Friday Ephemera (677)
The burger commercial we deserve. || I believe this is what’s known as booty. || “The aesthetics of the scrotum is little explored.” || Regarding lyrics. Somewhat related. || The Nostromo aesthetic. The videos about Kubrick are also worth a peek. || Slappy face. || Suboptimal road surface. || Communing with asphalt. || It’s a sport like any other. || Pulitzer Prize. || I did not know they do that. || Do you like what you see? || Snug manoeuvre. || Never, you say. || She wanted “water and a cigarette.” || Choose wisely. || And what instrument do you play? || Today’s word is pursuit. || Pronouns, obviously. || Her pronouns, however, are way more complicated, so I guess she wins. || The perils of imported Monster Munch. || Feathered creature hears things. || And finally, in uplifting news, the wonders that make-up can do.
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“As a naval officer I abhor the implication that the Royal Navy is a haven for cannibalism. It is well known that we have the problem relatively under control, and that it is the R.A.F. who now suffer the largest casualties in this area.”
Palate cleanser needed: The Japanese Minister of Health will make you better. Or at least feel better.
Looks safe enough.
More Portland scenes. Where would we be without the Wise Progressive Minds that have created this utopia?
Deporting our ruling elites to Somalia is an increasingly appealing idea.
the wonders that make-up can do.
The wonders amputation can do.
Do you like what you see?
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of mummy-doesn’t-love-me blues
Reality it seems is just a dream
She couldn’t get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who’s just sixteen
And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice it’s my turn today
Elton John was prescient.
I see what you did there.
Today’s word is pursuit.
The non sped up version – still impressive
Morning, all.
Have these mad women never been told ‘no’?
Well, indeed. Something tells me that continual affirmation is not going to be helpful in the long run. Quite the opposite.
You know, for kids.
“Comments turned off” Natch.
Again, one has to wonder why so many people – usually white, middle-class ‘progressive’ women – seem to think that cartoonish transvestism is some unassailable, not-at-all-insulting shorthand for being gay. As if “story time drag queens” – a remarkable number of whom turn out to be registered sex offenders – were role models and natural objects of kinship.
As if being lurid and grotesque, or mentally ill, or a chronic molester of children, would be an obvious ambition. A way to feel good about oneself.
A lot can happen in 9 seconds.
Thanks for that. Still laughing.
It does rather capture something of our times.
Oh, and the dogmatic, tin-eared misreading of Baby, It’s Cold Outside has been mentioned here before.
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Scrota
Back in 1958 I was a student unpaid helper at the XVth International Congress of Zoology in London commemorating the centenary of something to do with Charles Darwin. At one of the side events a paper was presented of the effect of the flight or fight response on the testicular ascent and descent in rats. (Even back then, grant submissions were weird). Of course the effect on the rat’s scrotum was closely linked to the tightness or otherwise of the testicles.
The contribution that the 3rd author and only male should have made (or demonstrated) to his co-authors is that the change in the appearance of a scrotum can be very rapid depending on a host of factors and their pre-supposition of their being an ideal could never be achieved. A simple dunking of the test subjects in a cold bath would have been instructive.
One hopes the ladies enjoyed their experimentations, however.
That’s really good. “A demonstration, were one needed, of how rote feminism can bleach away any trace of subtlety.” 😀
Well, I think the points made in the post are actually fairly obvious. What’s remarkable is the dogmatism of those who tut and disapprove – these self-styled sophisticates, who applaud themselves for their own ignorance and inability to, you know, listen.
Did someone spike my drink?
Sound medical advice.
I’ll bet this is a real page turner.
Promises to be even more disgustingly awful than the Kirk/Spock fan fiction people showed me back in the 70’s. And more embarrassingly revealing of personality defects that should remain hidden.
Pulitzer Prize.
Women have front holes, only Potemkinwomen have vaginas, and more Deep Thought™ related to the above.
Or, People With Serious Mental Health Problems Have Serious Mental Health Problems.
Hm. Burger commercial seems a bit, well… French.
“– a remarkable number of whom turn out to be registered sex offenders –”
Interesting, that, as a seemingly common response ’round the interwebs is the line about “only 20 to 25 percent of registered sex offenders are lbgtq2sb3549″…
Maths is hard. Something like .3 are responsible for 20 percent of said crimes? Ain’t the snappy comeback some think it is.
As noted previously, the sexually dysmorphic, as a group, indulge in serious sexual offences, including paedophilia, at much higher rates than the wider population.
Ditto drag queens.
But hey, let’s listen to Charlize.
I’m fairly sure we’ve marvelled at this before, but still.
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
And in public toilet news.
Speaking of commercials, just saw a bud light one: pretty girl is carrying 5 glasses of beer through a crowded bar and is almost getting bumped multiple times. It is supposed to create a focus on the beer and for us to cheer when she makes it. Back to the old bud light world view with no trans in sight. Assumes we all have short memories.
Oh sure, it is “research” but just try asking randoms to look at your balls and see what happens.
The news I see there is the obvious intent. Otherwise…my high school, for the four years I was there ending in 1980, one boys’ stall, the one that you would be looking directly into as you turned the corner to enter, had no door. It broke or whatever and they never replaced it. Fortunately(?) on the side of campus, which at one time was a totally separate school, there was another bathroom. Fast forward 15-20 years I get involved in mentoring students at a high school near my work. First day I decide to stop in the boys’ room to adjust my tie and such I enter to find that all the stalls, not the urinals now, the proper toilet stalls, had “walls” between them that were only about three or four feet high. By design. No one care.
Kubrik: in high school my 2 buddies watched 2001 maybe 4 times on acid and then hopped in their car and drove out west. Looking for monoliths?
It’s amazing how many “liberals” self-nominate for the role of “person who should be seen as a danger to the community”.
Furthermore, crime is not a problem for downtown retailers in our major cities. We just have too many stores. These are business journalists. They don’t just make crap up, you know.
In short, no.
No refunds. Credit note only.
A burqa wouldn’t be of much assistance here.
Street sumo?
A good time was had by most.
I’m just going to leave this here and then bubble-wrap the breakables.
And finally, in uplifting news, the wonders that make-up can do.
Many such cases, along with the miracle of estrogen, of which there are also many such cases, along with wholesale delusions and/or very poor eyesight.
As an aside, for all the deluded and/or visually challenged, it is not hormone replacement therapy as you never had it to replace, it is hormone addition “therapy”.
Yes. Funny thing about that…
What? The doctors …”doctors”…can’t suck the testosterone out of the trannies’ bodies? Have they tried feeding them wedding cake?
“I’m literally a fucking 10”.
Unclear 10 what, but stopping a Jack-in-the-Box™ is on point, as the kids say.
Also – Weeezy, spelled wrong, but probably accurate.
Yeah, about that whole “eating my feelings” thing…
…about that whole “eating my feelings”…
In case anyone was queuing up to get with a 10, Wheeezy is another miracle of makeup and estrogen, just FYI.