Friday Ephemera (695)
An aggravating tool for aggravating tools who talk too loudly. || Fly the skies in style and comfort. || British Seaside Simulator. || And then, quite suddenly, sadness happened. || Assorted bendy rivers. || Fat Bear Week is upon us. || The state of British cooking, with Mr Vincent Price (1972). || Entirely unrelated, substance relocation. || Car relocation. || I believe it’s powered by beer. || Possibly not ideal. || Revealed preference. || Incoming. || Cheeeldren of the night, what music they make. || I’d say they’re sick of your shit. || Sshh, he said. || Tongue action. || Today’s word is turbulence. || Sobriety test. || Excessive toe. || That’s exactly how I would have done it. || You want one and you know it. || The wings are full of fuel. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || And finally, your mind is filthy.
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Fat Bear Week is upon us.
Must not click. Must NOT click. Sod it.
*clicks*
Those are not the fat bears I was expecting. Phew. *wipes sweat from brow*
You want one and you know it.
“U.S.S Flagg (CVN-99)” – the numbers are on backwards, you read from the direction you land and launch so this sort of thing doesn’t happen.
Meanwhile the compassionate left – “Our friend was murdered so send us money so we can
fuck off for a few daysgrieve.”So wherever you go it rains and birds shit on your car? Or is that the whole bloody isle just today? I’m guessing I will get one of those ambiguous replies. I mean, that’s what I would do.
My sympathies with the housewife in the audience who said in regards to the quality of meat available in the UK in the 1970’s, “if you get the sort of meat nowadays that looks like you had to kill it to save its life”. Not having had personal experience of that time my sources have informed me that she’s not wrong in that regard.
I’d have expected more blood in the street to ensure the correct message was transmitted.
Pretty much, I think, all men doing the hard yards there.
Not talking, just doing.
Don’t alienate that resource.
Although if your carrier was sunk, you may not mind being able to land upon another.
Much preferable to batteries where all the combustion ingredients are “in house”
I see what you did there.
Morning, all.
Remember, stay calm.
At least his friends had a good time.
One New Year’s morning, the Other Half and I thought it would be fun to get up very early and drive to the coast, arriving in time for breakfast. When we parked, right at the seafront, it was several degrees below zero and the wind-chill effect was hard to miss. It was so windy you could barely stand, and so cold your eyes streamed continually and even your teeth hurt. We went for a very brief walk, or huddled strut, maybe thirty metres or so, then retreated to the car, leaving minutes later.
Still, with the roads all but empty, it was quite a nice drive.
That has to be faked.
I’m fairly sure it is.
Our betters are elevated beings.
One can only hope the vermin target him first.
Heh. When living in south Florida it was my thing for a few years to make it a point to go to the beach on New Year’s Day. Even if it was…cold. Which I don’t specifically remember being a concern. Hey 68F…room temperature…is cold to my sister.
It’s safe to say it was not the best idea we’ve ever had, When we arrived, still aglow with residual optimism, it was shockingly cold and farcically windy. But it was amusing in hindsight. And as a way to spend New Year’s Day, I suppose it beats slumping on the sofa with a hangover.
One can only hope the vermin target him first.
He is the same mayor who was into being spanked by a drag queen in a room full of kids. He’d likely feel sorry for them, as one does, when one is an “activist”.
That’s the thing about progressives and their defining attributes – i.e., unrealism, neuroticism, and vanity. Given enough power over the lives of others, they can rot a society quite quickly.
Given enough power over the lives of others, they can rot a society quite quickly.
What? That’s unpossible.
Call me old-fashioned, but…
[ Reaches under bar, rummages in Lost Property box. ]
Is this yours?
Call me old-fashioned, but…
That, or the portable Cone of Silence™.
They should’ve tried that in ‘Alien’.
Mine didn’t have so many teeth marks.
Star Wars (1923).
I actually didn’t know that.
|| Assorted bendy rivers. ||
I know this data – and one of those pictures is from one of my study regions. I work with this kind of data all the time – but my DEMs never look that pretty! Maybe because I am zoomed in to the county scale, or because the digital elevation is a background for what I am actually interested in – where the water is flowing. There really is an art to the thing that geographers seem to have but the engineer/scientists lack.
Thank you David for that link. Soon as I rummage up enough coinage from various pockets and couch cushions, your tip jar shall be pinged. That reminds me – I also need to go on an Amazon spending spree before I cancel Prime.
Something is vibrating in my trousers. Bless you, madam. May your potatoes be big and thus less fiddlesome to peel.
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[ Points in general direction of Amazon links in sidebar. ]
That reminds me to resume my hunt for an automatic potato peeler (not the fiddly kind where you mount the potato in a cradle-type thingie).
When cheese rolling just doesn’t do it anymore.
That reminds me to resume my hunt for an automatic potato peeler
When I used to work in professional kitchens, we had one that was a large rotating cylinder – maybe a little smaller than a 50-gallon drum – that had a wheel of very coarse sandpaper-like stuff inside (I forget if the walls of the drum were lined or not), and was mounted on a concrete block next to the vegetable sink. You could put a whole large sack of potatoes in it, press the button, and after 10 – 15 minutes lift a flap in the side, whereupon it would spit mostly-peeled potatoes into the waiting sink of water. I don’t know if there’s a scaled-down model for home use, but it was pretty cool using the industrial-scale one.
[ Checks calendar, schedules fundraiser for next week. ]
“Your mind is filthy.”
Yes. Yes it is. ~:D
Or, if you were a kitchen scamp, you could open the little door while it was still running at full speed and use it as a potato cannon to fire spuds at your co-workers.
[Innocent face]
No, you IDIOTS, the vaccine scientists weren’t accepting their Nobel prize wearing face diapers. It was the Japan Prize.
IDIOTS!
Thanks EuroNews.
The concept of crossings.
This.
funny how calls for a “policeless state” end up creating a police state, where you get investigated for jokes or pronouns, but not a crime-free condition.
‘cushion-like‘
“Talk about mudflaps – my girl’s got ’em“
Sheer poetry!
my sources have informed me that she’s not wrong in that regard
The current government of Soviet Canuckistan has just brought in a government watchdog agency to monitor grocery stores/prices because those evil kulaks are clearly gouging innocent Canadians with their high food prices.
Price controls on food are coming. I’d bet money on it.
This.
Precisely. And yet they are going to (or have already?) throw the book at Daniel Perry.
Why isn’t this teen “youth” being described as a beloved scamp and entertainer? Why are they even bothering with a trial? After all, it’s only some white male who died. The life that matters is still on the planet.
More from Canuckistan where Ontario’s Divisional Court ruled that Blacks are officially too stupid to be expected to do maths.
And so therefore they shouldn’t be required to know maths. Even if they might be teaching maths. Because that would be waycist.
…you could open the little door while it was still running at full speed and use it as a potato cannon…
Hahaha! Now why didn’t I think of that!
The current government of Soviet Canuckistan has just brought in a government watchdog agency to monitor grocery stores/prices because those evil kulaks are clearly gouging innocent Canadians with their high food prices.
Only a matter of time before Article 58 is instituted to punish these wreckers.
The wings are full of fuel because fuel is heavy. Placing it right where the lift is being generated significantly reduces the structural weight otherwise required to carry the lift force to the fuselage.
The downside is, what happens if, say, 15,000 pounds of fuel is stuck in an outboard wing tank, because Of a bad valve. This very thing gave my father some anxious moments back about 1970.
The wings are full of fuel because fuel is heavy.
Also because if you were to put it in the fuselage of a cargo plane, bomber, or passenger plane, they take up space better used for cargo, bombs, or passengers. The only question is whether the tanks are integral or removable bladders as in this Ford Trimotor these chaps are refueling.
This guy is upset for some reason, probably the new Florida legalized genocide.
Yes, it means the fuel load has minimal effect on the bending moment (leverage forces) at the joint between wing and fuselage. It is the right place to put it
See also this, and especially this exercise in credulity and manipulation.
In the latter, Ms Kobabe, our self-styled educator and role model, just wants to expose your middle-school children to dysmorphic pornography, sex toys, and the merits of masturbating while driving. And if you’d prefer that she didn’t, then you’re obviously some kind of monster who’s trying to “erase” her and trying to “make it harder for trans people and nonbinary and queer people to live.”
Because for trans people to “live,” and not spontaneously cease to be, they must be allowed to sexualise childhood and warp the minds of other people’s ten-year-olds. Apparently.
At which point, I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.
Farcically Windy
Band name? Maybe not. Album name? Definitely.