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.“
Fire fighting system of note
Florida man: Stand aside for Alabama man.
Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”?
I don’t think mine has a more ontological level.
“And if you like secrets, the castle has hidden doors and closeted gardens. “
Just check, when the estate agent shows you round, there isn’t a suspicious looking giant hollow figure made out of wicker in any of them…
And finally, with family, she used a dog-clicker.
They seems nice.
How bats pee.
I learned something today.
Morning, all.
She speaks of “basic human decency” while boasting of treating her family like animals.
She asks for so little, you see.
When you hire dysmorphic men to be police officers, a thread.
Unexpectedly!
Dysmorphic coppers.
It seems vaguely familiar. Didn’t the “community advisors” generally turn out to be terrorists?
Apparently, they’re bringing tolerance and understanding by harassing people manically, and repeatedly lying, and hoarding explosives, and attacking women with a hammer. Oh, and strangling people, obviously.
She speaks of “basic human decency” while boasting of treating her family like animals.
TBF, in the unlikely event she is not just MSU, if her family lets her treat them like that, they probably deserve to be treated like that.
“And as ye spare the pimp slap, shalt thou gain a prat” – from the Book of Ruthenium or 2 Episiotomy, I forget which.
Post updated. You may want to steady yourselves.
When you hire dysmorphic men to be police officers, a thread.
Unexpectedly!
Make that Unexpectedly™
I just unexpectedly™ found an html trick that David’s comment dialog does not handle.
Plonkerdump, finally, a sport worth watching.
And finally, with family, she used a dog-clicker.
Note the tweet’s caption, “disabled.autistic.lesbian”.
“The flowers are dying as I speak!”
Nobody told her what farmers traditionally use for fertilizer?
There is an old story about President Harry S. Truman: He was showing a visitor around his farm, and was talking at length about the importance of fertilizing the soil–lots of “well rotted manure” and “spreading the manure around”. The visitor whispered to his wife, couldn’t she get him to use a more genteel word than manure, such as maybe fertilizer? She replied, “You don’t know how long it took me to get him to say ‘manure’.”
Plonkerdump
David’s Fine Establishment is an endless source of new vocabulary. Even if the locals still do not know how to properly spell aluminum.
[ From the stock room, a vase shatters. A puppy yelps. ]
Did I hear a puppy?
I just unexpectedly™ found an html trick that David’s comment dialog does not handle.
And I found evidence of Russian Collaboration™!
[ Orders more vases. ]
A review of the new Indiana Jones movie.
A review of the new Indiana Jones movie.
Sequels. Ugh. I’d blame Hollywood for milking movies and TV shows to death, but authors do it too.
Alfred Nobel is never around when you need him, safe of note.
Cocaine Bear, a film.
Looks more entertaining than the new Indiana Jones film.
Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”?
I’m gonna need a mirror.
The safe video was way cool. It makes sense that, in an era before tumbler locks, you had to figure out elaborate ways of hiding access to the keyhole(s).
It’s like what police tell homeowners nowadays: you can’t keep a determined thief out of your house. The best you can do is delay them or force them to make such a racket they’ll go to your neighbor’s house.
Cocaine Bear, a film.
For those who want less gore in their entertainment, how about the meth scandal at the Buddhist monastery? The soundtrack: “Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope!“
[ Slides tatty-looking bag of crisps along bar. ]
On the house. They’ve hardly been touched.
: “Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope! Thai monks on dope!“
The Tubes. They could put on a show. Saw them in concert.
[ Becomes wistful thinking back to the day ]
“Anality and Listening.” Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”?
There’s even a Jacques Derrida quote. (No work of academic bullshit is complete without at least a nod to Derrida or Foucault.)
“Anality and Listening.” Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”?
Lending a new reality to the expression “he pulled that out of his ass”.
“Listening”: another great example of using big words as if that made your word salad 1) true and 2) profound. In grad school I had a prof with a sign in his office: “If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle em with bull” –and not surprisingly he practiced what he preached, allbeit in science, not music.
dog clicker: when in a family situation would you refer to someone in the second person (“he she it”) when they are present? “Jim would like a pancake” So I call BS.
I still have a precision Foucault tester up in my attic, from my days as a telescope maker. In case any of you heathens need to test for the presence of deconstruction or structuralism.
Strangest way yet to say someone has their head up their backside.
Snausage.
I still have a precision Foucault tester up in my attic, from my days as a telescope maker. In case any of you heathens need to test for the presence of deconstruction or structuralism.
In an ideal world, postmodernists could be seen only with the aid of the James Webb telescope.
His Majesty is like a stream of bat’s piss…
“Ask for explicit permission”, she says.
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.
What can she possibly mean by “token white”? I guess it’s supposed to be some sort of “shoe is on the other foot” reversal, but I can’t figure out its logic.
The premise of “token black” is that whites are and should be constantly on trial for their choice of friends or business associates. A white with no black friends is suspected of bigotry. A white with one black friend, especially if that black friend is well assimilated to white upper middle class norms, is suspected of insincere minimal compliance with the requirement to have black friends.
But non-whites aren’t suspected of bigotry for having zero or one white friends, or for having white friends but also wanting space to be among their own co-ethnics. She asserts those rights herself in the video. So it’s not a thing either for non-whites to adopt whites as tokens, or for such tokenism to be suspect.
Given that she’s Asian and bitter, is it some sort of bitterness against being a “token Asian”? Is there such a thing as a “token Asian”? Asians are already well represented in the neighborhoods, schools and workplaces of upper middle class whites. It might be a rare thing, a source of exotic street cred, for a UMC white to have a black friend, but is an Asian friend such a rare exotic thing that a white would adopt one as a token?
“Such a tragic waste of human road-blocking talent.”
Mad Max is on video blowing kisses and now we have to wonder if she’s going to fluff his pillow and pour him a flute of champagne.
Token white: My wife and I have been the only whites at some black events and family gatherings. No one blinked really. However, when my black friends asked me to preside at their daughter’s funeral (she was about 40, breast cancer), they had to endure some questioning looks. She essentially had to “come out” as having a close white friend. Oh, but black people can’t be racist. nope.
“Such a tragic waste of human road-blocking talent.”
Snork. It’s actually rather nice to see a judge give these people something other than a metaphorical slap on the wrist. Makes a pleasing change.
Anality and Listening……
Your voice has changed, but your breath still smells the same.
His Majesty is like a stream of bat’s piss…
This blog is like a jam doughnut with cream on the top.
Fundamentally, she doesn’t think of them as human.
Thai meth scandal
Back-up monks are being sent to the temple
Calling in the reserves
“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.