Friday Ephemera
The situation did not improve. || Peekaboo with impunity. || Snack accepted. || Caught off guard. || Urge detected. || With magnets and cold aluminium. || A compilation of mishaps, near misses, and motorized morons. || And another. || Scenic route. || I expect your answers by the end of the day. || Dad skillz deployed. || He does this… er, pretty well, actually. || How to impress your friends. || How to impress your friends 2. || Playing with propane. || Invisible chair. || High anxiety. || And yes, he did survive. || Today’s words are hostage video. || How to confuse honeybees. || How to make a slightly bouncy egg. || Speaking of bouncing. || And finally, if you want all the bouncing, I can only offer you this.
Oh, no. Idiots in Cars. That is a rabbit hole I can spend many hours digging in.
23A, though I could go as far as 14A. But A. Always A.
1 and 3, but there’s just no need to go down the dark hole of instant coffee. Just make or buy an espresso.
Today’s words are hostage video
When you’re getting flak because this list didn’t contain enough trigger warnings, it’s a “pray for an asteroid, not pick a side” moment.
And finally, if you want all the bouncing, I can only offer you this.
Howling. 😀
13D … just need some butter and jam on 3.
I expect your answers by the end of the day.
3/4/B
High anxiety
Way too stressful to watch this early.
Morning, all.
When you’re getting flak because this list didn’t contain enough trigger warnings,
Pandering to the kinds of people who will never be satisfied, except, briefly, during their own little games of domination, doesn’t seem a good use of one’s time.
Way too stressful to watch this early.
Yes, it does get rather tense, especially when it becomes clear that the attempt is not going to work. I found it more alarming than I expected. I think it’s because the scale of the forces, and the level of danger, is easy to understand. It happened a few years ago, and despite a fall of 10 metres or so, and despite two broken heels, the chap subsequently made another, successful attempt.
Not entirely sure why, but there you are.
I expect your answers by the end of the day.
3. 4. C.
What about our host?
What about our host?
Um, I do hate to be difficult, as you know, but… The toast would be somewhere around 4 or 5. I don’t like flaccid toast. The coffee would be A or B, depending on mood. And the steak… well, I’m not big on steak – it’s not something I would choose, so none of the above.
4/4/C
Today’s words are hostage video.
The struggle sessions will continue until all novels are ‘safe’.
Pandering to the kinds of people who will never be satisfied, except, briefly, during their own little games of domination, doesn’t seem a good use of one’s time.
They will never be satisfied and you wind up the enemy, regardless of your orientation.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-new-homophobia-opinion/ar-AAWqh38
I said this just last month is a conversation with a friend, that I feel sorry for “straight” gay people. They are no longer queer and as with heterosexual people (please, I am not going to use the term “cis”) in order to avoid condemnation they have to work extra hard to prove they are an “ally.” And even then, they are still suspect.
Please note I used the word condemnation. I have seen that “queer” society seemingly cannot ignore, nor be intolerant of, a “non-ally.” They are to be condemned. Even the use of the word “ally” is telling because what is someone who is not an ally? They are the enemy. No neutral Switzerland in the cultural war.
I said this just last month is a conversation with a friend, that I feel sorry for “straight” gay people.
The thing about people who are, as it were, professionally queer – activists, bangers-on about “social justice” and the alleged evils of our “cis-heteronormative” society, etc – is that they tend to be psychologically repellent. When someone who is just gay or whatever stumbles into their company, with all its rules and seething, and games of Gotcha!, and demands for fealty, the terms of which change on a near-weekly basis, you’d think they’d realise, quite quickly, that they’re surrounded by poseurs, wankers, and deeply unattractive monomaniacs. People who are neither good, nor good for you.
I expect your answers by the end of the day.
3 3 T
Trigger warnings
Who gets triggered (and why) by mention of foot-loving? Yes, I do have remnants from failing Latin O level (twice)
I expect your answers by the end of the day.
3, 3, C. Like our host, I’m not overly fond of steak, but I have it on occasion and when I do, it usually looks like 3.
Re: The Pawn & the Puppet: bearing in mind the obvious masochistic leanings of the author, she probably deliberately included elements to annoy the tranny mentalists, so she could get off on the abuse.
From the article by the ‘straight gay guy’.
queer theory, an obscure academic discipline based largely on the writing of the late French intellectual Michel Foucault
Ah, that would be Foucault the child rapist?
2 / 4 / C – ironically I disregarded my last hot cross bun while reading today’s ephemera and toasted it to a 5/6.
ironically I disregarded my last hot cross bun while reading today’s ephemera and toasted it to a 5/6.
No refunds. Credit note only.
if you want all the bouncing, I can only offer you this.
A ‘project for the weekend’, as our host would say.
Also flaccid toast.
Also flaccid toast.
In a slightly twee tea room, I was recently served poached eggs on toast. The eggs were fine (and they’re quite tricky to get right), but the toast was barely warmed, let alone browned. It could barely support its own weight.
I was tempted to storm over to the proprietress and shake her by the elbows.
I expect your answers by the end of the day.
24E, although sometimes F is just the ticket, and on occasion, A, when I just need the caffeine.
These answers all look like bra sizes…
These answers all look like bra sizes…
[ Peers over spectacles, looks at ladies. ]
There is no crime culture. There is no crime culture. There is no crime culture. There is no crime culture.
Florida
ManWoman.Easter in England.
Did I see a kid accomplish something by taking his time, focusing, and carefully learning a process step by step under the guidance of someone who knew how to teach? Is that allowed on the internet?
Is that allowed on the internet?
Shhhh. Maybe they won’t notice.
Having fun.
Not having fun.
“having fun”: that is the most british image ever.
trigger warnings: This is how you ruin fiction, humor, and normal conversation. If you are offended by everything, then please go find a cave to live in, because humans are depraved and that is just how it is.
that is the most british image ever.
We all look like that. All the time.
See also, the mysterious medical condition known as blogger’s face.
Where’s my house?
FTS – Flaccid Toast Syndrome
Is there a cure?
Flaccid Toast Syndrome
Toast should of course be reassuringly rigid. You should be able to tap it against things – a plate, a tea cup, a passing stranger – without worrying that it might bend. Which toast shouldn’t do.
#RulesOfToast
Also, band name. Obviously.
I don’t like flaccid toast.
Possibly relevant news.
Florida Man Woman.
That wedding was just down the road. Wonder why I wasn’t invited.
Also, band name. Obviously.
I have a rather eclectic taste in music. As I tell friends/acquaintances (or used to), if you don’t like my taste in music, if you find it annoying, just wait 4 minutes and it will annoy somebody else. That said, Flaccid Toast would be a pretty annoying band name likely to belong to a pretty annoying band. And whose bloody idea was it that the word ‘flaccid’ should have two ‘c’s in it? Come on, fess up. Was it the French?
And whose bloody idea was it that the word ‘flaccid’ should have two ‘c’s in it? Come on, fess up. Was it the French?
It was the Romans. But don’t give up: It’s been a while since Perfidious France has been properly anathematized here.
[ Glares across English Channel, shakes fist. ]
|| Urge detected. ||
Now I’m reminiscing on the long hours spent building caves and tunnels through the drifts and piles of snow in the front yard. If we had a properly snowy winter, we could build a tunnel along the edge of the driveway where the snow piled up from our shoveling chores, and another along the road where the snowplows piled it up. Where these intersected, we’d get really big mounds of snow that we’d hollow out and turn into forts.
(I was seven years old when The Empire Strikes Back was released. It was an amazing time to live in the snowy north.)
1-2/3/C
The word instant is superfluous there. I, in the words of the poet, don’t drink coffee, I take tea my dear…
23A if I’m just having some buttered toast with my breakfast. 24A if the toast has to carry anything substantial. 23B if the coffee is bad.
(Though I’d really prefer a good cuppa tea, kthxbai.)
White liberal women: an inexhaustible supply of toxic narcissism.
Full Shaw Quote: England and America are two countries separated by a common language and the English custom of pushing the dead down curvy slides on rugs while in full rigor.
I didn’t get that last bit before today…
Where these intersected, we’d get really big mounds of snow that we’d hollow out and turn into forts.
As wee seedlings visiting grandparents, my cousin and I would build quite elaborate indoor forts, using upended furniture, cardboard boxes, sheets, and those orange plastic Hot Wheels tracks (for structural support, obviously). At one point, we had camouflage netting, though I can’t recall where that came from. I remember the ritual of our protests when the adults entered our kingdom, unbidden, and said they wanted the furniture back in order to sit down.
good cuppa tea
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A2UDllfCOY