Friday Ephemera
Nommy nommy nom. || New rap sensation. || The rest of the rainbow. || “White people are the reason I can’t lose weight.” || Instant woman. || Karate Girl, 1973. || A rethinking of priorities. || A detailed, two-part analysis of the self-destructing tape recorders in the Mission: Impossible TV series. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || They’re just making sure your children are “porn-literate.” || I can explain everything. || Can I stay here for a while? || Free toy or side? || Team mascot of note. || 100 million degrees Celsius for 30 seconds. || Romantic long shot. || She was digging in her tail. || A dog’s dinner was made of it. || Boat horn detected. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || There may be a lesson of some kind here. (h/t, Dr W) || And finally, and not at all perilously, just think of the savings.
Update:
Thanks to ComputerLabRat, the comments are now enhanced with enormous rubber boobs.
And yes, by all means, follow me on Twitter.
[ Views Tweet. Eyes narrow. Jaw clenches. Glares across the Atlantic. ]
Karate Girl, 1973.
Have you ever seen the Turkish Star Wars rip-off? Saw some clips 30 years ago. Hilariously bad.
“White people are the reason I can’t lose weight.”
Related
the self-destructing tape recorders in the Mission: Impossible TV series.
As I recall, it was the tapes that self-destructed. But now we would have self-destructing USB sticks.
Incoming.
Yikes. Why did they let it get so close?
Morning, all.
The thrill of cardboard.
The food was okay, the atmosphere not so much.
And for those who missed them in the comments earlier in the week, two interviews of possible interest.
https://www.window-swap.com/Window
Best. Site. Ever. (Well, except for this one.). Enjoy!
Best. Site. Ever.
[ Reaches under bar for revolver. ]
(Well, except for this one.)
[ Replaces revolver in ornate onyx box. ]
A detailed, two-part analysis of the self-destructing tape recorders in the Mission: Impossible TV series.
Hold my calls.
“Yikes. Why did they let it get so close?”
Freezing is the best possible thing to do in those circumstances…
Hold my calls.
Heh. It is quite detailed.
*hums theme from Mission Impossible*
*hums theme from Mission Impossible*
Previously.
Via.
The arrival of 50 illegal immigrants on Marthas’ Vineyard…….
https://twitter.com/DoctorTurtleboy/status/1570571488956395521
So, apparently relocating migrants to a paradise holiday island is “traumatising”….
Their compassion is as deep as their swimming pools…
https://twitter.com/DoctorTurtleboy/status/1570610540736806914/photo/1
New rap sensation.
I didn’t know Philip Glass wrote rap parodies…
Kat Ronsfeld at Unherd has thoughts on alleviating the suffering of the congenitally oppressed volleyballer who hears the nigger-word wherever she goes.
One potential solution to this problem, perhaps, would be a moratorium on [words] ending in “-ger”
Problem solved!?
So, apparently relocating migrants to a paradise holiday island is “traumatizing”….
They don’t like it up ‘em, as a wise man once said.
Somewhat related.
Right, taking father-in-law to the local aircraft museum, which should keep him entertained.
Play nicely. Use coasters.
https://twitter.com/DoctorTurtleboy/status/1570610540736806914/photo/1
The person who wrote that is way to self-aware to be Woke. I suspect the tweet will be deleted under pressure or downvoted to oblivion soon.
“Instant woman.”
Anyone know a good online tutorial for this? Asking for a friend.
“A detailed, two-part analysis of the self-destructing tape recorders in the Mission: Impossible TV series.”
Crikey, that’s going back a bit.* I think those are what introduced me to Techmoan.
*This is what Internet Time does to you. 2018/19 is “going back a bit”.
“There’s no law against that,” he says.
“There’s no law against that,” he says.
Did you just misgender that creepy paedophile? #HateCrime
the self-destructing tape recorders in the Mission: Impossible TV series.
Interesting. But my only memory is of a tape self-destructing inside an automobile cassette player.
Safety hazard noted, along with rather unprofessional clothing for the job. Long hair – whether on man or woman – should be tied back and out of the way of machinery. Sheesh – what kind of shop teacher is he?
If he really was a woman who grew those mammaries naturally, he sure as hell would be protecting them better. As with all the other “His Pretty Nails” types, it’s obvious he’s LARPing some ridiculous idea of a woman, and in this guy’s case – may even be taking the piss, so to speak. How far can this ideology go before the normies break?
Safety hazard noted, along with rather unprofessional clothing for the job.
Some details here:
I would suggest that giving the seriously mentally ill access to other people’s children, and authority over those children, is also, shall we say, less than ideal.
This sounds like fun.
a safe, caring, inclusive, equitable and welcoming learning and working environment
‘Safe’ = your kids will be stuck in a room with a lunatic.
‘Safe’ = your kids will be stuck in a room with a lunatic.
‘Safe” = an autogynephiliac can safely torment and mentally abuse your teenaged kids and you will like and accept it, you bigot.
can safely torment and mentally abuse your teenaged kids and you will like and accept it, you bigot.
I’ll just leave this here for no reason whatsoever.
Regarding rainbows: a side effect of Lasik surgery is that at night, I often see a rainbow halo around street lights and car headlamps. Always quite circular. So the circularity of sky rainbows makes perfect sense.
a side effect of Lasik surgery is that at night, I often see a rainbow halo around street lights and car headlamps. Always quite circular.
Curiously, a friend who had that surgery mentioned hexagonal arrays of tiny lights instead of rainbows around those street lights.
Another Martha’s Vineyard story?
…a friend who had that surgery mentioned hexagonal arrays of tiny lights…
Don’t eat the brown acid man.
Don’t eat the brown acid man.
Are you questioning my story? I had no reason to disbelieve him, and he was neither a doper nor a boozer. He had the surgery between 1990 and 2000, although now that I think again it was done not with a laser but was radial keratotomy, done with a micro-scalpel.
I’ll just leave this here for no reason whatsoever.
Ah yes! Prof Cremini – the first His Pretty Nails (I love that tag. It says it all really.)
I would suggest that giving the seriously mentally ill access to other people’s children, and authority over those children, is also, shall we say, less than ideal.
This. And yet here we are, with schools overtly stating that this is how it’s going to be, and if you don’t like it, shut up bigot, or else.
Criminy!
This. And yet here we are, with schools overtly stating that this is how it’s going to be, and if you don’t like it, shut up bigot, or else.
An effective solution will require dealing with the rest of the left.
I’ve come to conclusion that all these people are actually anti-romantic while promoting promiscuity at every opportunity.
I’ve come to conclusion that all these people are actually anti-romantic while promoting promiscuity at every opportunity.
Yes. Also interested in exercising power–everything must be under their arbitrary control and everybody must be made to fear them.
Sooner or later, anyone who pays attention to the left comes around to the idea of helicopters.
I’ve come to conclusion that all these people are actually anti-romantic while promoting promiscuity at every opportunity.
Half the respondents have a different idea than the activist pseudoscientists about what constitutes consent.
One in four are unable to define it in words, maybe because consent is implicit, conveyed in behavior.
See also
From the “former Sydney private school student” link…
What exactly happened there? Brad from the rowing team caught her twice in the dark alley between the refectory and the music room in their elite private school? The misogynist trope, which never ever happens in real life, would be that she had sex with Brad twice then he dumped her callously for some tenth-grader. But luckily we have journalists to fact-check these complex issues instead of taking one-sentence testimonies at face value.
OK, I can buy wanting asylum from Guatemala.
One in four are unable to define it in words, maybe because consent is implicit, conveyed in behavior.
I remember 1970’s feminists insisting that consent had to be given verbally and at every stage in a…”relationship”. This was very confusing for a young man barely out of adolescence, but I eventually realized that what these feminists said bore no relationship to the reality of human society, and that these feminists were all man-hating lesbians and/or just Marxists and other malevolent sub-humans.
Are you questioning my story?
Just a joke about your friend seeing colours, something which is commonly ascribed to LSD use. No offense intended.
Just a joke about your friend seeing colours, something which is commonly ascribed to LSD use.
You now know that I’d forgotten what little I had ever heard about LSD.
My friend said that he was happy with the results of the surgery, but the side-effects put me off (not to mention the small risk of serious vision loss) so I decided to stick with glasses. Besides, without glasses I wouldn’t be able to properly narrow my eyes and peer over them sternly at what is posted here.
I’ve come to conclusion that all these people are actually anti-romantic while promoting promiscuity at every opportunity.
Yes, because their example of Bridgerton–a series set during the Regency period–is so true to life, especially the main premise that a large percentage of the English upper class were “people of colour”. Not only is irony lost on these people, but they don’t seem to understand what fiction is either.
OK, I can buy wanting asylum from Guatemala.
I can guarantee that just outside of the camera’s eye are military or para-military equipped with automatic weapons and body armour and vehicles with mounted high calibre weapons. I’ve been to Guatemala. People who look like the people in that video are under constant “supervision”. Hey, it may be part of the appeal.
I laughed and I’m not sorry.
‘Safe’ = your kids will be stuck in a room with a lunatic.
Until further details emerge it’s hard to say much more, but we do appear to have wandered into the land of farce. Maybe Mr Stephen Hanna, the man with the comedic rubber breasts and fire-sale wig, is sharing his real self and inner loveliness with the children in his care. Or, given the school district’s policy of affirming and indulging the dysmorphic, maybe he’s trolling for a lawsuit. But neither scenario suggests that he’s fit to be entrusted with other people’s children.