Friday Ephemera (654)
Pulse of note. || Interspecies duet. || The Commodordion, an 8-bit accordion. || How to climb a tree. || Are you “living your best life” thanks to your smart ring? || The thrill of mechanical watches. || When A.I. generates an episode of Top Gear. || When you want it both ways. || Bubble simulator. || Hers is bigger than yours. || Because it can be done, apparently. || Today’s word is boundaries. || Satire, but only just. || She hopes this clears things up. || The ghost village of Craco. (h/t, Things) || Slow Roads, a driving game. || On the properties of hair. || A project for the weekend (h/t, Elephants Gerald). || The Volkswagen office chair. || The Sunday Format. || For when you need instant fabulousness. || The future is now. || And finally, we’ve been having one or two issues with the chocolate fountain.
Yes, 654. Or around 13,000 links. Since you ask.
A harsh customer review
The awesome superiority of the white liberal mind.
The thrill of mechanical watches.
Fun fact – the part that engage either the intermediate wheel (to set the time) or winding pinion (to wind the mainspring) is called the clutch, and is moved by the stem and held in position by the yoke also known, oddly enough as the clutch lever.
Having a clutch explains, of course, why millennials and Gen Y types cannot operate real watches or tell time other than by looking at a phone.
From crop circles to sheep circles.
Many years ago, there was a book called Blue Eyeshadow Should Be Illegal.
it’s time for a sequel on the subject of blue lipstick. I’d never ever seen it except during October, and was happy in my ignorance.
Re the white liberal mind—with one exception, every black person I know is in possession of a driver’s license. The one exception has a non/driver ID like Sonkitten’s. Both the driver and non-driver ID’s are good as ID anywhere.
U.S. citizens of all races are now starting to run into the problem of “enhanced” IDs, to get one of which you have to document your life back to your first breath. I anticipate a brisk traffic in enhanced forgeries.
When you want it both ways.
If Colin Wright identified as a woman wouldn’t that make it fair?
Morning, all.
Our deep-thinking betters.
She’s “winning gender,” you know.
Hey kids, come play.
we’ve been having one or two issues with the chocolate fountain.
Still would.
The Sunday Format
Thanks for that.:-)
Is the flautist single?
Thanks for that.:-)
I first heard it years ago, accidentally, in the car, halfway through an episode. So, for a few seconds it was a little baffling. Not every gag works, but it does capture the flavour of British broadsheets and their Sunday supplements.
In a similar vein, Posh Nosh.
chocolate fountain
Yes. Yes, I would still eat that. It’s chocolate!
Nice new digs, by the way!
[ Straightens coasters. ]
Hers is bigger than yours. || Because it can be done, apparently.
ISWYDT
It was never the healthiest relationship.
“Transwomen are women”, you can tell by all the feminine things they do. (Caution, as if you hadn’t guessed)
It was never the healthiest relationship.
Superman has a thing for crazy earth women.
In the second clip – from a screen test, I think – it’s the fact that Lois shoots Clark, supposedly to prove that he’s Superman, then looks surprised when he’s unharmed. As if she wasn’t actually sure and just shot him anyway.
Meanwhile in Scotland, we mustn’t offend the “trans” people.
“Good news
ma’am, er, sir, I guess, your PSA is totally normal.”crazy earth women
Band name.
When A.I. generates an episode of Top Gear.
Seems more like “When the Top Gear crew do A.I.”. How hard can it be?
Because it can be done, apparently.
Oh, those sophisticated French. First le Pétomaine, now this. They’re obsessed.
Slow Roads, a driving game.
Keyboard controls are a pain, but, y’know, as a fan of these things, I’ve definitely paid for worse.
[ Tinkers with blogroll. ]
Finally, someone has done something about all the young Canadian girls who have been maimed, or psychologically damaged.
I think I went down a Twitter rabbit hole, possibly on that Top Gear AI link, and ran across this which I found amazing. The reaction of this chimpanzee…Story is the baby was born by c-section so this is the first time she has seen her own baby. She (apparently) instinctively makes the connection.
https://twitter.com/gunsnrosesgirl3/status/1593500738986049538
Choc fountain: at a party (family type) a young man (son of the host fortunately) leaned on the table with the choc fountain and it tipped over. Holy crap what a mess.
I love the AI art, it is like acid trips (don’t ask how I know).
NHS sign: yes, harder and harder to do satire these days.
The Brownies were named after a story about helpful elves, so I’m not sure why girls should be rendered distraught by the name. In all the years I’ve been vaguely aware of the organisation – a schoolfriend belonged to it, I think – no racial connotations came to mind, or so far as I can see, were ever intended. And I would guess that any harm to young minds is more likely to be done by them being surrounded by the kind of neurotics who imagine racial oppression in the rustling of leaves and the alignment of chairs.
|| The Commodordion, an 8-bit accordion. || The thrill of mechanical watches. ||
Thank you for those! I found the watch article utterly fascinating. The Commordion is awesome in its own way too – I love when people (usually guys) geek out on something and build amazing stuff.
Bubble simulator – hours of harmless fun avoiding useful activity.
Funny, one former first lady, savaged by media almost daily, has never spent one minute complaining about anything, let alone her hair.
It was never the healthiest relationship.
I remember when that movie came out I was one of the few who didn’t care for it but I did think that Margot Kidder was absolutely hot. As she made more talk show and other appearances it became increasingly undeniable that the woman was freaking nuts. Whenever I run across scenes like that from that movie it gives me an odd dodged-a-bullet-there feeling. Weird.
Tiresome narcissist is tiresome narcissist.
Instant fabulousness purchased (via link naturally) for Xmas day frivolity.
Also housewarming ping.
The first film still has its moments – or at least it reminds me of how much I enjoyed seeing it in the cinema as a wee seedling. The sequels, however, went downhill rapidly.
I’m not exactly steeped in the celebrity gossip of decades past, but didn’t she have some kind of breakdown and was discovered lurking in bushes minus her teeth?
Bless you, sir. May you know the satisfaction of a new, and very sharp, kitchen knife.
Scotland: decoupling health care from “gender” (ie sex). Oh, yeah, perfect. Half of health markers make no sense without reference to sex. Tell women to get a mammogram or men to test their PSA? Right out. Is that pain due to an ectopic pregnancy? Sorry, we can’t ask that question. Many medications need different doses in M vs F or have different risks. Heart attack symptoms differ M vs F. Normal body fat differs. People will die.
I think the chimp discovering her baby could answer “what is a woman” better than a certain supreme court justice..just sayin.
Hers is bigger than yours.
I’m guessing some subset of Japanese porn.
I think the chimp discovering her baby could answer “what is a woman” better than a certain supreme court justice..
First the obligatory “That’s RAAAAACISSSSS!”. Because never mind all humans are apes regardless of skin color, as are chimpanzees (which inconveniently have pink skin under their hair). Biology is apparently one of the sciences that we don’t Believe In. /eyeroll
Second, I think all mammals in the animal kingdom know what a woman is, certainly they know what a female mammal is. Even hyenas and their strange genital biology know what a female hyena is. Confused animals who can’t clone themselves fail to reproduce and die off, unless artificially procreated by humans. It’s pretty simple out in Nature. Or you know, Reality.
I’m not exactly steeped in the celebrity gossip of decades past, but didn’t she have some kind of breakdown and was discovered lurking in bushes minus her teeth?
You were probably too young/far away over there to have seen her appearances on late night comedy shows like Johnny Carson or David Letterman, and I specifically remember her on one of the popular stand-up-in-front-of-a-brick-wall-and-be-funny shows of the late 80’s/early 90’s. I believe it was Evening At The Improv that I’m thinking of . It may have been syndicated over yonder as they had occasional British performers. I do recall the bushes thing, the teeth could be true as well. Odd that. Not sure how well this relates but being of that specific age, the way she looked at SM/KK to be followed by that kind of crazy. It would amaze me that anyone who cared about here didn’t get her the serious help that she needed. It was bloody obvious that she was nuts. Additionally there was plenty of young talent that would have made much better use of that exposure time. It was crazy…
Though speaking of crazy and Evening At The Improv…they occasionally would have a music act on as well. I don’t know if anyone else here watched that show and recalls seeing the Boomtown Rats when Bob Geldof did some weird crazy dance, something to do with his suspenders? It was bizarre.
On a minor blog format note, I know there are other things you’re working on and I don’t think anyone has mentioned this but the Previous/Next post thing seems to be reversed, at least from a time-based perspective. Right now I’m seeing the “Pejoratives Were Deployed” post as being the “Next Post”.
I suppose the layout idea is that you’re reading posts from the top down, catching up on what you may have missed. Thing is, if I swapped them, assuming I can, then the ‘Next Post’ button would take you back to the post you’d just read. Which seems no less likely to confuse.
But never the right ones.
prev/next: across the internet, it seems to me that no standard has been set. Next/prev and left/right arrows both refer to the previous post from current.
Previous/Next:
I suppose the layout idea is that you’re reading posts from the top down, catching up on what you may have missed. Thing is, if I swapped them, assuming I can, then the ‘Next Post’ button would take you back to the post you’d just read. Which seems no less likely to confuse.
I get confused if “next” does not take me to a more recent post.
If you cannot swap the positions of the buttons, could you change their captions? Maybe to “earlier/later” or “older/newer”?
The Althouse blog has “newer post” on the left and “older post” on the right.
I’ve decided to find it charming.
I’ve decided to find it charming.
It’s the little differences. I dig it the most.
I get confused if “next” does not take me to a more recent post.
I got in the habit, back at the old place, of using the browser’s back button menu to go back to the main page after reaching the end of the comments of the post I was reading. Top down was how I got used to reading the blog, and I find it easier on my brain than the previous/next arrows.
It would amaze me that anyone who cared about here didn’t get her the serious help that she needed. It was bloody obvious that she was nuts.
She was diagnosed bipolar (at the time it was called manic depression) but wouldn’t accept the diagnosis until eight years later when she was rescued from living rough. She lost her teeth caps when she was raped while living rough.
As for caring and getting help, it is very difficult if not impossible to help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. Since the sixties we’ve pushed mental health into the streets and made it more and more difficult to help people who won’t accept it. It explains a big part of the current homeless situation. I’m sure there were many who tried to help Margot. In the end she killed herself.