Friday Ephemera
An interesting choice was made. || It’s mine now. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Always restrain your dinner. || Obstruction detected. || Duet. || Damian’s diary. || “Our ideology has led us to not making money.” || The machine uprising, day two. || Body positivity. || A parenting breakthrough. || The owl and the pussycat. || Pool time. || The progressive retail experience, parts 429, 430, 431, 432, and 433. || The perils of trying to scare people. || You know, I’m not entirely sure what the plan was. || Wooden cushion. || These woollen animals are smaller than yours. || Greenery. || You can’t say that in here. || You can’t say that in here 2. || Heavy ice cube. || A point illustrated. || And finally, a tool for every job.
An hilarious John Cleese corporate training film from the 1970’s: Meetings, Bloody Meetings.
Twitter and the login message: you don’t necessarily need all that. Just using your regular browser in private/incognito mode should allow you to read freely without getting the login popup (works for me with Safari on iOS, and with Pale Moon (a fork of Firefox) on Windows).
(works for me with Safari on iOS, and with Pale Moon (a fork of Firefox) on Windows).
Works for me on Firefox in a private window and also in Brave. Also, using escape or closing the window allows me to continue if ever the login window pops up. Also, if it does pop up, it doesn’t cover the entire screen. The content can be read and scrolled through above the message box. YMMV
Caution: rabbit hole.
One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small.
Hey WTP,
There should be a way in the settings of your browser to specifically deny cookies from twitter.com, but allow them for all the other sites, so you don’t have the annoyance of having to use two browsers.
In Brave browser, it’s somewhat buried under “Privacy and Security” settings, then “Cookies and other Site data”.
I imagine it would be somewhat similar for FF, Edge, the Google SpyApp (I think it’s called, “Chrome”), Safari etc.
One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small.
The thread, which in turn leads to another thread, is quite entertaining. I mean, if you like watching how far some people will go in order to avoid the obvious. At one point we’re told that if someone found a lost golden retriever and was asked what sex it was, this would be a great mystery and could only be determined by its height, or possibly the shape of its head. Nothing more straightforward.
It illustrates the contortions that can result from being heavily invested in a faulty premise with much rammle piled upon it.
‘Rammle’?
‘Rammle’?
Unrelated, worthless, and often baffling items that are saved in the belief that they may be useful at some point in the future, but which rarely are. (Picture a drawer full of ancient bread bag ties, instructions for long-dead appliances, short bits of string, a single screw of unknown origin. That kind of thing.)
*starts clearing out junk drawer*
‘Rammle’?
A word from my yoof that I haven’t used for many a year which I had assumed was a local dialect word from the Notts/Derbyshire area and usually spelled (if it ever got written down) as rammel.
A word from my yoof that I haven’t used for many a year which I had assumed was a local dialect word from the Notts/Derbyshire area and usually spelled (if it ever got written down) as rammel.
I’ve seen both spellings, and yes, I think it’s chiefly a Yorkshire and Midlands thing.
Either way, it’s a good word.
Some conventional dictionaries, compiled by professionals, list both “rammel” and “rammle”, but Wiktionary, which is compiled by idealistic utopian internet geek plagiarists, only has the “el” spelling.
Again, it’s a good word. It calls to mind jumble and rummage and while it can be used as a term for worthless clutter in general, it’s also pleasingly specific – those “it may be useful one day” accumulations of tat.
Also, tat.
tat
Often prefixed by “worthless”
Meanwhile, back in the antipodes, first a new surfing champion, now this comely lassie takes the skateboard top honors.
Well done you!
Hey WTP,
Thx. Went down that rabbit hole before. Brave on my iPad has a “Manage website data” that you cannot “manage” anything from but you can view the settings. Bloody useless. But what I just discovered by thrashing about this time is if you go to a url, then click on the lion icon on the search/url bar, you can set individual settings values for cookies and blockers and such there. Will see how this goes. Thx.
I think it’s chiefly a Yorkshire and Midlands thing
Careful. You might get a couple of us Yinzer-types started. The jagoffs..
In other news… I only stumbled across this story by accident on PJ Media. Did this get much attention in Texas? Seems something like this should have gotten much more attention. Especially after finding the girl across state lines in Oklahoma.
https://pjmedia.com/news-and-politics/kevindowneyjr/2022/05/17/appalling-teen-girl-disappears-at-nba-game-and-turns-up-11-days-later-in-nude-photos-on-sex-trafficking-site-n1598617
Thanks for the Twitter solutions, I never really cared that much to bother finding a workaround.
Also, Rammle = band name.
Please don’t give me all your hot monkey love.
But have you all noticed that “scientists baffled” is a favorite newspaper headline? There is probably a Microsoft Word add-on which types that phrase when you hit a certain Ctrl-key combination.
Please don’t give me all your hot monkey love.
From the bottomless well of information at Instapundit:
“Trans” women are real women, Part 9376 A, Vol. 44.
“Trans” women are real women, Part 9376 A, Vol. 44.
Mental illness. I originally wanted to be a research scientist, but gave that up when I realized that there was a good chance that with the limited job opportunities available it was prudent to choose an engineering career. But I never, never resented much less hated those who did make it.
“Trans” women are real women, Part 9376 A, Vol. 44.
Or, Mentally Ill Person Is Mentally Ill. As my dear sweet grandma used to say.
Or, Mentally Ill Person Is Mentally Ill. As my dear sweet grandma used to say.
My grandma was also a font of good sense.
15 million AUD well spent.
Good to know they as focused as we are on improving the important things in schools.
Part 9376 A, Vol. 44.
https://wentworthreport.com/2021/03/29/some-random-person-on-the-internet-analyzed-this-pic-of-a-trans-person-and-a-woman-and-its-freaking-profound/
Farnsworth on school bathrooms: Of course if you create individual self-contained bathrooms (toilet + sink in a cubicle) then the trans bathroom problem goes away, but no one wants to consider the cost. A big open locker room with open group showers is WAY cheaper for gym class or YMCA than this. With infinite money lots of things can be solved. Of course the trans don’t really want this–they want to shower with the real women/girls. A MtF trans high school student in the US (Wisconsin?) was offered a private bathroom and refused. Back when there was the big debate in the Carolinas, those dismissing the danger and problems kept talking about bathrooms as if they were single user facilities. disingenuous.
Some science.
Behold our educators.
It’s 3:15am in England, and nobody’s posting. Clearly none of David’s readers are younger than 35–55 for the engineers.
Caution: rabbit hole.
*spends nearly an hour in hole*
Damn you, barkeep.
Rammle
What a great word
Jimeoin – the NI/Aus comedian more or less has a song about that called The Third Drawer Down
Some science
Yep – it got me
*spends nearly an hour in hole*
Damn you, barkeep.
Watching old-school “TERF” feminists argue with members of the trans tribe and people with unconvincing pronouns in their bios is, I grant you, a fairly niche interest. But I think there’s some entertainment to be had in the resulting convolutions.
Jimeoin – the NI/Aus comedian more or less has a song about that called The Third Drawer Down
Heh. Testify, brother. Testify.
Jimeoin
That was a big rabbit hole…
Um, what?
Heh.
What?
Probably the best parade we will see this year.
Heh.
From a link at your link…
Easy to “break down” something that never really existed.
Just under a third of US births are by C-section, so you are not exactly unique or Wonder Woman, toots. “Power” in a scar*, good lord these people are idiots.
*(which for a properly done Pfannenstiel will be nigh invisible in a couple years)
Easy to “break down” something that never really existed.
Um.
Ms Ilic’s recent offerings to the world include Here’s What You Should Be Looking for in a Running Shoe, How to Achieve a La Niña Proof Holiday Glow, and The Crystals You Should Be Using According to Your Star Sign.
I’m guessing that this kind of “editorial content creation” correlates with heavy drinking and random fits of weeping.
As a Captain Obvious clone, I think that was the result of someone projecting an image on the tree in question.
They should have gone with the bat signal instead.
I’m guessing that this kind of “editorial content creation” correlates with heavy drinking…
Or heavy consumption of strong weed. A lot of the “mystic crystal power” kooks that I used to know were also dope smokers.
Behold our educators.
Speaking of deluded educators doing harm, how about Phonics vs. Whole Language? How many kids have been harmed by the garbage Whole Language theory?
I’m guessing that this kind of “editorial content creation” correlates with heavy drinking and random fits of weeping.
I suppose I should have looked her up and know better by now than to assume someone writing about C-sections would have bothered looking up why a Pfannenstiel incision is colloquially known as a “bikini incision”* even if modern bikinis can be little more than butt floss and a band aid and not cover the scar.
*(not to be confused with the lateral “bikini incision” sometimes used for hip replacements)
Here’s What You Should Be Looking for
I think I started seeing this sort of wording about 20 years ago. I was shocked…well kind of…that the articles were not intended as satire. So Orwellian/Stepford Wives (as the first ones I noticed were on the covers of women’s magazines). Now it’s a fairly common thing. People want to be told what to do.
“Things that you think’ll come in handy, but they just never do
It’s the third drawer down from the top
And it’s full of shit
And there’s tons of it.“
“Drawer”? I’ve inherited my parents’ house. My dad bought it in 1968. The whole place is like that. (And I like it, dammit.)
Very unusual delivery method.