Friday Ephemera
Husband detected. || In between homes. || Bandits’ Roost, not unlike a certain alley referred to around these parts. || Cacti in bloom. || Bird synthesizers. || Kestrels at home. || Canned cake. || Stacking scenes. || Something error happen. || The progressive retail experience, parts 426, 427, and 428. || Today’s word is intriguing. || Onwards and upwards. || “Save time and water.” || She has some “shower thoughts.” || 1940s waterfront. || Today’s other words are scrotal heat stress device. || Life hack. (h/t, Julia) || All in the jaw. || Dog-fussing detected. || Heh. || Heh 2. || Heh 3. || Can you drink heavy water? || Make way for more woke innovation. See her inner loveliness. || And finally, the thrill of air travel.
“Save time and water.”
Are you sure this will help us sell more shower heads?
Shower heads?
I once saw an apartment building built in the 1920’s (The Roaring Twenties) where the showers each had 4 to 6 heads.
I agree with the Critical Drinker.
“1940s waterfront.”
“Colorization (not historically accurate)”.
These are. (Hat-tip to Technology Connections on YouTube, which sent me down that rabbit-hole in the first place.)
intriguing
Must be for those men who want to emulate the primary school boys’ game of seeing who could pee over the wall into the girls’ toilet.
canned cake
Top quality food porn.
“Cacti in bloom.”
Oh, stunning!
Bandits’ Roost, not unlike a certain alley referred to around these parts.
It’s exactly how I imagined it. 🙂
saves time and water
and once clean our totally representative 21st century couple can get on with their busy schedule of appearing in advertisements for ……… everything.
Make way for more woke innovation. See her inner loveliness.
They always have the same bad attitude/personality.
Morning, all.
They always have the same bad attitude/personality.
Why, it’s almost as if wokeness were a pretext, a license, for a narcissistic and obnoxious personality.
Heh 3.
I would have to.
I would have to.
Much like unguarded bubble wrap, or a big red button marked Do Not Press.
Bandits’ Roost
That would have been a great album cover in the 70s.
That would have been a great album cover in the 70s.
It’s pretty much how I imagine the regulars here.
Mentioning no names, obviously.
Make way for more woke innovation. See her inner loveliness.
One of the benefits of retirement is that I no longer have to go downtown five days a week.
At least around here, the most likely person to move out of your way at the store is a white man. It is called courtesy. A group of black women on the sidewalk? They don’t care who they run over. This claim that white people don’t move out of your way is a standard lie of the left.
It is called courtesy.
Very much related. Indeed, eerily similar.
Very much related. Indeed, eerily similar.
It’s not all that rare, sad to say.
very much related: nothing like being angry about past injustices that one cannot really prove are still happening to make the world a more harmonious place. /sarc obv
|| The progressive retail experience ||
Is it wrong that I’m thinking up ways to help these retailers recover some of their losses by setting up their shops for some live-action Saw scenarios to be distributed on pay-per-view?
Progressive retail: gee I wonder how food deserts come about? Or particularly pharmacy deserts.
Progressive retail: gee I wonder how food deserts come about? Or particularly pharmacy deserts.
It’s a mystery.
It is called courtesy.
American behaving badly in Paris, although not even the worst caricature of a white American tourist would deliberately push the natives off the sidewalk.
I haven’t been in Paris for 30 years or so, and at that time the Parisians had very high self esteem, strutted around like supermodels, and had a short fuse for perceived breaches of urban etiquette like say getting crowded off the sidewalk – they wouldn’t have shrugged it off, they would have started a whole street theater performance of “votre comportement n’est pas correct, mademoiselle”.
Black women also have very high self esteem and a short fuse. They don’t quite strut, but they do jiggle and represent. Not that I’d wish them even on Parisians, but historically Parisians would have been able to perceive what was going on and hit back twice as hard. The self-esteem of Parisians was backed by something – personal and collective achievement, culture, civilization. And they didn’t cut outsiders any slack, the attitude being we probably don’t want you here anyway and we don’t apologize for that, but if you can’t behave like a civilized Parisian we certainly don’t want you here.
Black women also have very high self esteem and a short fuse.
I think that high self-esteem is part of the problem.
That reminds me of articles I read many years ago: According to liberal dogma, ghetto kids did poorly in school because they had “low self esteem”. (This was based on zero evidence. Have you noticed how the less evidence there is for something, the more confidently liberals assert its truth?) The liberal remedy, therefore, was to always praise, never correct, and above all never discipline. But some studies showed that black kids had significantly higher self-esteem than white and Asian kids, which rather destroyed the claims and the justification for the school policies.
scrotal heat stress
Band name.
Heh.
Self-esteem: true self-esteem must be based on achievement and mastery of skills. It is called confidence. Without achievement, self-esteem is called being a jerk, a fool, a tool (heck there are dozens of words for it). Strutting around just because you exist is…words escape me.
ccscientist: It strikes me that the modern attitude to self-esteem is not unlike the socialist attitude to wealth: if people don’t have it, you can solve that by simply giving it to them.
Self-esteem
The western educational system for the past generation has been built around embedding unshakeable belief in their own guilt/entitlement/superiority/inferiority into malleable infants and impressionable pre-teens based solely on their skin colour. How could it possibly end up any other way?
Finally got around to watching the most recent Bond film, No Time To Die, and dear God, it’s dull. After an hour of it, I just gave up. I’d heard it wasn’t a good film, but I didn’t expect it to be quite this flat, badly paced, and unengaging.
“Do you expect me to talk?”
“No, I expect you to die, Mister Bond. Of boredom.”
“No, I expect you to die, Mister Bond. Of boredom.”
I was actually surprised by how flat it is. There’s no sense of pace or momentum, and the story and characters just don’t grip, at all. As I was watching it, my mind kept wandering. At one point I remembered that dozens of critics had gushed over this thing, and I struggled to imagine them watching the same film.
No, Time To Die, as someone quipped.
On the other hand, I hear that the new (2021) Dune movie is very good. Even the dyspeptic Critical Drinker likes it.
“It’s all in the jaw”
Reminds me of twins I dated in high school
I wasn’t impressed by No Time To Die. In fact, with the exception of Casino Royale, I wasn’t impressed by any of the Craig era films. Quantum of Solace was a tedious series of inaction sequences in search of a plot; Skyfall was marginally better in that its series of action sequences were at least held together by a thin thread of something resembling a plot; Spectre was a heap of self-indulgent “look at us, aren’t we all being ‘clever and meta and shit’ with our storyline” wankery; and No Time To Die, well, it appears to have been tailor-made to destroy a character and film franchise I and many others liked and cared about. And I’m not sure where the franchise goes from here, but if it’s more of the same (and, as a life-long Bond fan, it pains me to say it) then I’m out.
The Other Half watched the whole thing, though he did not enjoy the experience.
“I know, let’s make a Bond film, but make it really dull and mopey and maudlin.”
It’s a mystery.
“Unexpectedly”.
And they didn’t cut outsiders any slack, the attitude being we probably don’t want you here anyway and we don’t apologize for that, but if you can’t behave like a civilized Parisian we certainly don’t want you here.
Mass-importing deranged narcissists seems to have put an end to that.
It strikes me that the modern attitude to self-esteem is not unlike the socialist attitude to wealth: if people don’t have it, you can solve that by
simply giving it to themtaking it from everyone who does.“(as a life-long Bond fan, it pains me to say it) … I’m out.”
I felt much the same after Skyfall. Not that I hated it (it certainly had its moments) but it didn’t half go on. I remember thinking it was falling in with that modern trend for ridiculously long movies, but looking at the franchise’s history, they’ve usually been well over two hours. Skyfall is within a minute or so of the length of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, which might be my favourite.
Regardless, by the end, I felt like I’d had enough of that to do me for at least a decade or so. Spectre‘s still on my PVR from its broadcast début four years ago. I just can’t be bothered.
Sidewalk lady wouldn’t like me. When I am walking (and I don’t take up much space, weighing 110 lbs), and someone or group of someones is walking straight toward me (hence on the WRONG side of the sidewalk), I just stop dead in my tracks. They literally have either to run into me or follow the rules. (I find that Asians seem not to have gone to kindergarten, where we all learn to walk on the right-hand side of the hall.)
And that black bitch stealing the groceries from another woman? I would have gone to town on her ass. She might have come out on top, but she’d have scars on her face for life. I don’t understand letting someone walk all over you like that.
I don’t remember which movie it was, but I do remember saying “so help me, if they plug the renegade agent hacker’s laptop into their main computer — ” right before I pushed the eject button.
The self-esteem of Parisians was backed by something – personal and collective achievement, culture, civilization.
I’m not so sure about that. You couldn’t get within two blocks of the train stations (Gare du Nord and Gare de l’Est anyway) in Paris without choking on the smell of urine and that was the early 80s when the city had already been overrun by North African immigrants.
Now I want cake. But it has to come from a machine.
Typesetting is important.
“On the other hand, I hear that the new (2021) Dune movie is very good. “
It’s a great visual spectacle. It’s full of really good actors giving it their all. And…I preferred the original, Sting in the space nappy notwithstanding.
I wasn’t impressed by any of the Craig era films
I got very excited by the beginning of Royale, because I’ve often thought that one way to revive the franchise is not to try and compete with modern superhero action blockbusters, but to set the films back during the Cold War and really go to town on the old school 60’s tradecraft and wetwork. You don’t have to modify the Standard Bond Formula either; there were plenty of Cold War-heavy original Bond films.
so help me, if they plug the renegade agent hacker’s laptop into their main computer
I’m not in cybersecurity specifically, but as a software and operations engineer I’ve long since accepted that in entertainment computers are just going to be Magic Wizard Boxes. And honestly, it’s very hard to make what I (or the security guy) do exciting on screen. It’s some pretty tedious shit. Even in the original Neuromancer, what Case does is mostly float around in cyberspace while the black market Chinese military icebreaker does its thing.
Still it might be nice, just once, to have a movie or TV show that has one of those 2003 Battlestar Galactica “this is really, really not Star Trek” scenes with computers.
When a teacher takes children to a drag show without notifying parents or asking their consent because of the “sheer joy I feel in my bones” and because drag queens are “beautiful role models.” “It makes me emotional to think of the space we have created,” says teacher. And rather tellingly, this: “My closeted high-school self finds so much healing in days like today.”
It would, I think, be preferable if these woke and weepy educators would work out their own psychological issues on their own time, rather than making other people’s children participate in them. And if your role models are drag queens – who are meant to be lurid, cartoonish and grotesque – then you may want to rethink your assumptions.
(it certainly had its moments) but it didn’t half go on.
Skyfall I enjoyed – it’s not particularly coherent story-wise, but it’s a very handsome film with good music and sound design, and the set pieces are great fun. Though, as you say, the final act feels about 20 minutes too long. And I enjoyed the first half of Casino Royale, but lost interest when the thing leant heavily on the love-interest, which is not why people generally watch Bond films. (And which helps explain why the latest offering is so dull.) Spectre and Quantum of Solace have all but evaporated from my memory, which is probably not a good sign.
I felt much the same after Skyfall… by the end, I felt like I’d had enough of that to do me for at least a decade or so. Spectre’s still on my PVR from… four years ago. I just can’t be bothered.
Spectre was the beginning of my lack of interest. It closed the lid of the coffin, so to speak. But No Time To Die wasn’t just the last nail in the lid of the coffin for me, it was the full burial service.
I got very excited by the beginning of Royale
As I said upthread, I enjoyed Royale, although I thought the last quarter could have done with some trimming. It had a nice old-fashioned look, and it felt like a modern take on the classic Bond film. There were enough nods to the history of the franchise and the character but without the cartoonish, almost parodic self-references of the later Craig films. And then Quantum just had to start threading everything together, kicking off an entire story arc which is essentially, “I want to hurt you and take over and destroy the world because Daddy didn’t love ME enough¹“, ruining one of the great Bond villains in the process.
¹ A description which also handily categorises most of the woke woo-woo filleted here by our host.
(I find that Asians seem not to have gone to kindergarten, where we all learn to walk on the right-hand side of the hall.)
In the UK, wouldn’t the learn to walk on the left-hand side?
/ducking