Friday Ephemera (666)
It’s called health-conscious cooking, darling. || Modern dating. And yes, she’s a Guardian contributor. || You know, I’m no expert but I’m not sure it’s meant to do that. || Same deal here. || Today’s word is suddenly. || Classroom scenes. Well, at least it’s keeping the kids quiet. || Incoming. || Look, I’ll tell you when to stop. || “Is mine normal?” she asked. (NSFW) || Neighbourhood of note. || Signalling detected. || Moral conundrum: gum or matches? || More joys of public transport. || It will tock again. || Waiting room scenes. (h/t, Julia) || She was wearing strange clothing and carrying a box. || Zoomable tree of life. || As a lair, this baby has potential. (h/t, Things) || I’m not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing. || And finally, not quite a force-field, but I suppose it’s a start.
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Friday Ephemera 666
There are no coincidences.
Friday Ephemera 666
There are no coincidences.
The devil, you say!
As a lair, this baby has potential.
David, lots of space for minions. Can you fill it?
[ Gauntlet is dropped. ]
I’m not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
In the interest of science, I need to see it done without the t-shirt.
There’s a person on this thread named TerrorJester. He is the personification of everything wrong with design today. And not just design. The profound refusal to accept reality is thick.
And when she tweets that she’s going to take revenge by searching for the man’s name in court records, wouldn’t any reputable news organization treat that as grounds for dismissal? If she were my neighbor, she would go on my “do not call 911 for them” list.
Really? I tell you, I gotta plead ignorance on this thing, because if anyone had told me that was a human sex organ…I mean at some point…well like someone there said it looks more like a calzone. Not one…ah, nevermind…
…wouldn’t any reputable news organization treat that as grounds for dismissal…
Guardian contributor, case closed.
I tell you, I gotta plead ignorance on this thing,
First, one would think that someone so convinced she was a man would know, at least have half a clue, what a real johnson looks like.
Second, this is why it never pays to go to strange and exotic lands for cut rate plastic surgery – not that the so-called reputable surgeons can make one that looks real, but at least they will put it where it is supposed to be.
Gum, near the scalp. Less likely to go to prison but still entertaining.
Incoming.
*hides under table*
“Is mine normal?” she asked.
Good job she went to a medical professional.
Morning, all.
I’m still rather taken aback by the rudeness of it. I mean, how does one become that selfish?
In coming years, I suspect we’ll be seeing an awful lot of lawsuits.
All things considered, he’s taking it quite well.
I mean, how does one become that selfish?
By having parents who didn’t teach you manners?
I’m generally punctilious about personal space. And violations of it strike me as terribly common, in the pejorative sense. I have been known to judge people based on their behaviour in a supermarket checkout queue and whether there’s any needless crowding, as when all but piling their shopping on top of your own. As if it would somehow get them to the car park, or bus stop, any quicker.
It’s a hill I would die on.
As if it would somehow get them to the car park, or bus stop, any quicker.
LOL
Post of the beast.
(I recall this going on for quite some time in one of the sci groups on Usenet)
It’s a hill I would die on.
I’ll join you.
I was once at a checkout and the woman immediately behind me actually started nudging the plastic divider thing that sits on the conveyor belt between your shopping and that of the next customer. As if compressing my groceries into a smaller but taller pile would somehow be of benefit. A, shall we say, meaningful look deterred further encroachment.
“Is mine normal?”
No refunds. No credit note.
Somewhat related, another triumph of surgical affirmation. Again, not suitable for work, or for the squeamish.
The watch restoration is amazing.
Modern dating: “Guess who’s name”. Journalistic standards I see.
It’s precisely the kind of thing I would not have the patience for. Or indeed the skill.
It’s almost too perfect.
Gum or Matches?
Simply lean forward and sneeze several times (hacking coughs are also acceptable) for plausible deniability.
Not familiar with the kind of thing?
At first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth glances my impression is that those are rather fine examples of their type. A shame about the shoulder tattoo when she has so much more to offer the casual observer.
It occurs to me that I may not be the target audience. I mean, to the extent that I have a preference, I suppose I’d rather they were tidy.
[ Straightens coasters. ]
The watch restoration is amazing.
It is a quartz movement, so really all the guy has done is clean the case and swap out all the other bits including the movement.
This guy, on the other hand, with step by step explanation of what he is doing and what the bits do, does truly amazing work on real watches.
Meanwhile in the Great White North, some “academics” are going to decolonize light.
No, really…
…which is easier than understanding it as something that involves all that math and logic, I guess.
Read through the thing, it is genuine frontier academic gibberish. Have a buzzword bingo card prepared, not recommended for a drinking game unless you want to get really hammered.
[ Clears throat. ]
[ Clears throat. ]
TBF, I don’t have your database of absurdities, so what harm if it is brought to light again?
Meanwhile…
Heh A;
Heh B.
Trying to picture our host’s face…
It was quite extraordinary. The items that so offended the woman weren’t scattered about. There wasn’t an acreage of wasted space or anything. My groceries were practically tessellated. But even this feat of organisation proved insufficient to prevent the tight-ass twitching.
I’m not entirely familiar with the kind of thing I’m hearing.
Lisa with her AI art brings us horrors beyond our comprehension.
Neighborhood: if there was ever a time to get all the groceries in one trip, this is it.
Phalloplasty: well, I had to look, but now I’m sorry I did. Wish eye bleach was real. Hurts just to look at it.
Suddenly: of all the crazy things that could happen, he seemed to be prepared. wow.
It’s impressive, yes, but it’s a pity he’s put all that time and effort into restoring a fake Vacheron Constantin rather than a watch actually worthy of the effort.
arrow: he must have walked to the ER because he couldn’t get in a car like that. Great dad though, the son is still alive.
“Your mother must never hear of this.”
decolonize light: “science as a social field”–in the case of Newton, it was an “anti-social” field.
Seriously, physics attracts the most nerdy and thing-obsessed people, which most women are not. If you can do the work, no one cares if you are green or blue. In fact Indians and Asians make up a big proportion of the field.
What’s more, the guys are delighted to have some female colleagues.
Hold that thought.
As noted in the post on these intersectional grifters, they repeatedly invoke “marginalisation,” as if it were proof of virtue and high purpose, yet fail to demonstrate any. Apparently, we must take this professed victimhood and injustice on trust – and assume the position. Just as they invoke “indigenous bodies of knowledge” to which we must defer, as if the very secrets of Creation were on offer, while carefully avoiding any actual particulars, lest we laugh:
In a saner world, these two-bit parasites would be chased out of the village. With nail guns and fire.
Thanks, Muldoon. I had thought that David had posted something similar a while back about a far more expensive mechanical watch as well. But thanks for posting this one. It looks exactly like my uncle’s (USAAC who is currently buried in Tunisia) watch that I wore every day to grade school. The slightly odd shaped hands and the face reminded me of it. I have wonder what happened to it. The nearly 30 year old leather wrist strap broke at some point and last I remember it was in my box of odd things that a 12 year boy old keeps.
This one, via Elephant’s Gerald, is also worth a squint.
Oh wait. Same guy.
Just repeat to yourself over and over, “It was only a bad calzone, it was only a bad calzone…”. Does that help you any?
The niece of a friend/classmate of mine was in a car accident about 20 years ago or so and had a rod of some sort through her chest that pinned her to the seat. They were able to remove it, at the hospital of course, and she has been fine ever since.
“Is mine normal?” she asked
This is alarming on several levels. On what kind of fantasy level do so many people exist who believe plastic/reconstructive surgery can ‘make stuff’ that looks (let alone functions) like the original equipment? Oh, yes, reconstructive surgery has come a long long way in helping people recover from catastrophic injuries from accidents or cancer. But it is still clear to any casual observer that “work has been done” (see: Madonna)
But making body parts that never existed is even a step beyond reconstruction. Women who have had mastectomies due to cancer and opt for reconstruction are not guaranteed any successful outcome. Infection, rejection, complications with scarring, pain, etc. And that new skin has to come from somewhere else on the body so there’s a whole different site now subject to invasive procedures in order to harvest tissue. And it will never fully look like a real breast.
And breasts are very simple objects when compared to a penis. Was this girl not shown any pictures of what she was getting? Was she just patted on the head and told what a good candidate she was for having her body carved up and sewn back together … just sign here, dear, and we’ll take your check now.
This idea that body parts should be considered like after-market accessories is, frankly, criminal. Or should be.
“… guess who’s name I’m running through the court records tonight…” A “journalist” who doesn’t know that “who’s” means “who is” or “who has.” Color me surprised.
Not too long ago, pre-Elon Musk, Twitter’s moderators – a remarkable number of whom were themselves sexually dysmorphic – were shutting down accounts that dared to share photographs of the aftermath of such surgical adventures, even when accompanied by an adult filter / warning page.
For those with strong stomachs, we’ve been down this hole before.
Adventures in publik skool
And couldn’t have anything to do with the relentless indoctrination of kids that yt people are irredeemably evil.
Your comment made John Varley sad. 😉