Friday Ephemera (696)
Drummers attempt to speak. || Some activity around the breasts. || Bubble. || Place your bets. || At last, a pre-weakened handrail. || Restraightened rebar, structural properties uncertain. || You know, there may, just may, be a party upstairs. || Purr. || The progressive retail experience, parts 506 and 507. || On crime and incarceration. || Canoe and candle ice. || Kites. || Hallowe’en costume of note. || Incoming creatures. || Squishing avoided, narrowly. || If you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person. || Blind date, ditto. || Scientists, séances, ectoplasm, and table-tipping. || Question asked. || Question asked, answered. || Decisions were made. || Sexual dysmorphia, a thread. || Edinburgh. || Close enough. || New realms of loveliness. || And finally, a theft is detected.
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Does chuckling count?
One of my sons is a drummer. He could probably understand the words I read (I didn’t turn on the sound).
Is it just me? Can’t see any of the reddit links. I’ve tried three different browsers, Firefox, Brave and Edge.
Steve,
No, not just you, it is hit or miss for me except with Vivaldi.
I’m using Vivaldi & haven’t any issues wit Reddit. Instagram is a different story.
Neil Peart, they aren’t.
shudders I’m going to click on the second link.
OK, maybe it was going to cold that evening and she didn’t wish her headlights to be visible. So to speak.
I feared something more horrifying, to be honest. (Oh, sweet Jesus, there WILL be something more horrifying next week…)
That is rather wonderful
12 am EDT and all the reddit links are working.
and table-tipping
Coincidentally I’m three quarters of the way through Agatha Christie’s The Sittaford Mystery in which one of the key plot points centres around table-tipping.
My Name Is Earl was a great TV show
Should have been followed by
Maybe once is ok, but do it many times and it will be fractured – it is fairly high tensile stuff, so it will work harden
Alas, one needs an X/Twitter login to see threads via a web link.
That’s comedy!
Those must be the edible big-screen TVs I’ve heard about.
You’d think Sam’s Club would steal the air out of their tires. Actually, all 4 tires wouldn’t add up to the $999 limit in California in case the removal of air required damaged tires…
Morning, all.
Here you go. [ Link updated. ]
He’s called Urethra.
I will therefore share my one and only drummer joke:
It was the 90s. They were simpler times.
Bloody hell. I would not stand about filming under that.
It doesn’t fill one with confidence.
Why would ‘spirits’ use tables to communicate?
Or for that matter, making women regurgitate an “ectoplasmic substance.” Seems a bit round-the-houses.
Maybe it was an interdimensional bandwidth issue.
“Doris, is that you…?”
“Steady on, old girl…”
“Aaaiiiieeee!”
LOL. Where did you find those?
Sadly, I can’t recall. Found them many years ago.
Question asked, answered.
I vividly remember an incident from my time at Leeds University in the early 1980s when I was reading law. I had made friends with guy in our tutorial group who was a secular Jew from Oxford, and we bonded over our liking for football and our mutual tastes when it came to music. One day he asked me to come to the weekly lunchtime Student Union meeting to vote. When I asked why, because I along with about 99% of my fellow undergraduates utterly disdained all student politicking, he said “Because the lefties who dominate the S.U. want to ban the Jewish Society from campus”.
“Why?”
“Because of Israel”.
At the time I knew little of the realities of the situation in that part of the Middle East, but I knew that my mate, secular though he was, had spent a year on a kibbutz prior to coming up to university and I had a vague idea that Israel was actually a functioning Westernised democracy albeit one with maybe a few flaws whereas the countries which surrounded it were, er, “not so” and that the likes of Saudi Arabia and Bahrain were pretty austere places.
My mate thus explained that, as far as the hard left would-be revolutionaries who ran the Union were concerned, being a member of the Jewish Society meant that you were automatically a Zionist and thus deserving of banishment. I was aghast, but then twigged that it was the same middle class pillocks who also championed the cause of the IRA who at the time were actively trying to bomb us into acquiescence, and that it was those same middle class leftie keffiyeh-wearing pricks behind this particular outrage.
So when I went along to vote, word had got around as to what the lefties were up to and such was the turnout (in the hundreds) they had to move the usually sparsely attended meeting into the adjacent theatre. The motion was defeated by a thumping majority and as far as I know they never tried that one on again. From that day forward I was always, always sceptical when I heard one of the apologists for the terrorists avowing that it was Zionism that they abhorred, not Jewish people.
I’ve never worn a keffiyeh, either, because I don’t want people to assume I am that particular kind of arse-hat.
Q: What did the drummer name his twin daughters?
A: Anna 1, Anna 2.
Relevant.
They do tend to be vanity platforms for insufferably pretentious far-left monomaniacs, who dominate via bullying, bloody-mindedness, and sheer boredom. Saner people don’t see much appeal in, for instance, meetings of this sort, and being surrounded by tiresome, preening twats.
[ Fetches hamster urine, weasels. ]
I’ll be here all week. Tip the veal and try your waitress.
My BiL is a drummer and the one he told me was, “What do you call someone who hangs out with musicians?”
I’m beginning to feel a tiny twinge of what may be sympathy for drummers, what with them having to put up with this outrageous treatment.
Oh wait. It’s passed.
Carry on.
I would have been at Leeds Uni at around the same time as Mr Oik (1981-1984) and if I remember correctly the Student Union leftists managed to pass a motion to ban the Conservative Society, though they were quickly made to backtrack on that.
If we’re on drummers: how many drummers does it take to change a light bulb? Ten – one to make the change, the other nine to admire his technique.
How to test bulletproof glass.
You’ve ruined that song for me forever.
Relevant.
Also relevant – and this was a tea dance, not some sort of rave.
Anna 1, Anna 2 – I thought that Lawrence Welk’s daughters.
Were you not bewitched?
New fun time unveiled.
Chunky.
And finally, a theft is detected.
Daleks!
He’s called Urethra.
Hmmm – page gone. I’m guessing from the comment about ruining a song that this was an Aretha Franklin drag queen? Maybe someone from the race-obsessed crowd complained. No yasss queening for poor Urethra.
Someone’s taking the piss.
Still there for me.
Not saying that’s a good thing, mind.
Peekaboo.
Last name Franklin or did I steal a joke since I can’t see X comments?
That’s pretty sad, actually.
Guy vs goat: if the guy had won, would he get to mate with the female goats?
a pre-weakened handrail
What you can’t see easily from the video is that the cracked glass is the middle layer in a safety glass sandwich. There are two panes of perfectly intact glass on either side of the crackled one.
Hallowe’en costume of note
A friend in university once attended a Halloween party as Sam Spade – in a hat, trechcoat and gloves in varying shades of gray and full face and hand makeup in monochrome matte grey. Quite the effect.
Blind date, ditto
Is that Gorlock?
Sexual dysmorphia, a thread
Sigh. “The treatment for anorexia or body dysmorphia is not liposuction.”
A friend’s wife managed to convince her GP to refer her for gastric bypass despite being under 250 lbs, by using the “body dysmorphia” and “mental health” excuses. She now has to take handfuls of vitamins with every meal, whcih consists of no more than a tablespoon of food lest she bring it back up.
So if your health care system is infested with amoral sociopaths, then yes, the treatment for body dysmorphia can certainly be liposuction.
a theft is detected
I’m having Metal gear Solid flashbacks. Seriously, though, it’s a bit genius. Conceals every detail of the thief and passersby are unlikely to even notice it’s moving if they happen to look in that direction.
Re: the student union thing. It was delightful to see accounts and video of the direct democracy meetings of Antifa and anarchists at the Chaz in Portland, where they could not make the simplest decisions and in the end a black gangster just declared himself dictator. History has hundreds of lessons about how different types of governance turn out. But learning those lessons would require reading. Also would require an open mind.
An interesting lesson is Thomas Sowell who was a black radical when young, but upon studying economics learned things that completely changed him to a realist/conservative.
I also recommend “Intellectuals” by Paul Johnson.
The chapter on Marx is very good.
Good news gentlemen, if you have a relative who fought in the American Revolution, you too can now join the Daughters of the American Revolution.
Just a reminder that comments with five or more links get automatically intercepted as potential spam and held for approval.
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That’s not a Don’t-Do-It, by the way. Just saying that if you do, then you may have to wait until I’m around to liberate your comment from the Pending vault.
If the DAR had the courage of its lack of convictions they should allow applicants to identify as descendants with no proof of ‘lineal descent from a patriot of the American Revolution’ required.
“The Pending Vault”
Band name.
OK, it’s not ten, but still
https://youtube.com/shorts/9ER1mX2uA1A?si=QjYS-4RBaNXLYRzF
Drummers attempt to speak.
The Language of the Tabla | DigiTabla.com
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Deluded, idiot, troll, or some combination.
Women are just selfish.
A new sport.
Deluded, idiot, troll, or some combination.
And a crowd gathered. A crazy, ranting woman is a distraction in these troubled times. Cheap amusement.
For those who may have missed them, the thrilling adventures of Dr Jonny Dennis.
I bring presents.
No, don’t thank me.
It had all the promise of a box full of bed bugs. Such an anti climax
Man of the year.
It’s not Dad’s Army.
Won’t someone think of the
hossex workers?Probably a very apt name.
Don’t worry.
That’s up there with Lucille LeSueur.
I don’t have a x/twit account but I haven’t had issues with x/twit on my ipad though I have had this problem via my iPhone starting a few weeks ago. I continue to have problems with all the reddit links via iphone. I’ve been away so I haven’t tried them on other devices.
Oddly, what caught my eye was this claim:
The author, Ms Morgan Sung, also wants us to believe that hookers and pornographers constitute “marginalised” and “vulnerable communities,” and are therefore deserving of our sympathy and special indulgence. Some bending of the rules. They, we’re told, need to feel they have a “safe environment” on social media, unlike those Ms Sung deems “transphobes,” who should, apparently, be “booted” off of social media.
Wow. Douglas Murray discusses “proportionality” with talking head.
Open air prison without electricity or fuel is forced to use makeshift morgues for the “martyrs” by using (cleans glasses & adjust monitor) ice cream trucks.
Nothing says ‘impoverished’ like ice cream trucks.
And a nice job he does shutting down that bit of idiocy.
Might not be good enough for concrete but useful for landscaping purposes with 6×6’s and such.
Ahem…can’t recall my best one but this seems a bit apropos…
How many drummers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Five. One to screw the bulb in, and four to talk about how much better Neil Peart could’ve done it.
Sorry…tried to fix the spacing on that but WYSIWYG this ain’t.
…but WYSIWYG this ain’t.
It is, but the WYG stands for Wild Yahoo’s Guess.
My family had medical students upstairs from us in the ’80s. I’ve seen that for real. Funny thing is, a couple of them got married, stayed on after graduation, and they ended up as the best neighbours we ever had.
See also: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Player_piano
I saw something very similar, first-hand, in the early 90s. I was standing in the basement / garage below a rave, in a somewhat enhanced state, and from below saw the wooden floor – on which hundreds of people were gyrating – flexing to a degree that was, shall we say, not encouraging.
Happily, the floor, and the people bouncing about on it, survived.
Don’t know if this is consistent or helps anyone else but I am able to go to the reddit links (via my ipad) by holding down on the link, selecting “copy link”, then pasting into another tab. Might futz with this later if I can get my lazy, post-long drive, post leaf clean up azz off the couch to go downstairs and play on my (crappy) laptop.
Won’t someone think of the Wyoming women with wangs?
“I don’t pass well,” she said. “I’ve always been tall and heavy.”
Not paying for WaPo. Maybe hit my freebie limit. Context? I’m guessing not football.
Notice how much of this crap is coming from red zones. Notice you see very little in the reverse from blue zones. Why do you suppose that is?
Not paying for WaPo.
Don’t blame you, but another weirdness because the tinyurl from Archive.org worked.
WaPo bewailing the plight of that Artemis guy who joined the Wyoming sorority and the horrible, no fair, unjust campaign to try and get him out.
Maybe copy/paste the Archive url which won’t link direct – despite it pretending to be one – because of the two urls in one.
https://web.archive.org/web20231014222210/https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/interactive/2023/trans-women-sorority-kappa-kappa-gamma-wyoming/
“how many to screw in a lightbulb” ok, true story. I worked at a government site in US. Everyone needed a security clearance and new hires needed an escort. I came down the hall and they were changing a florescent bulb: one guy on the ladder, one to hold the ladder, one to pass the bulb up, an escort, and a supervisor. Five. Five to change a lightbulb. Your gov at work.
Heh. Reminds me of when I was first working at Kennedy Space Center on the Shuttle program in the firing rooms. I was fairly new but was put in charge of training a couple of very new hires, mostly because others more senior were…well, whatever. From the Apollo days, they didn’t have women working in the firing rooms. Secretaries on the second floor, yes. So originally there was no women’s restroom on the firing room floor. By the time the 80’s had rolled around they had to cram an awkwardly configured women’s room up in an area where there were likely to be a number of big-wigs. Anyway, the new hires were a woman and a big ex-football player guy. So of course at some point the woman needed to use the bathroom. I’m calling around trying to get some relief so she can go get some…relief. They were badged only to be escorted. To be clear this was not a secret or severely secure area. I’m getting frustrated and a bit pissed that I’m not getting support. They had spent the previous few days on the (2nd) floor below and knew where the bathrooms were there. Rather than have her bumbling around where she might bump into someone important and not know where/how to describe where the women’s room in the firing room was and feeling very uncomfortable about her discomfort and considering the general probabilities I tell them to ever so discreetly as possible go on down the elevator to use the second floor bathrooms and get back asap. After all, one should be able to reasonably expect an elevator at a NASA facility to function as expected. To not, you know, get stuck between floors. I mean you hear of such things happening as movie or TV tropes but not in reality. But certainly wouldn’t expect such a thing to happen at a f****g rocket launching facility. You would be wrong though.
Here you go.
In other news, Simon Schama is puzzled, from afar.
Thanks. Thaaaanks. Damn you. I got as far as this BS, ok scanned two paragraphs more but JFC in a chicken basket…on roller skates. WTF dees bongo clippings?
Yes. Yes this person who has been in the news, in one way or another in probably every significant MSM source in the country and to some degree around the world, was called a…’sicko’…by some rando on the internet. She ‘discovered her name’ on websites and on a forum of…horrors…gun owners. And apparently there was a noose somewhere else there. All very unspecific. Not that given who this scumbag (ooh, now I’m doing it) is, that those reactions surprise me. It’s just the…intrigue(?) of it all. And then again not.
it’s all presented so bloody clumsily. This in the (supposedly) nation’s newspaper of record. Apologies to the Babylon Bee. It’s just all so bloody…stupid. We’re a nation of bloody idiots. I guess I really have nothing to add to the discussion here but…the bloody stupidity of it all gets to me more and more. And more.
A big problem I see is what I call mentally flabby super-heroes. Bare with me. 80 yrs ago, most people got their moral justification from church and family. They belonged to local clubs/orgs like Lions or Elks or VFW. It did not matter what they thought about complex social issues because no one talked about those much.
Now, people still want to be viewed as morally good, but lack church and family. So they turn to social issues. All the Marvel movies make it seem that anyone can be a super-hero so they want that. It isn’t good enough to just be a good christian (or whatever) and a parent. However, as in the past the average person does not have strong logical skills. It has gotten worse however as society has gotten richer and people never have serious personal challenges or face consequences. They are mentally flabby. Lazy. Fat. So they don’t bother thinking through things. They want censorship never thinking they might get censored. They want to stop climate change without thinking that this means the economy crashes. They yell “death to Israel” without understanding that Hamas means it literally, as genocide. They blockade bridges and ignore the person who dies in the ambulance.
WaPo bewailing the plight of that Artemis guy who joined the Wyoming sorority and the horrible, no fair, unjust campaign to try and get him out.
In the Post’s version, it isn’t a vulgar 1980’s teen comedy like Porky’s about guys contriving to get into the girls’ locker room, it’s a touching 1980’s coming of age story like Lucas or Some Kind of Wonderful about a socially awkward underdog with a fixed idea of joining a popular clique.
That could be a description of the LDS Church that he left, or of the college LGBTQ community he’s presumably already part of, or of any other grouping in college with aspirations to being an alternative family. Why is his fixation being egged on – of inserting himself into a group of girls that his LGBTQ friends probably describe as fake, vanilla, basic, or whatever the slur is this year for conventionally feminine white girls?
Interesting line of argument, because since at least 2010 or so the memo has gone out to socially awkward men, or at least the cis/hetero ones, that your social awkwardness, or your sad stories about your difficulty making friends, doesn’t excuse you from responsibility for making women uncomfortable. There was a thaw between say those 1980’s quirky underdog films and the 1990’s tech boom, where autistic-type men were encouraged as the advance guard of a better masculinity that’s less cocksure and initiatory. But it turns out that women are made very uncomfortable by passive clingy self-pitying men who hang around waiting for a moment when the woman lets her guard down. If it’s not seen as creepy, it’s seen as a problematic sense of entitlement to women’s company, attention, emotional labor, etc.
…the bloody stupidity of it all gets to me more and more
That is the thing, so much rinse and repeat – the “trans”, the Brobdingnagian, whoever.
1) Decide some normal group or thing needs to bend to your petty and/or outré wants.
2) Scream and get your face plastered all over the various media when the normal group pushes back even the slightest, declare yourself a victim – but an heroic one standing up against the most unconscionable injustices imaginable.
3) Search for yourself on the innerweb, find a comment on some obscure site you ordinarily would never have seen, bemoan the proof of your oppressive oppression to get plastered on the media some more.
See previous comment…
Re: the Artemis guy – he’s the one who joined the sorority and likes to sit in the hall by the showers and watch the women. He wears tights and the girls can see his erection through them, although I guess sometimes he puts a pillow in his lap.
It occurs to me that this guy is sh*t-testing the feminists like bad wig and frock tennis coach guy, wax-my-balls Yannis (although he took it even further), and all the other pervs who don the Trans colors to gain access to women and girls. This Artemis sounds exactly like the sort of guy that one internet feminist coined the term “incels” to mock and disparage. Funny how all Artemis, tennis coach guy, etc have to do is grow their hair or put on a wig, give themselves a “feminine” name and claim Trans, and viola – the older white feminists fawn all over them, feed their egos, and harshly punish anyone who steps out of line. In Wyoming, though, the girls aren’t so keen on this BS – but there’s no knowing how their lawsuit will turn out.
Just like Yannis and his hairy ballsack – I think those guys get off on the process of trying to make women submit to them. The same idiot feminists who scream about the Patriarchy and Incels are also these pervs’ biggest supporters.