Friday Ephemera (693)
“It doesn’t like my wife.” || AI deepfake translation demo. (h/t, Damian) || Insufficiently adhesive. || How to immobilise bees. || Bees and string. || Acid bassline generator. || It’s a job. || Or you could just brush. || Enrichment opportunity. || Stoopin’. || Nice save. || I can imagine your surprise. || Foodstuff disagreeable. || Stealth defecation. || “The 3D-printed surface is made of a material that repels faeces easily.” || Heimsoeth & Rinke K-model Enigma Cipher machine, circa 1940, £120,000. (h/t, Things) || Romantic night in. || Platform reduction in progress. || The progressive retail experience, parts 500, 501, 502, 503, and 504. || Patience tested. || When your children are props. || Not sure about the daylight gap. || On sorting. || One of these things is not like the other. || Today’s word is fondleworthy. || And finally, tremble, all ye enemies of freedom.
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Peckham England. The shop owner has gone into hiding and taken his children out of school because of the volcanic anger of local blacks who think they have a right to steal. And blacks wonder why so many people distrust them and avoid them. It’s not racism, it’s realism.
Instead of the shopowner going into hiding, it would be better if the thieves and their militant defenders were to live in fear of local retaliation and summary deportation.
Another data point.
Seems like an argument against blind charity: Leave them to sink or swim, either learn civilization or suffer the consequences of their own stupidity.
Legendary British eccentricity. Does he have friends named Coffin Henry, Altogether Andrews, Arnold Sideways, and Foul Ole Ron?
There are entire neighborhoods that should be sheathed with that.
“I can’t breath!”: The battle cry of the criminal class.
I don’t understand. What is this, David?
Oops. Here is the link: https://twitter.com/NoContextBrits/status/1702019721707569321
“Orangutan yeets trespassing possum out of nest” was not on my 2023 bingo card.
Insufficiently adhesive.
Fargin’ moron, it was a Formula E race. E, as in sparky cars, not real ones that use proper fuel.
Non sticky toilet. From Wuhan. Yeah, pass.
Meh. He’s sorry about what happened. I’m sorry, he lost me there.
Well, I’m sorry there is not a nation-wide climate of militant intolerance of such savages. No, make that hemisphere-wide.
Likewise maximum intolerance of those who facilitate the immigration of criminals and cultural enemies.
WTP: “Meh. He’s sorry about what happened. I’m sorry, he lost me there.“
He’s probably hoping a sufficient display of reflexive cringing will persuade the useless cops not to charge him. A very faint hope, that…
That’s incredible. Genuinely amazed.
Morning, all.
I believe they’re the glass containers of store-bought desserts, probably Gü, now hoarded for some supposed later usefulness. I suspect the problem is that the glass containers may seem too nice to just throw away, but don’t have much utility. Hence they fill drawers and cupboards.
There are more demonstrations here, a thread of them.
Question asked.
Scaffolders are a special breed.
In my job I deal with them at least once a month.
You point at what seems like an impossible place out in the middle of nowhere and say “I want something to stand on there that will allow access to that thing over there”, then you come back a few hours later and it is all done. Magicians
They are all wiry blokes and they all smoke.
Band name.
And he won’t have been doing it for “clicks” either
This just cracked me up (posted on the Alice Smith account)
Been trying to replace the blurry thumbnail with a clearer image, but for reasons that escape me, the image won’t display. Bugger.
Note to self: Drink more coffee.
What the hell is wrong with people?
Surprisingly, a not-insane perspective.
Another question asked.
Ooh. Another wpDiscuz update is available. Perhaps the comment-edit function will at long last work properly. Unless, of course, this latest update will also reduce the comment section to smouldering ash, as did its immediate predecessor.
I think I’ll poke about on the support forums before installing.
Yes indeed. Either that or he speaks French and German 🤔
And/or he’s hoping to appease the militant black savages. Also a very faint hope.
I believe they’re the glass containers of store-bought desserts, probably Gü, now hoarded for some supposed later usefulness.
A few years ago some clips were posted here of immigrants defecating in doorways. If you cite such incidents to liberals they will insist that such things do not happen. If you show them the videos they will insist that it happens no more often than in the past–even though it never happened before our nations were so enriched by immigration and by failure to enforce normal laws of public behavior.
Not sure I have need of a tea-light holder or an on-plate baked bean containment system. On the other hand, they do make some pretty good desserts.
My own glass jar collection of shame.
(I’ve eaten a LOT of Doritos)
[ Calls social services. ]
This guy again, “Why will nobody kiss me?”
Only a heartless bastard would suggest “tiresome obnoxious narcissistic goofball” as a cause.
“We’re gonna need a bigger bar”. Dove Soap hires a partner.
I miss the concept of shame.
From the ‘On sorting’ piece:
I haven’t gotten any men with vaginal discharges yet
Don’t worry, it will come, it will come…
“Trans”gender vs. transracial, a short discussion. Does makes sense, though.
Not many years ago, I read an account of an aid worker’s experiences providing medicines needy people in Africa: Most of the Africans devalued pills, thinking that medicines had to be injected to be effective. And thus it was largely useless to give them a bottle of pills to be taken once a day until gone. Nor did they understand the concept of effective doses whereby one pill a day for two weeks could cure a disease while fourteen pills in one day would be largely useless or even harmful. No amount of explaining could help, as their thinking was entirely magical. Nor did they understand the concept of sterilization, leading to the spread of disease through reuse of unsterilized hypodermic needles.
Also, this:
If any readers have visited Haiti, do feel free to correct or confirm.
Time lapse tilt shift Amsterdam.
Expect to eventually see more and more declarations that not just pets but most human beings are useless and should be disposed of, much as such progressives as George Bernard Shaw did a century ago.
Oh, they might not be able to fly. If they have it in for you, they can crawl all over you and sting you though. One time we made a mistake with one of our beehives – the angry beehive, too – and we had to go back to work on it at night. Oh, that’s all right, we told ourselves, not to worry, they won’t be able to see us in the dark.
They bloody well could.
Yes. It would cause bedtime chaos.
Of course not. Why on earth would a couple have specific sides of the bed that each sleeps on? My God, the rules! Behold the fascism so deeply ingrained into the culture!
Bees: people discovered that smoke makes them docile 2000 years ago. They have found dozens of smoker pot types in ancient egypt digs.
Hanging pants: more than one thief has been caught because he couldn’t run away.
Fabulous military: the military is supposed to do a deadly serious job, not be a place for camp and farting around. Sure, combat ready.
Heh. It – having a side – does strike me as being slightly more efficient, avoiding any last-minute debates, and thereby saving valuable seconds. Also, it avoids having to relocate all of the oddments from one bedside drawer to the other.
But wasn’t that clip from China or HK or some other far more homogeneous/disciplined country? That’s what struck me about it.
For those who are really, really keen, a link to scenes of doorstep defecation can be found here. The location is Shoreditch.
No, don’t thank me.