Friday Ephemera
His, quite frankly, is bigger than yours. || After several fortifying beverages, he did it for science (a thread). || Buyer’s remorse. || How to suck rubble. || Cutting the cheese. || Cool-dude styling. || How to make a moon and do it fairly briskly. || “Why are they recording me?” || It’s satire, but barely. || I think they may be cybermen. || Today’s word is tits. || Entirely unrelated. || Lively scenes. || Lively scenes 2. || The thrill of clothes shopping. || It pays to be thorough. || Pad of note. || The Lord’s Prayer. || The thrill of Sunday trading, 1972. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || We appear to be experiencing intersectional difficulties. || A preference for flat stomachs is apparently caused by “colonialism and anti-blackness.” || And finally, fashionably, it costs around $300 and it’s called a “fuck hat.”
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Liberals have been telling me all my life that this is a lie invented by eevil conservatives: “People say lack of housing forces local residents into the streets, but James says he came from Texas to San Francisco for the drugs, the non-enforcement of anti-camping laws, and the $820/month in welfare & food stamps. James says he sold fentanyl, 2 weeks ago, to a 15-year-old.”
so I grew up on Shredded Wheat
I loved Shredded Wheat. Pour boiling water over it to soften it for half a minute. Pour off the water. Add milk and a little bit of sugar. Heaven. There’s a Japanese green tea that smells like shredded wheat when it’s brewed. I really should learn the name, because that’s how I describe it to the waiter and I get a well-deserved condescending look.
Because it is preferable that climate “activists” self-immolate than they vandalize great art.
“ People say lack of housing forces local residents into the streets . . . .”
Facts and logic will have never—and will never—deter the left. Not so long as they think they have morality on their side: it’s wrong for some to have more; the less well-off must be given what they don’t have.
The only way to defeat them is to attack the morality. Enough people have to openly declare that, “no, I’m not a beast of burden, meant to shoulder the responsibilities of those I have no interest in supporting.”
Because it is preferable that climate “activists” self-immolate than they vandalize great art.
Wait, we have a choice? Well, hell
“will have??”
have never.
The only way to defeat them is to attack the morality
As our illustrious host says, these are not good people. They do not mean well. Calling them out on their self-serving pretension is the only way to stop it.
I was at a tabletop games day the other week chatting with the wives of some of the wargamers about the hurricane damage and recovery and one of them, a woman in her late 40s, engaged in the Blurting, injecting some bollocks about how the poor Floridians had to deal with both the hurricane and DeSantis.
I told her off by pointing out that this wasn’t high school, hating the right people wasn’t going to make her queen bee, and nobody gave a shit about a minor political figure in a foreign country.
Here’s the thing: I got away with it. Normally I’d be more circumspect because responding like that will get you kicked out of most social gatherings, and I happen to like this organization. This time everyone just calmly went back to talking about the damage and cleanup and completely ignored the 47-year-old teenager.
I think society has reached the limits of its tolerance for this bullshit.
Activists: various groups of activists want to ban fossil fuels (with no ready replacement), eating meat, logging, fertilizer (see Netherlands protests), herbicides, cars. If they all got their way, we would be toast.
I told her off by pointing out that this wasn’t high school, hating the right people wasn’t going to make her queen bee, and nobody gave a shit about a minor political figure in a foreign country.
Here’s the thing: I got away with it. Normally I’d be more circumspect because responding like that will get you kicked out of most social gatherings, and I happen to like this organization. This time everyone just calmly went back to talking about the damage and cleanup and completely ignored the 47-year-old teenager.
There you go. Exactly this.
I loved Shredded Wheat. Pour boiling water over it to soften it for half a minute. Pour off the water. Add milk and a little bit of sugar. Heaven.
Sounds very much like frumenty, an old medieval dish that I got interested in as one of the precursors to more complicated modern puddings. Of course there’s oat porridge (AKA porridge), which I *love*, so I’d love to give stuff like shredded wheat a go sometime.
Pour boiling water over it to soften it for half a minute. Pour off the water. Add milk . . .
You know it softens just as well if you let it stand in the milk: you can skip the boiling-water step. And it can be prepared with warm milk, hot milk, steamed milk, bourbon, no not bourbon, here I’ll take that, skim milk, buttermilk, etc.
If someone spits in my face, it is highly improbable that I would suffer any physical harm of any kind. Nevertheless, spitting in someone’s face is universally one of the most grossly offensive interpersonal acts someone can commit against another. What they are doing is no better than spitting in our faces and what’s more that’s all they are doing.
As I’ve said before,
But it is worth pondering why it is that this supposed display of righteousness routinely takes the form of obnoxious or bullying or sociopathic behaviour, whereby random people are screwed over and dominated, often reduced to pleading. Pleading just to get home, or to work, or to get to the doctor’s surgery. Even ambulances and fire engines can be obstructed, indefinitely, with moral indifference. Among our self-imagined betters, it seems to be the go-to approach for practically any purported cause. Which seems terribly convenient. Almost as if the supposed activism were more of a pretext, an excuse, a license to indulge pre-existing urges.
And what kind of person would have urges like that?
As our illustrious host says, these are not good people. They do not mean well.
I’ll just leave that one there, I think.
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In fact, let’s give that one a post of its own. Comments that-a-way.
Breakfast cereals
As a child – Apple Jacks. But now, I enjoy Grape Nuts heated with milk and a dollop of blackstrap molasses. In fact, with Winter approaching in the Northern Hemisphere, it is time to ensure I have the ingredients in stock.
Mind you, my coffee this morning is happily flavored with Nick Saban’s tears of rage, but that’s another story. GO VOLS.
TimT:’Sounds very much like frumenty, an old medieval dish…’
Well, that’s ruined my Sunday, I’m now having flashbacks to having to read ‘The Mayor Of Casterbridge’ for sixth form Eng Lit..!
Mind you, my coffee this morning is happily flavored with Nick Saban’s tears of rage, but that’s another story.
Even I had to enjoy a cigar last night. Well, I was probably going to anyway, but still..
Sounds very much like frumenty
“usually made with cracked wheat boiled with either milk or broth”
I guess I reinvented it years ago: Sometimes when I was feeling a cold coming on, I would cook oatmeal with chicken broth instead of water. Bulgar wheat was good, too, but took too long to cook to do that for breakfast.
Grape Nuts heated with milk
Cream of wheat with a big pat of butter instead of milk makes a nice treat.
Cream of wheat with a big pat of butter instead of milk makes a nice treat.
Next thing you’re going to tell us that you put butter on rice, you heathen!
[ Unrepentant smile ]
Yes indeed!
I do believe that butter makes everything better. Medieval butter beer is delicious.
I do believe that butter makes everything better.
Even wokesters?