Friday Ephemera
A lady descending, for unladylike reasons. || He wanted a piece of that action. || An alternative to towing. || Welcome to the clown timeline. || Selective umbrage detected. || Ceaseless innovation. (h/t, pst314) || Incoming. || Not for the nervous, a very close call. || For the bespectacled, a patent of note. || Not entirely implausible. (h/t, Damian) || Alpine shelter. Wi-Fi status unknown. || The past. || The roller skates of yesteryear. || Melon migration. || All back to mine. || Hers is bigger than yours. || Street vibes. || “Without testicles, a boy will become dependent on external hormones for the rest of his life.” || When your wardrobe solution requires some reorganization of external reality. || Freethinker detected. || And finally, when the new furniture is a little confusing.
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Unexplained automotive recursion.
Not for the nervous, a very close call.
Many years ago, I knew someone who insisted that wearing seat belts was dangerous: It was important that you be able to be thrown clear of the wreck. That was a very strange family.
Melon migration.
Spawning season, you know.
Family reunion.
She’s right, you know.
Simple bliss.
It was important that you be able to be thrown clear of the wreck.
Masten Gregory, aka “The Kansas City Flash”, a moderately successful racing driver in both open and closed wheel racing (including winning Le Mans with Jochen Rindt in 1965) had as a trademark standing up in the cockpit of the car and leaping out just before impact. Many times he did this during the most dangerous period of motor racing from the mid 1950s to early ’70s.
He died in his sleep in 1985.
A lady descending
That’s no lady.
Alpine shelter. Wi-Fi status unknown.
Speaking from experience, probably no worse than at any of the others.
The roller skates of yesteryear.
I have yet to encounter gaggles of hipsters, scooting around downtown (or hiking trails) on home-built versions of these. I’m honestly surprised.
Not for the nervous, a very close call.
Holy crap.
Morning, all.
That’s no lady.
Heh. Link added.
Holy crap.
Well, yes. Quite. A lot can happen in a second or so. The zig-zagging was quite impressive.
Hers is bigger than yours.
I did own a Percheron cross for a year once. I’m just saying.
Selective umbrage detected.
Equal treatment is SO UNFAIR.
Equal treatment is SO UNFAIR.
I think we should take a moment to feel the pain of Ms Howard (estimated worth $25M), a not especially gifted actress, and whose career is in large part a result of family connections, and who was hired for a dream gig – to run away from special effects – chiefly because she was young and pretty – only for her to discover, after getting a bit fat, that what is being paid for, and paid for handsomely, does not include bingo wings.
Oh, the injustice of it all.
I think we should take a moment to feel the pain of Ms Howard
She knows how the game is played. This is fan baiting. Same as her complaining that she wasn’t paid very well for the first Jurassic World movie but omitting that Pratt helped her negotiate for a larger cut of residuals and other things to get her compensation back up. This is just a way to get engagement from her core audience demographic (30+ women), the same way Rings of Power intentionally antagonizes its primarily male fanbase because it drives clicks and awareness.
The fundamental inability of an entire generation, men and women, to grow the f*ck up is what’s driving all this.
The fundamental inability of an entire generation, men and women, to grow the f*ck up is what’s driving all this.
And then there’s the acting demographic’s tendency towards hilarious self-flattery, with which these mouthings dovetail rather conveniently. A while ago, I saw an interview with Marina Sirtis, of Star Trek: The Next Generation fame, who was making similar noises about the producers’ expectation that she would fit into her outfit from one season to another, as if this were some outrageous imposition and an insult to her acting prowess. Such as it is.
That’s no lady
There’d be a lot less ‘transphobia’ if the fat blokes in dresses made a similar effort to pass as women…
Masten Gregory, aka “The Kansas City Flash”…
I will see your Masten Gregory and raise you Hans Hermann in the BRM P25 at the Avusring (1959 German GP).
Think I will just leave this here:
Not for the nervous, a very close call.
Driver (with the dashcam) deserves a medal for missing them.
Driver (with the dashcam) deserves a medal for missing them.
It was a bit… intense. A game of debris-debris-human being. But played really fast. And bad as it was, it could have been much worse.
Not entirely implausible. duplicated by Think I will just leave this here.
I laughed, but had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach wondering just how bad this winter is going to be for Europe. (Or at least for Europeans who are not wealthy and powerful.)
Bonk!
There’s a lesson here, folks: Practice throwing.
He wanted a piece of that action.
Warm, cuddly, and sexy at the same time. Ah, domestic bliss.
Warm, cuddly, and sexy at the same time. Ah, domestic bliss.
If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’ll deploy the level-2 countermeasures.
only for her to discover, after getting a bit fat, that what is being paid for, and paid for handsomely, does not include bingo wings.
Couldn’t she just *act* thin?
Thank you, David.
[ Dons sackcloth. Begins pilgrimage to Canterbury. ]
I’ll deploy the level-2 countermeasures.
Oh my. You just knew I’d click that link. Now I’m praying the effects aren’t permanent.
Street vibes
William Gibson said that the future is here, it’s just unevenly distributed. I don’t think this was what he meant, though.
Angela’s Anguish, An American Tragedy in five parts.
“It was important that you be able to be thrown clear of the wreck.”
That was the widespread belief in motorsport until the late ’60s. And frankly, looking at the cars, it’s hard to say they were entirely wrong. Being thrown several feet in the air at high speed might not have been the best thing to happen to anyone, but it beats being trapped in a lake of burning fuel.
Angela’s Anguish, An American Tragedy in five parts.
I’m not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
It was important that you be able to be thrown clear of the wreck.
“Perhaps the blast of the explosion will carry us to safety.”
“Perhaps the blast of the explosion will carry us to safety.”
It ranks right up there with “smoking dope makes me a more skillful driver” and “instead of paying attention to what you say and do, I’ll just read your aura”.
There is a reason you were told never to do this.
Street vibes.
A real-life zombie movie.
Driver (with the dashcam) deserves a medal for missing them.
That was hella scary. Now that I’ve reached a certain age, I worry about encountering this situation and not reacting in time.
Cue Steve Martin.
There is a reason you were told never to do this.
Props to the guy on the right for hanging on a smidge longer than the crew on the left.
I’ve been in buildings struck by lightning before (the childhood estancia was situated on top of a ridge). It makes one hell of an impressive zapping sound when it strikes the lightning vane and follows the ground wire to earth.
I saw an interview with Marina Sirtis
Having met a number of genre actors and actresses in pseudo-social settings – i.e. where they’re not trying to be “on” – I can attest that many of them are neither bright nor particularly pleasant people. Sirtis in particular is quite the slag, in the UK vernacular.
That said, keep in mind that middle-aged women made up a large chunk of the demographic for the later seasons of TNG, much of DS9 and all of Voyager. She’s still playing to her audience because her career tanked after TNG and she’s trying to stoke her brand awareness. You don’t see Kate Mulgrew doing this. Her loudest complaint about working on Voyager was the inconsistency of both the hairstyles and Janeway’s psychology.
To be fair to Marina Sirtis, there was no way to tell whether she had any acting talent or not.
I’ll deploy the level-2 countermeasures.
Nuclear options are available.
Vice News made a sympathetic video about sex offenders re-integrating into society. One interviewee later demonstrated he wasn’t completely reformed.
Twitter thread https://twitter.com/jenbrained/status/1574988311747100672?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1574988311747100672%7Ctwgr%5Ea135f7c8dbfd7df3fc68039de65636cc37abf8f6%7Ctwcon%5Es1_&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Ftownhall.com%2Ftipsheet%2Fmattvespa%2F2022%2F09%2F30%2Fvice-news-story-about-reintegrating-sex-offenders-ended-poorly-n2613816
@Nate Whilk – just for future reference, and to make things easier, only need the bit before the first question mark, e.g., https: // twitter.com/jenbrained/status/1574988311747100672
Lightning: had it hit the tree next to our house. Blew the tree into toothpicks. What a boom! The sound is completely gone and THEN you jump because we are slow by comparison.
Nuclear options are available.
Can-Can fatissima
Meanwhile, in fascist Berkeley, CA, a whole NextDoor thread about how cars a danger to people and the planet. Many amens about how we should just not let people have cars except for the people deemed to “need” them, and then only for “necessary” excursions. Because these people think all of us should let them run our lives. Sadly, on NextDoor, one is not allowed to say what one IS allowed to say at Reason: FUCK OFF, SLAVER.
in the BRM P25 at the Avusring (1959 German GP).
Drivers used to die a lot while racing. “Ein Wunder”, indeed.
Of course, in the really early days of racing, Brooklands say, it was open cockpit, no safety belts, no helmets. Cars still went over 100mph.
I need to rant. God, I hate these people. These tiny control freaks–actual totalitarians–who think everyone else should be governed by their miniscule little intellects. NO CARS! QUIT WASTING WATER! We’ll tell you what light bulbs to buy! LIVE IN DENSE CITIES! ETC ETC ETC.
I almost want something like a Carrington event, just so I can know that those fuckwads finally learn what REALLY governs men.
But I’d settle for a couple of helicopters, a sniper rifle, and 10,000 rounds.
A question for the ladies. Why are you uncomfortable with “other women”?