Friday Ephemera
Smell it first. || Fortune favours the bold. || The thrill of cardboard. || Buzz Aldrin’s bits. || Meat in a tube. || One-minute pantomime. More, should you want it. || When women conspire. (h/t, Tim) || Counsel sought. (h/t, Perry) || His costume is better than yours. || The machine uprising, day 4. || With fractions of a wheel. || Jailhouse Rock. || Billie Jean. || Lucky or unlucky? || Fierce animal death-match. || Naptime detected. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Not the best place to lose a shoe. || Best not to, methinks. Apparently, it was considered “extremely erotic.” || Assorted Victorian exercise machines. || Mouse pad detected. || Taking dad to the cleaners. || And finally, a moment of manly triumph.
And finally, a moment of manly triumph.
I bet the little girl let go of the balloon again right after the video ended.
Assorted Victorian exercise machines.
I always wondered where the various types of, um, apparatus used in the correction booth came from. Now I know.
Love the face on Papa after being fleeced by son fils.
“Buzz Aldrin’s bits.”
Wow. The actual breaker switch. That’s like seeing Archimedes’ bathtub or the arrow that hit King Harold in the eye up for sale.
‘Course, you could waste your money on that, but here are eight reasons you should buy a fire engine instead. I’m tempted, and I don’t even drive.
“When women conspire.”
The difference between men and women, right there. If that had been the other way round, there’d have been hell to pay.
Incoming too
One-minute pantomime. More, should you want it.
Lol. Do not want.
Morning, all.
Lol. Do not want.
She’s a flirty little minx, that one.
Fierce animal death-match.
I think the butterfly is winning.
One-minute pantomime. More, should you want it.
*Sees rabbit hole. Runs away.*
*Sees rabbit hole. Runs away.*
The elderly-suburban-transvestite scene isn’t my area of expertise, or my erotic wheelhouse. But I’m sure there’s much for us to learn.
“…a moment of manly triumph.”
Must be dust in the study, there’s something in my eye…
Jailhouse Rock
Works for me.
my erotic wheelhouse.
Band name.
there’s something in my eye…
[ Rummages in pocket, frowns, then rummages in bin. Passes crumpled paper tissue to Julia. ]
*Sees rabbit hole. Runs away.*
In case you were wondering, my YouTube recommendations have now taken a strange turn.
In case you were wondering, my YouTube recommendations have now taken a strange turn.
LOL
LOL
Please spare a thought for my browser history.
Jailhouse Rock
The striped T-shirt is a nice touch.
Damn, half my comment is missing. The perils of hitting post instead of preview. It should have read:
That really does sound good. I’m astonished she can make an analogue instrument sound like an electric guitar. The striped T-shirt is also a nice touch.
Damn, half my comment is missing.
No refunds. Credit note only.
When self-harm is a basis for “Pride.”
Self harm
The same people who could not shut up about thin catwalk and advertising models are nowhere to be seen.
In case you were wondering, my YouTube recommendations have now taken a strange turn.
DANGER! RABBIT HOLE!
DANGER! RABBIT HOLE!
I was faintly surprised by the number of over-the-hill transvestite YouTube accounts. Perhaps the owners have been emboldened by the fashionable conceit that a fetish, even a rather sad one, is now some kind of civil-rights issue, something to be affirmed as both stunning and brave.
DANGER! RABBIT HOLE!
Shouldn’t that be either “Danger! Scorpion Pit!” or “Danger! Festering Hellhole!”
Go back a generation or two and over the hill transvestites were the only sort most people were aware of. A case of dear old Uncle Arthur who once a month would dress up and take a train into town returning a few days later with at least one black eye.
Then it became fashionable and accordingly the adherents are much younger, albeit with far worse taste in clothes and makeup.
Go back a generation or two and over the hill transvestites were the only sort most people were aware of. A case of dear old Uncle Arthur who once a month would dress up and take a train into town returning a few days later with at least one black eye.
Vivid anecdote there.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Much as I find cross-dressing kinks somewhat baffling, the elderly chaps above don’t appear to be doing much harm, beyond the crimes against fashion, I mean. If viscose is your thang, then, well, I guess knock yourself out. Just do it on your own time. Unlike some of the educators we’ve seen in recent years, who very much wish to imprint their mental dramas on other people’s children.
the arrow that hit King Harold in the eye up for sale.
Note the passive voice. Nearly 1000 years have passed and still no sense of responsibility. White colonist invaders. SMDH.
When self-harm is a basis for “Pride.”
A rare example of destruction preceding pride as opposed to the more usual proverbial sequence.
Buzz Aldrin’s bits
The unanswered question is why he is selling off the stuff, it is not like there is any evidence he is going broke.
Meanwhile, Tucker Carlson makes a joke, the usual suspects go off the deep end.
The unanswered question is why he is selling off the stuff, it is not like there is any evidence he is going broke.
He has three children, and he’s 92. He may be selling it off to prevent arguments about who gets what after he dies, as some family friends did with their stuff a few years ago.
Twitter is a garbage heap of stolen videos, and this ‘TheFigen’ account is a particularly bad offender (who has figured out the secret to being recommended by Twitter’s algorithms). The original video in this instance is from this safari company.
Unlike some of the educators we’ve seen in recent years, who very much wish to imprint their mental dramas on other people’s children.
I think you mispelled “mental trauma”.
Contagious disease prevention;
Out: Social Distancing
In: “Don’t skip the piggy parties”.
Sound advice from Douchie the Mascot along with “a quick reminder to remember COVID-19 precautions”.
watercolour painting from a wellbeing perspective
New “sport” available at the Home Office woke sports day (at the taxpayers’ expense).
h/t Guido Fawkes
See a bump on your skin and worried that it might be monkeypox? If you’re not sure, and you still want to go out tonight, cover it up with a bandaid or clothing before you go out.
The, er, community in question, and its moral compass, has been mentioned here before.
Once again, a man has to do a job a woman won’t.
As a psychologist once told me, denial is one of the signs, you know.
My YouTube recommendations are still filling up with sixty-year-old men in nasty frocks.
Just sayin’.
See a bump on your skin and worried that it might be monkeypox? If you’re not sure, and you still want to go out tonight, cover it up with a bandaid or clothing before you go out.
I don’t know which is more disturbing but the combination of disregard of the serious potential for infecting other people with a nasty disease along with the stupidity potential of someone incapable of figuring this sort of “solution” out for oneself does not bode well.
Buzz Aldrin’s bits
Sothbey’s estimates were vey low for almost all of the items, except the pen and circuit breaker – which appeared grossly over estimated. Any ideas out there as to why that particular item not selling ?
My YouTube recommendations are still filling up with sixty-year-old men in nasty frocks.
You might be able to clear that by searching for car windshield replacement services. I recommend including the company name “Safelight”. Might only work in the US, however. I need to write this trick down so I remember it myself.
You might be able to clear that by searching for car windshield replacement services.
I just have a nagging suspicion that one day I’m going to be attempting to explain my browser history to a judge, a psychiatrist, and a bewildered jury.
“Tell us again about this… blog….”
My YouTube recommendations are still filling up with sixty-year-old men in nasty frocks.
Would it help if they were in nice frocks?
Once again, a man has to do a job a woman won’t.
Today’s words are “graceless bint”.
I just have a nagging suspicion that one day I’m going to be attempting to explain my browser history to a judge, a psychiatrist, and a bewildered jury.
Heh. A while ago I accidentally ended up on a prison-kink Tumblr (yes, it’s a thing – no, I’ve no idea why) via a mis-click on an architecture Tumblr, and now I’m worried that if something untoward happens locally, I’m for it. So if you don’t hear from me for twenty years, the best of British luck to you all.
I accidentally ended up on a prison-kink Tumblr
In case anyone at the back didn’t quite hear.
Today’s words are “graceless bint”.
TBF, after having been walked, it looks like the event of her possibly having to run the other 270 feet might have been a terminal event, so I can see why the “designated runner”, though notice they always put the labor on a black man. Racists.
It’s still better than your wrinkly transvestites.
It’s still better than your wrinkly transvestites.
Heh. Fair point.
So I’ve sorted tonight’s dinner David.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5el7kyltSs&ab_channel=ChineseCookingDemystified