Friday Ephemera
Some things, alas, cannot be unseen. || A display of colour-matching skills. (h/t, Darleen) || Live cooking feed of note. || Today’s word is carefree. || All the fun of the fair. || Kitten fishing. || Infinity bike. || Your own fab, switched-on Radiophonic Workshop. (h/t, Things) || Fiddle with drum loops. || At last, the smell of old people. || 10, Hyde Park Place. || Doll’s house of note. || “I can do it.” || Do keep up because there will be a test. || How to impress the ladies, a possible series. || “I want something I can hold… something that has value.” || The machine uprising, day one. || Your new morning routine. || Nice save, madam. || Women, you say. (h/t, Julia) || Ladies at large. || And finally, a justified gasp.
Surely, “Large Ladies?”
Test? The cake is a lie.
Live cooking feed of note
There’s been a rash of millennial women rediscovering various homemaking skills – sewing, cooking, canning, etc. – but it seems to be evenly split between the ones yearning for some kind of mythical Leave It To Beaver existence, and the ones pandering to them. And the panderers seem to think that picking up these skills is as easy as aping makeup tutorials.
We’ve got an entire generation, possibly two, of young people who simply weren’t taught any of the basic life skills their parents had.
Also that reminds me I need to pick up a fire extinguisher.
How to impress the ladies…
I have my own ways.
There’s been a rash of millennial women rediscovering various homemaking skills…
As I’ve said before, Martina Markota does it better.
Martina Markota does it better
Her etiquette playlist looks interesting. I’ve had the occasional interaction with badly-socialized young women and observed that their lives would be much easier if they practiced basic manners – and one of them called me out on it at one point and demanded to know where she was supposed to have learned such, since her parents, teachers and peer group certainly hadn’t provided that instruction. I was at a loss, as books on etiquette tend to focus on the intricacies of high tea and which fork goes where, rather than elementaries like stand up straight, smile, say hello and don’t swear.
Surely, “Large Ladies?”
UHF band – Ultra Heavy Femininity
They could have learned most of the essentials of manners from
The Princess Bride:
“Hello” – Greeting
“My name is Inigo Montoya” – Offer name
“You killed my father” – Note personal connection
“Prepare to die” – set expectations
Some things, alas, cannot be unseen.
LOL. Didn’t see that coming.
“I want something I can hold… something that has value.”
Creepy teacher #3,005. Who tells a small kid that a hug isn’t a good enough gift?
Morning, all.
Creepy teacher #3,005. Who tells a small kid that a hug isn’t a good enough gift?
Well, quite.
And so, we have some casual boundary overstepping, a protracted, cringe-inducing display of juvenile emotional neediness – from the adult in the room – and a lesson to small children that hugs don’t count as signs of appreciation. And all of this is filmed by the teacher in question, with himself as the star, and then uploaded to social media, as if it portrayed him in a flattering light. Apparently, a male teacher demanding gifts from small children – “Something physical… something that has value” – and demanding Mother’s Day cards – is an example to us all. Because all parents want their children to be educated by a camp, grasping narcissist.
All the fun of the fair.
Holy crap. Where was that?
Where was that?
Traverse City, Michigan. A little background here.
Thanks, barkeep.
Ladies at large.
That’s a lot of ass being kicked.
All the fun of the fair.
More toxic masculinity.
an entire generation, possibly two, of young people who simply weren’t taught any of the basic life skills their parents had.
See also, chores.
A fifteen-year-old nephew once told me that he didn’t know how to boil an egg. The washing machine was also entirely alien to him, along with many other appliances, including the dishwasher.
Do keep up ,,,
I saw this just after passing by a headline to an article decrying the loneliness of people in the LGBTQ community. Maybe, I don’t know, they’d be less lonely if they weren’t SO FUCKING ANNOYING?
Creepy teacher
Punchable. So very punchable. I will expect to see his sad story of being fired in the Daily Mail very soon.
Ladies at Large
TIL Jacksonville has a carb problem.
I can do it
If anyone is not crying I will personally pay the henchlesbians to do their stuff.
Ping,
Hopefully enough to buy them some dog biscuits.
If anyone is not crying I will personally pay the henchlesbians to do their stuff.
[ Passes Mansize tissues. ]
Ping.
Bless you, sir. Should you be expecting some pleasing post – say, a birthday gift or new gadget – may your mailbox contain more than an unsolicited brochure for European holidays by coach, and a leaflet from the local Liberal Democrat MP.
Creepy teacher claims he taught the kids manners over the past year. Yeah, right, like the polite way to demand gifts from people under your authority?
There are no cats in these images*:
https://twitter.com/Thereisnocat_
*May not be 100% accurate.
If this is a repost, I do apologise. I’ve not been pooping over as often recently for a variety of reasons.
I’ve not been pooping over as often recently for a variety of reasons.
Gah, typo. POPPING. While it’s true I’ve not been POPPING over as often recently for a variety of reasons, constipation is not one of them. Sorry.
I can do it
Damn you, barkeep. Got something in my eye…
I’ve not been pooping over as often recently for a variety of reasons.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Damn you, barkeep. Got something in my eye…
I see I may need a bigger box of super-manly tissues.
As used by Vikings, lumberjacks and professional wrestlers.
At last, the smell of old people.
But I want to smell like *young* people.
LARA will have inspectors on sight at the Ionia County Free Fair in the days leading up to their opening, inspecting any of the rides on sight that haven’t yet had an annual inspection.
As long as they are also on site, that should be OK
If anyone is not crying…
Damn you, barkeep. Got something in my eye…
Don’t make me dig out the one with the abandoned puppy. You’ll be a wreck for days.
Polish immigrant state trooper stops to help driver. Driver is Lech Welesa
A vacancy has arisen.
There’s been a rash of millennial women rediscovering various homemaking skills…
I get the impression that today’s cooking shows tend to be gimmicky–celebrity chefs, exotic recipes, competitors winning or losing, competitors getting sabotaged by rats, etc. In contrast, the cooking shows of my childhood were more practical, just showing the viewers how to do things step by step. Are my current perceptions and youthful memories accurate?
Are my current perceptions and youthful memories accurate?
But then, maybe the role of basic instruction has been taken over by YouTube videos while the cable TV channels focus on spectacle. (How long until we have a show titled “The Kardashians Cook Dinner While Making Asses of Themselves”?)
A vacancy has arisen.
Oh no! Anyway….
Will this help us sell more burgers?
Burgers?
creepy teacher: adults don’t need presents from anyone, much less from children. Was at a neighbor’s and her family were giving her b-day gifts. She was expecting in total a trip to Paris (I kid you not) from the group. Demanding much?
Important work from “A team of scientists in the field of studying parasitic organisms…”
Some things, alas, cannot be unseen.
Some things cannot be seen. Now. Apparently.
Are my current perceptions and youthful memories accurate?
You are correct sir. But it’s okay, because the people watching don’t cook any more anyway.
“A team of scientists in the field of studying parasitic organisms…”
Read that as parasitic “orgasms” and thought whaat? Would a dog humping your leg fit into such a category?
Some things cannot be seen. Now. Apparently.
Fortunately, some helpful people (not me) asked for videobots to save it first:
https://getvideobot.com/video/1523575750326112256
Some things cannot be seen. Now. Apparently.
Have changed the link. Can you see it now?
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
What can I say? Life has a habit of intervening when you’d rather be doing something else.
Have changed the link. Can you see it now?
Well…maybe because I don’t have a Twitter account but it now says I need to be 18. I take it from the comments testicles are involved. As I haven’t had my morning vodka yet I think I’ll pass. Thanks though.
, a justified gasp.
I have questions…
A follow up to yesterday’s Madonna NFT news, she shares her Deep Thoughts™ on the project.
“Not often” – so sometimes then?
I have questions…
I’m glad the window held their weight.
The washing machine was also entirely alien to him
I will cop to that one for my 15 year old self. I never understood why washing machines need to be so damn complicated. Before leaving for college I got a thorough lesson from Mom where she did dumb things down for me. I was so relieved when I got to college and the machines in the dorm had just three simple buttons for cold, warm, and hot. Even to this day I look at my machine and curse the settings. Especially after the wife has moved them around. The bloody electronic board went bad a few years ago and I fixed/replaced it, cursing the whole time about why there couldn’t just be three simple buttons.
Also, sorry for the double post above. I got a 503 error. Been having webby problems with new internet provider but for some reason this morning they seem specific to your page.
Been having webby problems with new internet provider but for some reason this morning they seem specific to your page.
There were a couple of Typepad-wide issues today – slow loading and time-outs – now fixed, I think – so it probably wasn’t you.
I’m glad the window held their weight.
I don’t get why the kid could not have been rescued from the window he was hanging from. If the door was locked it seems like it would have been safer to break it down or cut through it rather than the risky move of coming up from below. Not just risky for the rescuer, God bless him, but for the kid as well. I’m guessing/hoping someone was trying that as well but…curious as to the full story. Assuming there is one.
I never understood why washing machines need to be so damn complicated.
It was more that even the notion of chores was utterly unfamiliar and regarded as some outlandish theoretical imposition. There was simply no expectation that one might contribute by doing small, routine tasks, and thereby learn the most basic adult skills. Say, how to boil an egg.
Especially after the wife has moved them around.
I’m guessing you’ll be sleeping in the neighbours’ garage again.
Some things, alas, cannot be unseen.
Brought to mind this old classic.