Friday Ephemera
The scent of a woman. || Two types of pleasure face. || Change of plan. And yes, everyone survived. || Deploy. || Their drinks are fancier than yours. || Frame the dog. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || This watch is thinner than yours. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Never mind the scenery, just watch where you step. || Today’s word is snug. || The thrill of innovation. || The thrill of grocery shopping. || Philadelphia street scenes. || Why dogs don’t rule the Earth. || “Are you? Are you? Are you?” || Somewhat related. || He loves you, so there’s that. || I have questions. || Tidying. || Two points, perhaps related. || An invitation to chat, possibly over coffee. || And finally, thrillingly, a sighting of bra and panties.
Deploy.
What happens when hundreds of people on dozens of floors want to use those things at nearly the same time?
And finally, thrillingly, a sighting of bra and panties.
“Thrillingly”?
Wrestlemania.
I’ll bet he’s right.
It can’t be Ikea: I didn’t see a single Allen wrench.
Seems reasonable.
Mother of 10-year-old defends the man who impregnated her. I have read that this sort of thing is fairly widely accepted in parts of Latin America. Hard to believe, but I’ve read such claims a few times.
Re ‘Are you? Are you? Are you?’ More of the same condescension and demonstrated disdain for the out-group. Bridges seems to have amassed quite a following of lackwits who believe that she ‘schooled’ the slow-thinking, evil white men.
LP of note.
(The Internet Archive’s “Unlocked Recordings” section is a bit of a rabbit-hole. There’s some genuinely good stuff in there.)
LP of note.
I actually enjoyed that. When growing up, my family would camp on the shores of the Kawartha Lakes, and I would fall asleep to the sounds of frogs calling. It stopped about 30 years ago and you just don’t hear them any more.
a sighting of bra and panties
Not gonna click.
Not gonna click.
Not gonna click.
Hmmm, maybe this time it won’t be…
*click*
Aaaaarrrrgh!
Incoming 2
Must go faster.
The thrill of innovation.
I wish I’d thought of that last week.
A Judge Dredd comic from ~1978 (“Firebug”) covered that possibility. Let’s just say that with the limited training that most people would have, it doesn’t work out well.
OTOH, you might live through the experience, unlike those in the Twin Towers so many years ago.
An invitation to chat, possibly over coffee.
Cats don’t work that way.
I know he’s right. The best and brightest were NOT in the School of Education in the early 1990s and I rather doubt things have gotten better over time.
Senator Cornhole (AKA “Cornyn”) is a posturing fuck.
I voted for the son-of-a-bitch in the last election and I regret that more than when I voted for Mittens (who I thought was a lesser POS than Obama, but now I’m not sure).
YMMV.
Morning, all.
Not gonna click.
Not gonna click.
Not gonna click.
Hmmm, maybe this time it won’t be…
*click*
Aaaaarrrrgh!
[ Nonchalant whistling. ]
In parish news.
John Jeffs, 74, was wearing just a pair of ladies stockings
A de-frocked vicar then?
A de-frocked vicar then?
It does rather sound like one of those “Is now not a good time?” moments.
The thrill of grocery shopping.
What the hell is wrong with people?
This is a person who wants to teach your children, encouraging his young audience to go “no contact” with their family.
A defining characteristic of cults.
There are undoubtedly circumstances where a person should lose contact with abusive family members. But dropping all contact with family because some dodgy TikTok educator tells you to? Not one of them.
But dropping all contact with family because some dodgy TikTok educator tells you to?
And there’s a hint of… something like boasting… when Mr Marsh announces that he’s estranged from his entire family. “Extended family, cousins, everybody.” But as I’ve said before, his seems to be a very brittle personality, such that my suspicion is it could crack and shatter at any moment.
The fretful BBC.
And there’s a hint of… something like boasting… when Mr Marsh announces that he’s estranged from his entire family.
And they’ve had wonderful Thanksgivings since then.
BTW, I have watched Matt Walsh’s piece “What Is a Woman?” Very enlightening but at the same time frustrating to listen to these people speak contrary to reality and common sense.
The fretful BBC.
If you’re woke you’ve got to piss on someone’s chips. It’s the rules.
If you’re woke you’ve got to piss on someone’s chips. It’s the rules.
It’s such a bizarre reflex. That a team of eleven women should happen to be white, in a country where 87% of the population is white – which Londoners often forget – in a sport that is chiefly pursued by white, middle-class girls, is apparently a basis for ostentatious concern. As if it were some obvious wickedness that must be corrected. No evidence of wrongdoing need be presented, of course. The outcome itself is deemed problematic. I’m guessing that the same woke commentators don’t fret about melanin ratios in sports where black athletes tend to dominate out of all proportion to their demographic percentage, which is a mere 3%.
What the hell is wrong with people?
There have always been bad people and crazy people, although some of our “elites” seem to encourage and celebrate anti-social behavior (and thinking).
We do not punish such people often enough and severely enough. Nor do we punish the “smart people” who protect and even celebrate the criminals.
The fretful BBC.:
“Diversity” is Orwellian code for “not white”. A California school district recently celebrated the “diversity” of a school whose students were entirely or nearly entirely black and hispanic.
And yes, everyone survived.
The rest of the story.
Clear left, right, and above.
There have always been bad people and crazy people
Pre-internet it wasn’t so easy to (mass)identify, contact, organize and inflict them on everyone else.
in a country where 87% of the population is white – which Londoners often forget
That.
That.
Well, if, for instance, the sport is fairly regional and if many of its enthusiasts, the ones who stick with it, live in rural areas, then the racial demographics of the team are pretty much what you’d expect. But instead of considering such possibilities before rushing to the podium atop Mount Grievance, the BBC commentator opts for souring the team’s victory by implying that it would somehow have been more of a victory if some of the white players had been replaced with browner ones, even if, presumably, they played less well.
It’s a bit weird.
This is a person who wants to teach your children, encouraging his young audience to go “no contact” with their family.
I’m getting the word….. nonce.
What the hell is wrong with people?
Alternative name for this blog.
You can sell anything to Brooklyn hipster douchebags, $10 ‘anti-capitalist” popsicles.
Heh.
You can sell anything to Brooklyn hipster douchebags
And it seems to be a large market.
BBC madness
The irony of that clip is that the commentator complaining about lack of diversity is Northern Irish. N Ireland, apart from religious matters, is probably the least diverse part of the British Isles*. I’d bet the POC population doesn’t even reach 1%.
* I was about to say UK, but of course NI is not part of the United Kingdom.
I have issues with Internet Archive (after Trump’s election they fundraised off the scare tactic of “we have to move our servers out of the U.S. and to freedom-loving Canada), but they’ve given me access to books instantly that I’d have to spend a lot of money on or wait weeks (if available) through the internlibrary loan.
That said, I didn’t realize Paul McCartney albums was such a scarce commodity. Considering I have the original album on my basement shelf.
“This watch is thinner than yours.”
That is one fugly fugly watch.
Philadelphia street scenes
A dozen years ago, while at a convention in Philly, I took a wrong turn and drove through North Philly at night. Deserted streets. Lights busted out. First time I’d seen a burned-out car on an American street. The car ahead of me showed me a native folkway by running stop sign after stop sign. I was never happier finding my way out.
This was worse.
That is one fugly fugly watch.
Notable, I think, as a technical feat rather than an aesthetic one.
The best and brightest were NOT in the School of Education in the early 1990s
It goes back way before the 1990s. When I was at school in the 1950s those that could went to university (new ones were creeping in but none offered basketweaving type courses. Possibly the closest to that was Oxford’s PPE course though Exeter had a reputation as the Hooray H & H’s party university) Next in line were Teachers’ Training Colleges which predominantly had female intakes and seemed to be orientated to primary level teaching. Alternatively the Polytechnics offered real job-orientated post-secondary education.
Tidying
Great…now I gotta go put them back.
Hmmm, maybe this time it won’t be…
*click*
Some never learn…
*confirmed non clicker here*
Bridges seems to have amassed quite a following of lackwits who believe that she ‘schooled’ the slow-thinking, evil white men.
For all intents and purposes, she did.
We do not punish such people often enough and severely enough. Nor do we punish the “smart people” who protect and even celebrate the criminals.
This right here is the real problem. The vast majority of the people frequently seen here are NOC types. They don’t think or behave for themselves. They are very weak minded people who have no idea how to handle a stressful world. A world that certainly does not need to be as stressful as it is, yet the “smart” people continue to make it more so. And the cycle continues, spiraling ever downward. Nothing is going to change until we deal effectively with the “smart” people.
That should be ‘NPC types’. Sorry.
“You can sell anything to Brooklyn hipster douchebags, $10 ‘anti-capitalist” popsicles.”
Matt Pritchett had a cartoon in the Telegraph a few years back with a masked “anarchist” sitting at a stall marked “’Smash Capitalism’ T-Shirts, £10”.
“I’d bet the POC population doesn’t even reach 1%.”
Probably not. Scotland was about 98% white until Blair flung the doors open. (I think it’s something like 92% now.)
“* I was about to say UK, but of course NI is not part of the United Kingdom.”
“The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland”.
“That is one fugly fugly watch.”
It’s always a matter of taste, but I find the previous record holder rather more aesthetically pleasing. If you ignore the… er… “unique QR code engraving offering the ability to connect to a NFT and the metaverse”. For pity’s sake.
unique QR code
You know…if you really wanna go thin…what you could do is get a QR code that immediately connects you to the universal time service tattooed onto your arm. Then you will never need to buy another watch again. Well excepting if you lose your arm in a tragic accident or the flesh gets burned off…perhaps by cannibals trying to roast you for their dinner just before you get saved by a platoon of transsexual POC Navy Seals. Hope this helps!
Some never learn…
*confirmed non clicker here*
I thought I’d learned my lesson, but I’ve been away from here for too long and forgotten my previous lessons. Reverted to my previous belief in our host’s common decency, to my chagrin.
That “cut off your family” “dude”…he needs some good ol’ boys to go have them a chat with him…a very, very intense one.
That high-rise parachute is interesting. Does the hard case fall away or remain attached?
I have questions.
I don’t even know where to start…
Two types of pleasure face.
More scary than the ride…
Alternative name for this blog.
Concur.
Are you?
How is this crazy lady in charge of anyone’s edumacation? Based on the way she giggles in her testimony, it really sounds like even she doesn’t believe her BS…she’s in it for something else.
…probably enough of my commentary for this week…