Friday Ephemera (670)
As old as time, the awkward threesome. || You want one and you know it. || Broad daylight heist. || Happy ending. || Today her name is Horus. || “Emily is a woman,” says Dr Fielding. || Fatty Fatgirl and other fashion brands. || Because you demanded it, the thrill of women’s basketball. || On concept cars. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || A compendium of CT scans. || Cocaine cat and other tales. || Shuttlecock calibration. || Today’s word is predation. || She’s not driving, she’s travelling. || Temple of note. || Fresh milk with bits. || Bit much, really. || Nommy nommy nom. || That’s not what I was expecting. || Trampoline 2.0 || And finally, because you deserve it, a project for the weekend.
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Speed of electrons is down, David: It took 5 minutes for your post to cross the Atlantic.
7 p.m. EDT where’s Phryday Ephemera?
Then I realized that over ‘ome you live in the dark for a little bit longer than we do here in the colonies.
Do not drink the Tudor milk. Do not drink.
As old as time, the awkward threesome.
Your average polyamory relationship. Someone’s always left out.
Breaking: Italy announces crash program to build its own nuclear missiles.
A “don’t do drugs” PSA from Portland.
Tennessee no less. Pat Summit must be spinning in her grave. Much like women’s soccer, watching modern women’s basketball is way too angsty for me. Ironically, somewhat, there was a half-court version that I remember watching that I found interesting because it was pass oriented. Stumbled upon it channel surfing back in the 70’s or 80’s IIRC. This of course had to be snuffed out.
The current state of the city of Portland is itself a “don’t do drugs” PSA.
Happy ending
What a shame for her (it?)
Time with my grandparents, both lots, were just the best when I was growing up.
Excellento.
Morning, all.
It has a certain… charm.
‘Nommy nommy nom.‘
So fluffy!
What..?
‘That’s not what I was expecting. ‘
No, me neither! Unless it’s from Oz, and he was there to feast on dunny spiders?
Dr Fielding is full of shit.
Well, yes. But it’s fashionable shit, and that’s what matters.
Dr Fielding, who pointedly uses her ‘Dr’ honorific, lectures on “media” and “strategic communication” at the University of Adelaide. She is, she says, “obsessed with fairness.” Which is why unhinged homicidal men who try to kill people with explosives and projectile masonry should have their delusions and lies deferred to, by everyone, including, presumably, the family of any victims. In her mind, we must all pretend – which is to say, become dishonest – in order to be fair.
“A person is a woman if they decide they are,” we’re told. Because, it turns out, one can just will these things, or claim them, even at the drop of a hat and for transparently self-serving reasons. And the rest of us must play along and tie ourselves in knots, regardless of the absurdity or the insult to our probity. Not to lie would, says Dr Fielding, be “nasty, bigoted and exclusionary.” We “don’t get to decide” what Mr Hari is. The evidence of our own eyes, and of any scientific tool one could bring to bear, is somehow inadmissible. But Dr Fielding gets to decide that the rest of us must be scolded and called names for failing to hallucinate.
Because terrorists have feelings too.
Inevitably, Dr Fielding is now telling her Twitter followers that she’s feeling “drained and quite emotional” after enduring a “tsunami of hate.” By which she means other women saying that actually they’d rather not pretend that a demented homicidal man is somehow, suddenly, a woman and entitled to indulgence as such.
Followers now telling her she’s stunning and brave.
She’s not driving, she’s travelling.
Reminds me of SockPuppetMaster99 who humorously animates these exchanges between the police and people they stop.
Apparently, she’s “courageous,” heroic, an inspiration to us all.
But the familiar pattern is hard to miss. I sometimes wonder how these people know, with an eerie uniformity, the rules of their little performance. The dance one has to do. Such that, when you publicly say something stupid and insulting, and then get corrections and pushback from a few of the people you’ve casually insulted, you must then affect victimhood and deep emotional wounding, while waiting for cooing and applause. Is there a memo, a cheat sheet…?
The fried eggs on the breakfast pizza look distinctly undercooked. As do the mushrooms. More importantly where’s the black pudding?
2/10.
p.s. for the benefit of our American friends the meat on the bottom is bacon.
The cruelty of progressive compassion: “In the 5-6 years before he died, Travis Berge had 47 criminal cases brought against him, including the attempted rape of a homeless woman. He had 35 criminal convictions. These include assaults, attempted rapes, fighting with police officers.” Not to mention murdering his girlfriend.
He liked taking meth, he was proud of his extensive criminal record, but he often had flowers in his hair so it’s all good, bro.
Dog relocation.
Miffed deity.
Think quickly.
From the comments: “Jess Dobkin’s It’s Not Easy Being Green ‘a jaw-dropping, show-stopping performance.’ At several performance and queer arts festivals in Toronto in 2009i, Dobkins painted herself entirely green and lip-synced a Kermit the Frog song while her partner (dressed as Jim Henson) penetrated her with a gloved fist in a new take on the ventriloquist act.”
The arts, they ennoble.
Note “queer arts festivals”: Prefixing “art” with any ideological term is often a warning sign of not just bad ideology but also bad or nonexistent art.
Don’t forget all the snow over there, too!
…the meat on the bottom is bacon.
You misspelled “very thin small slice of anemic looking ham” as “bacon”.
Yes there is a clear language barrier.
What we call bacon you call anaemic looking ham.
What you call bacon we call Frazzles.
Ron James on Air Canada on-flight sandwiches:
“And in the middle was a slice of ham so thin the pig never even felt it comin’ off his arse.”
Yes, a weekend with my grandparents was a rare treat. Doubtless one for my parents too.
Did you notice that she does not name the “sexist movie”? Of course.
It’s remarkable how some people can boast of their own nakedly petty spitefulness, on video, in public, as if it were a virtue, a credential of some kind, and while expecting to be applauded for it.
Travis Berge had 47 criminal cases brought against him
In 5-6 years? And still out of jail? That is what is mind boggling.
What you call bacon we call Frazzles.
No, just no, those are made of corn, “…and are vegan friendly…”, proper bacon is made of pigs and will induce seizures in vegans.
I live in the middle of nowhere and can get Marmite, of all obtuse grocery items, there must be someplace you can get proper ‘Murkan bacon* – a ‘Murkan section of ASDA or the like, or get someone to take you to a BX at Mildenhall. Maybe a lend-lease, I cannot imagine the suffering for the lack.
*(and not “streaky bacon”)
At some point, the obvious solution is a rickety raft and the Atlantic. Preferably, during a storm.
Legal battle of the century, the injuries to the plaintiff are beyond horrific.
A USA Today woman of the year.
Alternate headline, ” obscenely wealthy Hollywood b*tch cannot ski. Runs over old man”. More accurate as well.
USA Today Women of the Year nominees.
Good grief! What looks like an actual Republican (Idaho) has somehow slipped through the net alongside all the transgenders, native Americans and, judging by the photos, henchlesbians.
My favourite bio was this stunning achievement from Ms Missouri:-
“She’s helped bring some of the world’s most prominent sporting events to Kansas City, including the 2023 NFL Draft and the 2026 women’s World Cup”.
That word prominent. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Refreshingly honest.
I’m in my fifties and I’m laughing at a fart joke.
The important thing is you’re laughing.
True. 🙂
Persistence is not always a virtue.
Bobcat Goldthwait paints?
Hearing ‘moot’ pronounced as ‘mute’ grates.
When I read that, I thought I’d be seeing “traveller” scofflaws.
Allan Sherman had thoughts.
In marketing.