Friday Ephemera (673)
The mystery of his uneven bangs. || An interactive map of Mars. || Dad despairs, Mom remembers. || Done with mirrors. || “Toilet air could be smelly, but the concentrations of noxious gasses are pretty low.” || Super-light, non-fade structural colour. || Hotel California. || Kidney stones. || I’m seeing a lot of thongs. || The thrill of tree surgery. || A struggle with scenery. || The progressive retail experience, parts 465, 466, and 467. || Today’s word is perseverance. || Today’s other word is throughput. || Spot the tiny excavator. || A reminder that some people are just trash. || His day took a turn. || You know, I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here. || You want one and you know it. || Erotic washing. || And finally, in practical news, how to repel women.
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The woke Taliban come after Bertie and Jeeves
“It has never been hard to tell the difference between a ray of sunshine and a miserable, blue-haired, misanthropic, pompous, nose-ringed leftie”.
Will that placate them?
I can’t find the comment since it was made at David’s former digs, but I once caused a kerfuffle by suggesting the way to ruin a British breakfast was Marmite.
They’re welcome to keep it. It’s a terrible song.
It gave rise to a personal “mondegreen”:
“On a dark desert highway/Cool wind in my hair/Warm smell of policeman/Rising up through the air”.
Hell, I was a schoolboy living with my parents in a hill village in East Lancashire in 1977. I had no idea whatsoever what a “colita” was.
And it is a terrible song.
…the way to ruin a British breakfast was Marmite.
I did not know it was even possible.
Sounds like a building material, not a food.
Speaking of culinary barbarism in America:
There are a number of similar yeast products available in other countries; these products are not directly connected to the original Marmite recipe and brand. The Australian product Vegemite was developed in early 1920s…Other products include… Cenovit, a Brazilian spread; Vitam-R, a German spread; Cenovis, a Swiss spread; and Vegex, an autolysed yeast product available in the United States since 1913.
Well, at least it’s autolysed as opposed to being deep fried, so thank heavens for small mercies.
Marmite™ waterproof flexible caulk for marine and boatbuilding use.
(Long ago I heard a joke that ended “a floor wax AND a dessert topping!”. From back when SNL was funny, maybe? I hear it in Dan Ackroyd’s voice.)
…at least it’s autolysed as opposed to being deep fried…
Fish and chips anyone? Maybe with a side of fried bread, Scotch eggs and battered sausages?
Shimmer Floor Wax is indeed a floor wax and a dessert topping – Chevy Chase, Dan Ackroyd, and Gilda Radner.
I mean, yes there are much uglier people in the world but combine that with … well the whole thing is a train wreck. A mediocre train wreck.
It’s like the opening scene of La La Land, with its mismatched collection of plain people in ugly cars, the ugliness and awkwardness being shoved in our face as a statement about genuineness, spontaneity, representation, or whatever. Compare for sharpness, freshness, co-ordination, etc with the classic dance scenes.
I’ll just leave this here.
Facts, pesky things they are, do not advance the preferred narrative.
You might want to avoid the Texas State Fair – they figured out how to fry Coca-Cola.
On the subject of miserable self-defeating wokeness:-
In January and March of this year the Walt Disney corporation closed the wonderful Brer Rabbit themed Splash Mountain rides in their Orlando and Anaheim parks due to unspecified perceived racism (waycist wabbit?).
By doing so they have cancelled the historic achievement of James Baskett who in 1948 won the first ever Oscar awarded to a black actor for his role as Uncle Remus in Song of the South.
The proper response:
It really does suck.
Have to wonder how much of this execrable nonsense is driven by the consolidation of publishers into massive conglomerates.
The Woke Taliban come after Bertie and Jeeves.
The uncensored versions of some novels are available on Project Gutenberg. Apparently not “Thank You, Jeeves”.
Apparently not “Thank You, Jeeves”.
Here you go, 1956 edition…
In other news.
Maybe this music would have been more fitting.
Nice girl mullet (gullet?) on the vocalist.
Everything’s bigger in Texas–including the barbarism.
[ Recalls the bookleggers in Farenheit 451 and A Canticle for Leibowitz ]
My problem with the AI version of Drake is that I can’t stand that genre (and never listen to it) and thus could not tell you if it is +- the original. ahahhaha
You can find self-described conservatives and libertarians who explicitly support telling such lies to make blacks feel better and to boost public perceptions of black accomplishment.
Everything’s bigger in Texas–including the barbarism.
I think we found who holds a pinkie out while sipping tea.
Actually, police can stop these crimes–with a “shoot on sight” policy.
Pity liberals are so fond of criminals.
Also this, in Chicago.
The usual suspects behave like animals, and then complain when businesses pull out of their neighborhoods and citizens avoid them while giving them a suspicious eye.
There has never been a time in which other sensibilities existed. Everything is now, and always has been.
From skimming that book, it seems that Wodehouse mentioned a teenage exuberance minstrel troupe just as a throwaway component of a comic setup to get a character to put shoe polish on his face that he then can’t get off at awkward moment.
The casualness has a meaning of its own. It’s a world where foreigners are (a) foreign, and therefore funny, and (b) not here, or if they’re here our world doesn’t revolve around them. Therefore stereotypes about foreigners can be bandied about while knowing perfectly well that they’re stereotypes and without worrying that our use of stereotypes will cause a diplomatic incident or a holocaust or something.
I wonder what a satirist like Wodehouse would make of our current rules that if you’re even suspected of regarding foreigners as funny or even as foreign, you’re a terrible person who’ll soon be hearing from the group advocates of a group that people like you aren’t allowed to regard as a group.
I LOLed
“Headless Body in Topless Bar”: 40 year anniversary
Therefore stereotypes about foreigners can be bandied about while knowing perfectly well that they’re stereotypes and without worrying that our use of stereotypes will cause a diplomatic incident or a holocaust or something.
“Excitable foreigners”, said Jack, “Jagiello is such a fine fellow that sometimes you almost forget it, but at bottom he is only a foreigner.”
“The curry was particularly strange, since Mrs. Arcanum considered foreign parts only marginally less unspeakable than private parts and therefore added the curious yellow curry powder with a very small spoon, lest everyone should suddenly tear their clothes off and do foreign things.”
Clinical psychologist is clinically insane.
True story. During the German occupation of Greece in WWII, a Spanish woman, Maria Ortirez, vactioning on the island of Collitus, met and fell in love with a German diplomat named Ernst Schnell. There they lived for a few years and eventually had a child whom the mother chose to name after his maternal grandfather, Juan. When the Germans withdrew, Ernst and his family stayed behind living quietly on the island. Life on a somewhat remote island in post war Greece was rather hard. Maria had relatives in Mexico and thinking that life closer to the much more prosperous United States likely would be better than in post war Greece, the family relocated to Mexico. By the early 1970’s their son Juan had further migrated to the United States and had found work in a California fireworks factory. Juan was quite successful if, however, a bit sloppy in his work. Unfortunately one sunny day when Juan was working there was an accident. A large explosion. As luck would have it, at this very moment Don Henly, who was staying at a nearby hotel, had just stepped out on the balcony of his room to see…Juan Schnell of Collitus rising up through the air. And thus, this is the real story behind the song Hotel California. At least it more sense than anything else I’ve heard.
Igor, are the scorpion pit renovations finished?
My OCD compels me to point out that she was, in fact, Greek.
Yeah. So after many years of that indignity, which I recall starting around age 40, my doctor (son of previous doctor who performed said indignity) informed me…”informed” me…that they not only no longer need to do that but ALSO they don’t even care anymore about the PSA test numbers. Or so he says. Many, many men have (apparently) had their prostates removed under false pretenses…or something. But I’m supposed to take his word as the God given gospel truth that shall never be questioned regarding cholesterol. And vaccines. And every damn other thing. Also, we people in Florida don’t need to be concerned about our vitamin D levels either. Even if we don’t live all 12 months in Florida…apparently. We should ignore what my wife’s doctor (who worked in that same practice until…well…whatever) said when she noticed wife’s vitamin D levels were a bit low several (pre-scamdemic) years ago. Because #SCIENCE people. #SCIENCE!!!!11!!!1111!!!! Fucking clown show.
As a matter of fact, the Egyiptian’s petition mentions that.
So, we’re doing this now?
Chicago
Pity the car didn’t behave in proper Hollywood style and explode in flames taking out a bunch of the nonentities.
Stolen security camera transmitting from burglar’s home.
Via Garbage Human. Complete with Black Lives Matter t-shirt…of course.
“On camera these burglars have been talking about stealing the tools, where to sell the tools, talking about drugs and even doing drugs”
Los Angeles…well, Compton anyway.
Also Los Angeles.
And back to Chicago at 129 N. Wabash.
We must not “demonize” these kids who are merely “starved of opportunities”.
–Chicago mayor elect Brandon Johnson