Friday Ephemera (679)
A rather tense situation. || His is bigger than yours. || Taste the rainbow. || Not today, baby. || British policing, circa 2023. || Meanwhile, in Germany. || “We don’t use gendered language in this household.” || And how was your day at school? || When getting dressed has to be, like, super-duper complicated. || Today’s word is parenting. || Car park encounter. || Post-shoplifting scenario. || Chicago airport scenes. || Parking is hard. || Apparently, it runs in families. || He has euphoria-inducing stains. || Hello, ladies. || “Love never fails.” || It’s not milk, sir, and it’s not at all nutritious. Also. || Cannot say, must not think. || Side-eye of note. || When you’re not really that keen on tomatoes. || A scale model of time. || And finally, when you turn up at the wrong house but still fancy your chances.
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I expect she can lead men around in much the same manner.
Another blinding flash of the obvious.
How are they going to teach the kid French or German?
That was an emotional rollercoaster.
What the hell is WRONG with these people?
“Parking is hard.“
A better ‘I’m taking your parking space’ incident than the one in ‘Fried Green Tomatoes‘…
Morning, all.
[ Fondles coffee mug. ]
It’s perhaps worth pointing out that among regulars of that particular Reddit, and other venues like it, the word euphoria very often has sexual connotations and can be considered a euphemism for sexual arousal. Hence the term euphoria boner.
Hey, I’m just saying.
Actual flip top head.
It’s quite a thing.
Madam needed a “gender-affirming moustache tattoo.” Because, obviously, it’s her identity, and not a mental health problem at all.
Apparently, the Chelsea Flower Show is “too white, too middle-aged and too middle-class.” And we can’t have that, obviously. Though I’m pretty sure the Royal Horticultural Society doesn’t get a say in who takes an interest and buys a ticket.
It’s also, as I discovered a few years ago, very, very gay. Way out of proportion to national demographics. Presumably, we should insist on fewer gay people attending, to make things more palatable to the terminally upset.
“Presumably, we should insist on fewer gay people attending, to make things more palatable to the terminally upset.”
The instructions to the door staff to ensure the appropriate quota was applied would be interesting to read!
“The 60-year-old was confused about whether the birds, known affectionately as bin chickens, could be eaten in NSW, his lawyer said.”
Don’t think the link posted to that last one…
https://thenewdaily.com.au/news/crime-news/2023/05/26/ibis-sydney-magistrate-accused/?breaking_live_scroll=1
It’s the pretentious, rather farcical indignation: “Why aren’t people attending in the proportions we’ve arbitrarily decided that they should? How dare people choose how to spend their own time and money. Harrumph.”
Actually, I can recommend a visit to the Chelsea Flower Show, at least once. It’s not really my thing, at all, and I was dragged along to it by Beloved Sister-In-Law #3 – but I had a surprisingly pleasant day out.
Get a grip, madam. And put down that gin and tonic. Have you no shame?
De-trousering treadmill of potential interest:
https://twitter.com/NoContextHumans/status/1661816357380390913
That was… spectacular.
It occurs to me that if someone doesn’t feel they’d be welcome to walk around and spend money at the Chelsea Flower Show, it’s quite likely that the problem is themselves and their own hang-ups.
Goodbye, sir.
“When getting dressed has to be, like, super-duper complicated.”
Is she really gender fluid or just playing “Look at how hot I am, everybody”?
I say this is more a case of old-fashioned preening.
Prayer for the Day
Let us now bow our heads and give thanks to The Lord that neither Lizzo or Dylan Mulvaney use treadmills.
We don’t use gendered language in this household
Translation: “I’m a weak-as-ditchwater excuse for a man who performs counter-intuitive verbal gymnastics whilst being cuckolded”.
When getting dressed has to be, like, super-duper complicated.
Fashion tips.
Wait till he sees Antiques Roadshow
Added context of note.
Malformed link. Try this.
That went from ‘bit harsh’ to ‘not harsh enough’ really quickly.
“The authors also made it clear that authoritarianism exists on both sides of the political spectrum and that “there is a wide range of literature and research in the field of right-wing authoritarianism.
‘However, research on authoritarianism observed in individuals who are supportive of left-wing political ideologies are still rare.’ ”
Of course it’s rare. Leftists do not study leftist pathologies.
Well, quite. And yet there are plenty of activists, including academics, trying to convince the rest of us that the dysmorphic man – the one who exposed his genitals to primary-school children and threatened to infect them with HIV and then started actively trying to bleed on people – was being subdued and arrested simply for being transgender.
More proof we’re living in Clown World.
How our great grandparents got down.
Actual flip top head.
TBF, he could just be a model for Pez dispensers.
Madam needed a “gender-affirming moustache tattoo.”
I don’t know, for me it is not the moustache as much as the orange hair and eye shadow as well as the choker and necklace that just shouts “manly masculine man” to me.
Lo Sprazzo*
it might be telling that those rushing to defend him, while apparently speaking and writing perfect English themselves, are using as evidence lengthy cut and paste jobs in Italian without offering a translation.
* that’s your actual Italian. I also considered Il Lampo (the zip fastener) or Il Lampeggiatore (the flashgun or the winking light). They all work.
He/they describes when someone sees their vulva for the first time, and feels fulfilled by all this, and that is what is important.
Speaking of the Chelsea Garden Show, these asshats are at it again.
And wrecking someone else’s hard work is so satisfying. When you’re a nasty little shit, I mean.
Curious how toolery and obnoxiousness are the go-to vehicles for so much activism.
Apropos of nothing, is ‘engender’ gendered?
More British policing.
The words that come to mind are drag them by the hair.
Don’t use gendered language: there are so many things in life that depend on biological sex. Not just, but importantly, bathrooms and showers. Doctors. Sexual interactions at work. I can slam my male co-workers on the shoulder (“good job Joe”) but not the ladies. I can make a dirty joke with them but not the ladies. The red-hair guy is ok with his “partner” of indeterminate sex having a lover? Sorry, no.
It’s time for Mizzy to leave the UK and start doing home invasion prank videos in Texas.
Well, some male coworkers. I have “doubts” about some former coworkers who were extremely left-wing.
Leading a horse around: there is another one like that where after about 50 feet the horse stops, realizes there is no bridle, and turns and walks away. ahahhah
But OMG what a figure (the girl, not the horse)
It occurs to me that at least some of this “getting dressed is complicated” is that these people think they should feel sexy/sexual 24/7 and if at some moment they don’t, they must be gender neutral or the opposite sex at that moment. When I am eating lunch, I don’t feel super masculine. When I go for a run maybe. Seeing a hot girl or such certainly does remind me but not while I mop the floor. Most of our day is NOT about being sexual but these twits want it to be. So they preen and sashay around for themselves. urgh
Speaking of asshats.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12127731/Pink-Floyds-Roger-Waters-investigated-German-police-dressing-Nazi-Berlin-concert.html
In Germany too.
Now do Mohammed.
Is today’s other word ‘irony’?
Apparently, the Chelsea Flower Show is “too white, too middle-aged and too middle-class.”
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2023/05/20/english-gardens-non-white-chelsea-flower-show/
Your heritage is to be judged as worthwhile by how accessible it makes itself to people who aren’t of that heritage. Any heritage that tries to follow these principles isn’t worth much as a heritage and isn’t going to last long, but that’s a feature and not a bug.
We don’t believe our own heritage is or should be accessible to outsiders, neither for deep emulation nor for superficial borrowing.
This deracinated Indian is the RHS-appointed authority for the English to defer to in matters not only of Indian but of English heritage.
Inspired by his mother’s saris – ok, traditional Indian clothes are made from Indian natural dyes which are made from Indian flora, so it all circles around. A white gardener who takes inspiration from his mother’s dresses would probably be seen as a trashy lightweight, but this is bandied about as his connection to a profound heritage that Westerners should be grateful to be given a glimpse of.
We have eyes to see colors, thank you very much. We’ve imported Indian flowers already. We even went through a phase in the 60’s of wearing Indian colors, but we found that orange, purple and yellow don’t go well with our skin tones. We already have a heritage, and we are already capable of borrowing as we see fit from other heritages. Nothing good is being given to us here.
Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!’
Remember the 25th of May!
How our great grandparents got down.
Ah a youngster! That’s more my parents timescale. My great-grandparents weould be more into 1850s stuff.
Huh. I wasn’t thinking. My parents were born only a few years before the start of Laurel and Hardy’s careers, so I should have said “parents and grandparents”.
Fred Astaire, Rita Hayworth, and Led Zeppelin.
Uptown Funk.
Remember the 25th of May!
Lilac time
Easier to empty the oceans with a teaspoon.
Remember the old joke about Europe:
Yeah… we may need to revise that a bit.
Despite the whiny, poor-me pretence, the psychology of such people is not benign. At best, it’s ungrateful and insufferably narcissistic:
For instance.
Preening, yes, but of the newly-fashioned sort imbued with an outsized proportion of fantastic delusion.
Back before Natalie Merchant and 10,000 Maniacs were big, they used to play frequently at our campus bar at UF. They would have a screen behind them and project old black and white movies, and often Laurel & Hardy stuff, during their performances. I really enjoyed that for some reason. For several years whenever I gat home late and still needed to wind down I would put some mid-80’s music on and find and old B&W movie on the TV late shows. Surreal back when surreal could still be a good thing.
I see your 10.000 Maniacs and raise you The Police who were the underwhelming supporting act at my university Xmas party in 1977.
To slightly paraphrase Rufus from Bill and Ted “they did get better”.
Band name.
By the way, am I wrong? After all the examples of the new modern retail experiences seen here, those roving gangs of coordinated shoplifters just aren’t storming Target for Pride merch, now, are they?
Must be transphobes . . .
Guys used to call themselves lesbians as a joke.
I’m adding a hard boiled egg to my lunchtime salad.
Don’t forget the reasonably priced love.
Suboptimal scenario.
Should have just shoved him out the open door.
Plane door: surely an engineer could fix it so the door won’t open during flight? No?
I seem to recall one of those expert peoples, who claimed to be an engineer of some sort (but who verifies these things?) that due to door designs and there being significant air pressure differences, something like that could never happen. Ever. It’s #science and stuff. So based on some obscure expert’s opinion that I ran across probably 20 years ago, I say it’s fake. Because that’s the smart #science call.
Not fake. BBC explains:
That sounds difficult to impossible and also dangerous as it could prevent opening after a crash if the controlling sensors are broken.
A day late surely?
🥚
As I recall, and I didn’t look to deeply into it at the time… I think this was around the 9/11 attacks…that a significant difference in air pressure between the cabin pressure and the outside would, on the basis of the pressure itself, keep the door from opening. If this did indeed occur 250m from ground…which is what? 800 feet in normal people units? Like the height of a skyscraper? The pressure difference might not have been sufficient.
High enough for the miscreant to make an interesting splash pattern.
I think the pressure differential at 250 feet is negligible.
Meters, but probably not much difference at 820 feet.
Denver’s elevation is 1600m. How do people manage to get off planes there?
Likely they decrease the cabin pressure ’til it’s equal to that on the ground.
Likely they decrease the cabin pressure ’til it’s equal to that on the ground.
Increase the cabin pressure, unless you are landing somewhere in Tibet or the Andes. Depending on the aircraft and flight profile, commercial planes are pressurized to between 6000 and 8500 ft, but the pressure equalization happens during descent anyway.
Is why during descent you may have,for example, ear discomfort if because of a cold, allergies, etc. your eustachian tubes aren’t working as advertised and the air pressure outside becomes greater than the air trapped behind the ear drum. The opposite, of course, during ascent and why yawning, chewing gum, etc, gets the eustachian tubes to open and let the higher pressure air behind the ear drum out.
Of course all that is opposite if you are flying out of Tibet or the Andes…
Steven Spielberg’s trans ballerina
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Sentenced to death for saying the G word
Jurassic Plié
“This sharp knife making an ultra thin tomato sandwich.” No mayo?
Regarding opening the emergency door, I learned you couldn’t do it thanks to the Straight Dope.
Of course, Cecil Adams was talking about 35,000 feet up, not approaching the landing.
Congratulations David! You have successfully turned Friday Ephemera into just another site for old gits to be triggered without going to a mall food court.
Yeah, this is real.
Oh, how we all laughed back the day at the ‘Mike Pence Rule’! Those funny Americans and their strange ways!
I wonder if John laughed at the time.
I wonder if he’s laughing now…
I expect she can lead men around in much the same manner.
Appreciated – thanks
Transhausen by proxy.
Suboptimal scenario.
And to think those people paid extra to sit by the door and get extra leg room.
I’d hit everything except the beans.
Confession: am going to Ireland in about a week for a wedding and am looking forward to tucking into some black pudding again.
They were supposed to use that extra leg room to kick the loony in the balls.
It’s hard to know where to start:-
Soda bread, fried bread or at the bare minimum toast. That looks like bread and butter.
Fried onion. A fine thing in itself but not for breakfast.
Bacon. What cut is that FFS? Zero fat visible, it will probably taste and chew like salty rubber.
Black pudding as you correctly note is conspicuous by its absence. A hanging offence.
Baked beans. Those appear unusually dry and congealed as opposed to eagerly oozing into any available space on the plate eventually mixing with their natural allies – egg yolk and brown sauce.
Tomato. To-ma-to?
Potatoes. Where are they? They can be fried, hash-browned or even bubble and squeaked but they have to be there. Thankfully in Ireland this will not be an issue for you.
Enjoy.
A recurring urban phenomenon: The Bad Samaritan.
It’s hard to know where to start:-
The nearest dumpster?
Wasn’t anyone afraid of what could happen with a person like this in charge of a vital nuclear job?
Based on my personal experience, the liberals all deny that there are any risks, while the sane people know that any objections can get them fired and their careers ended.
Via AoS, for your consideration.
While everyone is worrying about AI, the seaweed has achieved consciousness and apparently a political consciousness at that.
Returning to the young men who lost their lives in Cardiff a few days ago the bbc and Uk media are now headlining quotes from an Aunt saying the bike was an early birthday present.
Sur-Ron e-bikes, apparently what they were riding on, start at just under £5k and can cost nearly twice that.
A pricey bike for people who live on “the tough streets of Cardiff”.