Friday Ephemera (665)
Artificial eye contact. || I fear suspension may be tested. || A job that calls for teamwork. || Face time. || Ah, yes, the old face-in-scrotum thing. Wait, what? || Mind the wires. || What the magician sees. || Feel the power of Mac OS 9. (h/t, Things) || Assorted starship corridors. Previously and related: The chairs of Blake’s 7, and an impressively thorough study of the chairs of Doctor Who. || The lost episodes of Doctor Who. || The thrill of trimming asparagus. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, parts 457, 458, and 459. || More things that never, ever happen. || More than is strictly necessary. || In other news. || “No-one has asked what my pronouns are. What the fuck?” || Injury of note. || Chopper casualty. || And finally, think good thoughts.
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Soon: The Chairs of Star Trek?
I should have known:
Commercially Available Chairs From Star Trek
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Anyone here enjoy the Narnia books? How about LOTR? Oh, maybe you just enjoyed an evening or three watching the Great British Railway Journeys.
UNCLEAN!!
Chopper casualty
Ducking hell!
Underboob? Or was there something else?
Well that’s not creepy at all.
Chairs of Blake’s Seven.
An ultra-rare (understandably) example of the Terraza sofa, which also featured on Doctor Who, was brought back to life in the enjoyable show “Salvage Hunters – The Restorers”
The lost episodes of Doctor Who.
Actual LOL.
““No-one has asked what my pronouns are. What the fuck?”“
Someone needs to have a word with the HR department about hiring smarter in future…
Morning, all.
It’s hard to know where to start, really.
It does rather prompt the imagination.
Somewhat related: It’s a totally bewildering mystery.
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Unhappy camper.
Feel the power of Mac OS 9.
Thanks for making me feel ancient.
I had a CompuServe flashback. I was trying to remember my first email address, which was just a series of numbers and seemingly random punctuation.
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What do you have against choristers?
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For some reason, I’m now picturing Father Jack Hackett as the Doctor. I haven’t worked out the story details yet, but it’s in black and white and there are random, profane outbursts.
Underboob? Or was there something else?
Well, that was the only important thing, but if you watch carefully you can see the magician flip the first coin from under the glass into his lap.
I had a CompuServe flashback.
Now I am having flashbacks of dial-up modems, slow connections, and being unable to receive phone calls while online.
Fear suspension may be tested…
Camp’s Bay in Cape Town, ZA, where Mrs. Oik and I often used to seek winter sunshine not all that long ago. One suspects that the ladies are returning to one of the nearby townships in the ubiquitous Toyota HiAce minibus, so worry not. Those things are near indestructible.
I do recall spending the better part of an hour downloading a two-minute film trailer, which finally materialised, roughly the size of a postcard, in glorious 480p high definition. And being impressed.
flashbacks of dial-up modems, slow connections
And 4 whatevers per second
Welcome to the Columbus, Ohio Arts District!
I’d expect nothing less from Massachusetts.
Ephemeral Indeed.
Ah I remember back in the heady early days of the internet it was full of boundless promises to connect us with all of human knowledge. These days it mainly seems to exist as a mechanism for preventing us from accessing things.
I look forward to the day when every single Friday ephemera has been scrubbed before I even get out of bed 🙁
Also
Where Wales is going – they won’t need roads.
He fucked around and found out. Now his family is suing.
There seem to be far more of these dindu nuffin lawsuits than in the past, which presumably means there are more dindu nuffin shyster lawyers.
So now hysterical, self-centered idiot females trump people with legitimate disabilities I guess.
That sightless bastard should be forced to wear a blindfold in public so that narcissists don’t think he’s staring at them.
That sightless bastard should be forced to wear a blindfold in public so that narcissists don’t think he’s staring at them.
Ear plugs too, he was no doubt drooling while listening to her set up her selfie tripod and the rustle of her skin tight leggings.
So now hysterical, self-centered idiot females trump people with legitimate disabilities I guess.
And far too many business people are willing to cater to the hysterical idiots.
Meganargs. Four whole ones per second.
Dog rescue: a thing guys do. Check videos of rescues from car wrecks–it is guys. Catching falling babies or dogs: guys. I think part of the reason women lack appreciation for guys is that life is too comfortable, with few opportunities for guys to show what they can do.
flashbacks of dial-up modems, slow connections
But the faster the connections got, the more useless crap people put on their webpages. Every time a video auto-plays when I load a page–especially the advertisements–I want to reach out and slap someone senseless.
In order to detect the loss to humanity, I’m going to need a much more powerful lens.
No one asked blue-hair lady her pronouns? I would ask her species. It looks like the red around her eyes is tatoos–OMG. My question is how did she get hired? Plenty of warning signs that she would be disruptive.
Unhappy camper: she is actually realizing that she will have to work. It isn’t capitalism. Hunter gatherers had to “work” or starve. If you were a slacker they threw you out and you died. Communists have to work. Socialists have to work. Well, in the latter two you did not have to work if you were in the elite.
dial-up modems were what we had when my kids started high school. The schools would assign homework that required internet but too bad if ours did not work at 9pm school night when the kids informed me of the need.
dial-up modems were what we had when my kids started high school. The schools would assign homework that required internet but too bad if ours did not work at 9pm school night when the kids informed me of the need.
None of that when I was in high school, only mainframes and punched cards. Minicomputers (thank you, DEC!) were a revelation when I started college.
And once again it becomes clear that I need a younger, more happening crowd in here.
[ Rummages under bar for skateboard. ]
And once again it becomes clear that I need a younger, more happening crowd in here.
You got something against Lawrence Welk and shuffleboard?
I’d throw my rocking chair at you, sonny, but I’m sitting in it.
No one asked blue-hair lady her pronouns? I would ask her species. It looks like the red around her eyes is tatoos–OMG…
Looks like razor wire tattoos. A large red flag.
[ Starts breakdancing. ]
[ Starts breakdancing. ]
[ Frowns. Orders large boombox from Amazon, along with complete works of Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, and Gene Krupa. ]
I’m now picturing Father Jack Hackett as the Doctor.
Works for me.
[ Plays Doctor Who theme music. ]
Well, that’s one way to get to work in the morning.
The days of dial-up modems, you say? Ah, yes. I remember it well…
Um. Sure sounds hard. Could you be doing it wrong?