its owner.”
Online, I have seen people use “they” as the pronoun for a monster. I’m talking about a monster that does not resemble anything that actually exists. I have seen people use “they” as the pronoun for a piece of furniture!
There is an argument that “it” is offensive when used about a human being who wants to be non-binary, but dogs, monsters, and furniture?
This annoys me greatly.

Don’t make her cross. She’ll shiv you like it’s nothing.
They also denied a blue check to Alan Page yesterday. For those outside of Minnesota, Alan Page was a defensive end for the Vikings who was named the league MVP in 1971 (I believe the first defensive player to win the award). He was also named to the NFL Hall of Fame.
After his fifteen seasons in the NFL, Page went on to get a law degree, and was successful enough in that career that he served on the Minnesota Supreme Court for 22 years.
I know these accomplishments don’t rise to the level of “TikTok influencer,” but one might think they are sufficient to be recognized as “notable.” Maybe he should start streaming his tuba-playing and hope it goes viral.
Between Julia and Page, it’s little wonder that the Twitter is offline this morning. Here’s hoping the outage is a sign of better days to come.

“Remember when they advertised the blue check as being merely a verification of identity?”
Remember when they chose the title “President” because it didn’t carry any connotations of grandeur?
If something is rare and sought-after, it won’t remain “merely” anything for very long.

Governor Squid: ’… it’s little wonder that the Twitter is offline this morning.’
It is..? Oh, how sad I am at their misfortune. *resumes her crocheting, smiling secretly*

*resumes her crocheting, smiling secretly*
[ Hands Julia her usual – and latest Guild of Evil newsletter. ]

I just received a text informing me that I can’t get any blood tests done due to “a national shortage of blood bottles”.
Dr David Wrigley, deputy council chair of the British Medical Association said: “We are still no closer to understanding how this situation was able to develop…”
Don’t worry though, the glorious NHS is on it. It’s a “top priority”:
A Department of Health and Social Care spokesperson waffled: “Patient safety is a top priority and we are working closely with NHS England, the devolved administrations, and NHS Supply Chain to minimise any impact on patient care. The health and care system continues to work flat out with the supplier and stakeholders to put mitigations in place, and … blah blah blah.”
Manufacturer Becton Dickinson (a.k.a “the supplier and stakeholders”) ‘alerted the NHS to problems in July and said the increased global demand as well as “UK border challenges” were to blame as well as a shortage of raw materials.’
A shortage of raw materials.
Sand.
A shortage of fucking sand?!

Thanks, Squires, for the link. That was a boss track.

God, I can smell her pictures, the nasty hippy.
I’ve known a lot of hippies. Many of them even bathed. They can be superficially pleasant to be around–cheerful, chipper, etc–but nonetheless a waste of one’s time thanks to their shallowness and foolishness.

Slap ratio slightly better in this one:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgUjAJgYI-c

Stephen Fry: a dumb person’s idea of a smart person.

Stephen Fry: a dumb person’s idea of a smart person.
Come on man, the XR guys are super cereal deep thinkers.

XR boldly fights global warming climate change, no, disruption hysteria by harassing a head of broccoli.

Entertain me,
“What? I’m just looking at this fascinating wall.”

Stephen Fry, by the way, has a net worth of approximately $40 million and owns multiple very luxurious homes.
They always do.
…a dumb person’s idea of a smart person.
Look at how many people assume Anthony Hopkins is a font of high and refined intellect, because… what? That’s part of the roles he plays?
Everyone who matters knows Brian Cox played the superior Hannibal.
I’m just looking at this fascinating wall.
This, ladies, is how men wind up looking women in the eyes.
That was a boss track.
He’s still got some other stuff up here and there, but sadly 99% of what he uploaded over past ~10 years is now set to “private”. All for “staying employed” reasons.

Hang on, dear. I have a few suggestions…
See, this place even has romantic applications.

Our American Cousins? If you haven’t seen it, I’ve heard it’s to die for.

Our ultra creative elites score again – I thought this was a joke, but it isn’t.
Currently in pre-production, “Casablanca” with Leslie Jones as Rikki, Jackie Chan as her lost lover, Ilya. Box office boffo, baby!

similar to that eyeball one, a sciencey video all about explosive fantasies with a new metric, ‘how many average male adults vaporized’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfXQeP6ESnE&t=287s

There is a bird sitting on my phone as I tweet this. It’s tweeting.

Of the 12 Marines and 1 Navy Medic killed, two are from SoCal.
And one of them, Kareem Nikoui, was a 2019 grad of Norco High School … one year ahead of the grandsons. They were all in the same JROTC program at the school. Please remember them and their grieving families in your prayers.

Petition to Welsh parliament demands that Welsh dragons be depicted with penises: “Within symbology, an erect penis depicts fertility and strength, when applied to a royal insignia, it’s even more important…”
This was an issue I had never even thought about, but now I’m laughing. On the other hand, millions of women proudly wear pussy hats, so why not?

I had a beer and snacks at Berggasthaus Ascher.
Its in Inner Appenzell. good place to take you credit card for a 2 week trek

…Though it does rather mess up “ephemera” posts.
There are good arguments for posting screen shots with the links, although in some cases that detracts from the fun of discovering what David’s cryptic texts really mean–and there are some images that I would not want to actually see here.

There are good arguments for posting screen shots with the links…
If you use PostImage, as I do, the images are stored on the PostImage site and do not incur data storage costs upon David’s hosting service–although they do, of course, increase bandwidth costs.
Have I got that entirely right, David? Costs must be a continuing concern for this rickety barge.

Send this bitch to Kabul. Please: Teacher hates American flag and removed it from classroom. Has children pledge allegience to pride flag instead.

Minor observation: why do our American cousins say ‘I will write my senator’ when they do not make it clear what they are writing ‘my senator’ on?

Well, here a very angry letter is implied. I would like to beat those who write and try and within a centimeter of their life (that’s less than an inch!) to write to try to instead.
I’m really on the fence about the destructive effects of the 16th and 17th amendments of our Constitution; it’s certainly enough to make me want to boil any progressives in their own rendered fat. (To put it another way; if I had a time machine, I’d leave Hitler alone and kill everyone who thought those two amendments were good ideas.)
I wouldn’t waste a time machine trip around the “and try and” versus “and try to” bit.

For a people so defensive of their liberty – they put us to shame with stuff like this – I can never understand why they keep voting for socialists.
I’m not sure “keep” is helpful there.
Since 1996 they have only spent five years under a Socialist President (the execrable Hollande). He won because Dominique Strauss-Kahn, who was clearly going to win, got arrested. And even then he got a lot of votes from non-Socialists simply to keep Le Pen out. He is the French equivalent of Biden, being a “not Le Pen” of no great worth rather than a decent candidate in his own right. (Hollande left power with a 4% approval rating!)
Before him was Francois Mitterand, not the world’s most Socialist of Socialists. And before him it was all the way back to Auriol at the end of WWII, when everyone was voting in Socialists.
They do well enough in the national assembly, but only because there is no organised, stable, united right wing party. If a decent centre-right party could be built and hold together it would utterly dominate. But the right in France is unbelievably fractious, torn between too many competing visions and unable to forge an umbrella party.
The French are not particularly left wing, although their left wing is particularly mental.

Radical scenes.

Radical scenes
The scenic radicalism continues
(Watching the full two minutes or so of the ‘performance’ is quite eye-opening in terms of the wider agenda they have in mind).

Swan Woke.

Swan Woke
But don’t male ballet dancers also wear leotards? And probably some type of supportive undergarment to keep things in place while twisting and jumping. And don’t the female ones wear some kind of sports bra support thing to keep things in place while twisting and jumping? Although I always thought dancers tended to be on the small side up top, but I guess there may have been some busty ballerinas.
I thought ballet was about the movement and positioning of the human form – thus the historically tight clothing. Burka ballet kinda misses the point.
Why does the whole world have to change in order to appear to appease to this small minority of mentally ill people? Why do we have to become their lunatic asylum?

Swan Woke — “Loose-fitting clothing will instead be promoted to accommodate transgender dancers who may be self-conscious about their bodies.”

“That dance – it was nice,” said Hazel.
“Yup,” said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren’t really very good – no
better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of
birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face,
would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers
shouldn’t be handicapped. But he didn’t get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered
his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.