Friday Ephemera (656)
Pianist of note. || How bats pee. || Cocaine Bear, a film. || Build quality. || “Anality and Listening.” Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”? || All things considered, it’s not that bad. || 25 years ago, “4,756,940 pieces of Lego” were lost at sea. (h/t, Things) || When you hire dysmorphic men to be police officers, a thread. || Previously. || “Ask for explicit permission,” she says. Just imagine being that cow. || “Where did wokeness come from?” A podcast. || The progressive retail experience, parts 447, 448, and 449. || Whale heart. || Forbidden love. || A.I. generates a 1987 Radio Shack catalogue. || Incoming. || Seventeenth-century castle for sale. With its own island, obviously. || And finally, with family, she used a dog-clicker.
Update, via Dr Westerhaus: “The flowers are dying.“
“Anality and Listening.”
Is a fart the rectal equivalent of tinnititus?
Stream of bat’s piss
I like the way he shakes himself to avoid the last drop going up his nose
I haven’t even been watching, don’t really care much anymore, and I still found this funny.
I haven’t even been watching, don’t really care much anymore…
I don’t even care enough to make a generic joke about soccer.
“Like many black militants, she has abandoned her English name and adopted an African one. That being so, it does seem fair to ask where she thinks she is from“.
“Many young people whose parents were born in Jamaica or Pakistan describe themselves as Jamaican or Pakistani, even if they were actually born in [the UK]. I think it would be fair to say that Jamaica or Pakistan is where they feel they are really from“
Tuesday will see the funeral of Jiang Zemin in Beijing (to be televised live, as the saying goes) during which there will be a three-minute silence. The Hong Kong administration has decreed that all government staff shall observe the silence.
However, in the interests of fairness and equality
All government vessels will conduct three minutes’ honk during the mourning in silence.
“Many young people whose parents were born in Jamaica or Pakistan describe themselves as Jamaican or Pakistani, even if they were actually born in [the UK]. I think it would be fair to say that Jamaica or Pakistan is where they feel they are really from“
She, and all like her, should be invited to “return” to Jamaica and Pakistan with all possible speed.
If only the people of the United States had been asked for explicit permission to let her family immigrate. Because some people might not want to put up with her shenanigans on any given day or in any given lifetime.
I have lost track of the number of liberal acquaintances who have told me that only racists and jingoists would oppose open-borders policies and would demand that criminals and those who will not assimilate should be denied entry.
A review of the new Indiana Jones movie.
What’s so sad about this is that Indy movies have to be the easiest things in the world to make. They’re formulaic Bond films. Cast Chris Pratt as Indy in the reboot, doctor a rejected Bond screenplay, make it about tracking down Alexander’s tomb or the lost library of Alexandria or something.
How bats pee
That’s . . . that’s . . . adorable.
Thought I had seen this here, but maybe not. In discussion with a friend on FB it occurred to me that there’s an additional level of hopelessness here in that they have managed to scare the crap out of people…well Canadians anyway…to such a degree, subjugated their sense of agency, that people don’t believe they can even kill themselves without the help of an expert.
There was a bloke who used to go around my dad’s home town with a horse and cart selling manure to local gardeners. He was known as Shite Alec.
Dad’s story of him delivering to the local minister is, without any shadow of a doubt, the funniest thing I ever heard. Unfortunately I can’t remember the details very clearly because I was laughing so hard.
Fact check: True.
Totes normal.
Good thing Bluto Blutarsky isn’t around.
There was a bloke who used to go around my dad’s home town with a horse and cart selling manure to local gardeners. He was known as Shite Alec.
Are you sure his name wasn’t Quackser Fortune?
Fact check: True.
No, I would make the clown look much more sinister.
Good thing Bluto Blutarsky isn’t around.
Are we supposed to recognize that man?
Are we supposed to recognize that man?
Yes, it is Megan’s husband.
safe of note.
desk of note.
Having seen his videos for some time now, Mr Marsh strikes me as someone forever teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Mr Marsh et al: the rapidity with which their faces twitch suggests that they have little control over their thoughts/emotions. It is a tell. It isn’t even that normal women are like that–it is also a tell for actual women who are nuts that are featured here. A normal person’s face doesn’t move around that much in an entire day.
His seems to be a contrived, unsustainable, very brittle personality. One that could easily crack and shatter. Just one bad day, one unflattering reflection.
One unflattering reflection.
As opposed to what precisely?
That’s . . . that’s . . . adorable.
Bat’s get away with murder.
If I hung from the shower bar to pee, I can guarantee my wife wouldn’t think it was adorable.
his lawyer says he is “a self-proclaimed man of faith.”
This is becoming a regular thing: The violent criminal who is portrayed as a good Christian. I have even seen quotes from relatives of criminals who were killed by their victims or by the police, proclaiming that Jesus has a special place in Heaven for murderous thugs. It gets you wondering about the nature of the churches in their neighborhoods.
You can skip the video and go straight to the comments. ::snort::
I see Steve is plugging his OnlyFans again.
Adventures in public transportation.
I see Steve is plugging his OnlyFans again.
Don’t judge me. A man’s gotta make a living.
[ Writes Christmas cards. ]
Pitching Rings of Power
Darleen, my left eye is never going to recover from that comment thread.