Friday Ephemera (672)
Bonus bounce. || His is bigger. || I bring you the arts. || Being overly curious. || Best not to, really. || The thrill of laundry. || In a gentleman’s colon, obviously. || Guys, you’re not helping. || Hair crisis. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || In case you were wondering. || I want one and so do you. || “Within walking distance” – Apollo 12, lightning strikes, and Playboy bunnies. || The progressive retail experience, parts 462, 463 and 464. || Always respect the media. || Pagbag. || I’m guessing some of you will have an opinion on this. || When you’re unaccustomed to consequences. || Direct hit. || I didn’t know this was a thing. || “Thank you.” || Two types of customer, or a lesson in the aforementioned consequences. || And finally, via Mark, the volume control interfaces you’ve always dreamed of.
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Again, ideally, it’s the kind of thing that should happen every damn time. Whether it’s a besuited sociopath or some other vile, screeching ego, it should end up on the floor, utterly humiliated.
Years ago, I walked into a small newsagent’s that I used to frequent. The owner, an Indian chap, was being harassed and robbed of stock by a black youth of about 14 or so. The youth was shouting racial epithets and smashing up displays, throwing stock about, etc. Generally exulting in his power to be threatening and to ruin someone’s day.
Without much thinking about it, I grabbed the youth by the throat (from behind, it seemed safer), hauled him outside and threw him onto the pavement. The look of startled disbelief was definitely worth the effort. Afterwards, the owner explained that, despite onlookers being present, no-one had acted, at all, when his wife was being similarly menaced.
Kudos to you David but with our minority-friendly police force/social services/legal system plus the knowledge that in the UK certain pre-teens carry knives and hunt in packs I very much doubt if I would have done as much.
On the subject of feral youth the story highlighted yesterday by WTP about the 3 young killers in central Florida has already been memory-holed by the media. The same thing happened to last weeks case of the 6 year-old thug shooting his teacher. Wrong colour victims in each case. Even the fact that they were women counts for nothing nowadays.
Confession time re the “happy ending”. I have been highly sceptical about the enthusiasm for wrestling as a competitive sport in middle American schools. That effortless takedown by the dude with the big arms tells me I was very wrong.
It was hardly heroic and I didn’t feel in any significant danger. I was, however, quite annoyed.
I was, however, quite annoyed.
What if you had been not just annoyed but cross?
https://www.eetimes.com/england-raises-security-level-from-miffed-to-peeved/
Time to give this another airing.
CCScientist:
Global Warming (or Climate Change) caused baseball players to start juicing, don’t you know.
And then there’s this ad campaign from almost 25 years ago.
Capitalism: as if people didn’t have to work before capitalism was invented. hahahaha. The primary form of work was slavery of one sort or another. Outright slavery or feudalism where you were tied to the land and could not leave or if in a town had to take the same job as your father, and if he cleaned latrines then so did you. Her idea that you can just go chop some wood when you get cold….so childish. Who is going to make the axe to chop the wood? Is she with a few friends going to feel like building a steel mill and making some steel for fun? She is the same type who will open a hippie muffin shop and borrow money from the bank for it and not realize that is “capitalism”. FFS
Are you an Inca assigned male at birth who fulfills a third gender role that is often spiritual in nature?
If so you will be pleased to know that the preferred term for you is “Quariwarmi”.
Did you know that the preferred term for “Queer White People” is “White Queer People” – if not, now you can use inclusive language instead of colonial English!
Males and those identifying as males and named in honor of Polkovnik Gagarin will be pleased to learn they are Alphabet Allies™.
These bits of useful information and much much more are brought to us by the most essential project to expand
man’shumankind’s knowledge and, as seen here the other day (funded by over a third million clams by the present administration to be translated into Spanish), The Homosaurus, link to which provided by the good folks at Powerline.A link to the Powerline post, please?
Why is it called that? One storehouse? One lizard? Do these people even language, dude?
A link to the Powerline post, please?
Fourth paragraph, second sentence. Follow the links from there.
Meanwhile, for those of you unfortunate never have to have been to a Buc-ee’s, please enjoy this brief Tour Of Their Restrooms.
Why is it called that?
Presumbaly derived from Thesaurus, of Roget fame.
Thank you. From the link:
You may wonder why it is the business of government to fund this stuff.
The Thesaurus is a corduroy-covered monster that recites synonyms as it devours you.
The Homosaurus is a leather- or chiffon-covered monster that recites political tracts as it beats you to death.
Presumably derived from Thesaurus, of Roget fame.
Most likely, as it gives “definitions” and “Preferred terms” the latter of which are roughly analogous to synonyms although there can be problems with both.
Calling oneself a “crip” might not be the best idea in some cities with a rich and diverse gang culture.
[ 14°, windows open, birdsong. ]
Capitalism: (sorry can’t let it go)–try China, communist, not capitalist. Do people just go chop wood when they are cold? Do they get to hang out and only do work that is “meaningful” as a part of “community”? ahahahaha no. How about a fishing village in the Philippines? Not a capitalist in sight but no cell phones either. This girl is upset that life isn’t fun and easy at all times. Her beef is with reality.
windows open, birdsong
Mine just dings, is that a new setting on 11 or something?
Meanwhile, more push back as the ladies show how to do it.
Pass me your coat.
[ Fetches lighter fluid, matches. ]
Pass me your coat.
Sorry, I wore the asbestos and Nomex one today.
Bear with me here as I try to unravel this riddle wrapped in a Chinese finger trap, inside a Rubik’s Cube:
Man 1 claiming to be a lesbian hits on Man 2 claiming to be a lesbian. Now to those of me unschooled in Critical Gender Theory and Other Angry Woo this would appear to be what used to be called an ordinary gay or MSM proposition.
However, Man 2 thinks this is weird and declines because he wants to be a lesbian with a real female lesbian or what those of me untutored in gender nuances used to call heterosexual sex, but with extra steps.
Man 1 is chagrined because of the rebuff.
This is a level of contortion that would make a Klein bottle seem like a straightedge.
The rebuff included “you’re fucking weird”. And just looking at this confused person is enough to set off the “weird” alarms, with his facial piercings and clown eye shadow and chain link necklace and bizarre fingernails.
Where is everybody? No comments in over 5 hours. Must provoke a response…
Parisian animal rights advocates say rats are good for the city, not a health danger.
Will rat-loving Froggies become more of an international public health danger than British soccer fans?
I’m practicing restraint. It’s not my best attribute. It goes something like this…Say something? No, you just did. Say something? No, that’s a thing but not that big a thing. Say something? No. That would be bloody obvious and thus stupid. Say something? No. Don’t want to open another front right now. Say something? No. Face it dude, no one cares about that. Say something? No. Face it dude…nevermind. Say something? No. That band name thing needs to take a rest. Say something? No. He/she/they/xem/fsdggfrghjhyhjvdswefggf is right. That probably is a better band name than an album or track name so let it go. Say something? Oh, fuck it…And here we are.
I’m practicing restraint.
I’m taking that as a moment of ironic self-awareness. ;-p
Meanwhile, Khrystos voskres.
I’ll practice restraint when I go to bed shortly. Meanwhile, here’s this. Just because.
Christus vobiscum.
Sigh. You get me! You really get me!
OK…that bloody obvious and thus stupid thing…
That’s not exactly orthodox is it?
That’s not exactly orthodox is it?
One of the few Ukrainian phrases I actually remember from my grandmother. The greeting is Khrystos voskres (Christ is risen), the response is Voistynu voskres (Indeed he is risen). Easter was a big deal at her house. It’s the end of lent so it’s a feast day. By tradition, there had to be at least twelve different dishes on the table (one for each apostle?). And then there were the multiple shots–for most Ukrainians vodka, for grandma it was rye. By the end of dinner her cheeks were bright red because she’d had at least three or four shots of rye.
No, you first. I insist.
The problems of passing, part 3,062.
Yeah, but Orthodox Easter is next week, the 16th, right?
The problems of passing, part 3,062.
Ignoring that he hasn’t received the block of instruction that women in general don’t go around sitting spread eagle, it is clearly a conundrum that underwear not designed to contain a gentleman’s naughty bits don’t.
Meanwhile, this Dylan chap’s branding is going too far.
Third world fairground.
Makes “redneck rollercoaster” videos look extremely tame. Well maybe not all of them:-
https://youtu.be/jxxRCkD0TSU
Rats in the City
Any other fans of Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere out there?
P.s. Ping. Happy Easter David. Maybe with some over-the-top Heston Blumenthal eggs from Waitrose?
Bless you, sir. May all of your undergarments be quietly stylish and in excellent condition, not shattered wrecks of failed elastication.
Right, I’m heading out into the Peak District to absorb some pleasing scenery.
Play nicely. Use coasters.
I think it’s the people fucking Man 1 or Man 2 who are the ones fucking weird.
Nor allow your nether regions to fall out while wearing shorts.
Canadian space program. 😐
Well…
Neverwhere is excellent.
“If you prick us, do we not bleed?”
” … No. “
He’s “rebelling” against standards.
The animal rights crowd would best serve by following Timothy Treadwell.
The book. Never saw the series.
He’s immuring his pupils in poverty & ignorance.
But it’s very much the done thing, feeding on failure and resentment.
One might call them parasites.
And that’s what they seem to want. Check out these election maps by precinct and by ward.
A bookshop would be nice. Especially if it also sold music and had a stereo system. But a comfortable bed or sofa would be essential.
I was kind of hoping that he’d be found dead by suicide, or would commit suicide by cop when cornered.