Friday Ephemera (700)
The thrill of smoking cannabis. (h/t, Dr W) || The thrill of boxing fragile objects. || Man explains lesbianism. || Helpful instructions. || The hunt for optimal toasting. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Artistic license. || Maybe the rattling is a good sign. || She may be a little bit racist. || Road users of note. || The North-South divide, 1970. || Villains falling to their deaths, parts 1-30. || DETRANS, a documentary. || His periods make him feel sad and fatigued, but also “kinda nice.” || “The pull of gravity here is much weaker than anywhere else on Earth.” || The progressive retail experience, parts 512, 513, 514, 515, and 516. || She wants to “be safe” while she does it. || “You’re being a white man.” || Missing keys. || The machine uprising, day 7. || Today’s word is pursuit. || When you’re all prepped for Disney World. || Tastes like perfume. || And finally, the thrill of podcasting.
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Road users of note.
I was waiting for the part where he gets stuck in Rabbit’s front door.
Tastes like perfume.
She thought it was fruit spray.
Not true, could also be A minor.
Thrust upwards with passionate fury . . .
It just went down on its own . . .
I could be wrong but I don’t think the lack of cowling appreciably affects the performance.
Watching that I’m like..hey…wait a minute…this looks familiar. It’s around Atlanta, wasn’t sure myself exactly where as the video is a bit blurred. Then checking comments it apparently is I-85 in Gwinette county? I’ve been through there a few times. Weird sensation.
He’s black so we’re not supposed to watch that. Big Brother said.
Made me laugh
The progressive retail experience, parts 512, 513, 514, 515, and 516.
I just can’t watch that sh*t any more. Oh, and btw, ping.
*craves toast*
Okay, I laughed and I’m not sorry.
Morning, all.
I know the feeling, though I doubt I’ll be running out of examples any time soon. And the comment, in part 515, about incentives and new norms, and expectations of impunity, is not entirely trivial.
Bless you, sir. May the genitals of your enemies fall into disuse.
[ Chomps toast. ]
[ Wipes melted butter from chin. ]
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
And this one.
If only AGPs had a clue how f**king boring they are.
Heh. Quite.
I actually can’t tell if that’s a wind-up or not.
The sound of its wings.
“Is he strong? Listen, bud…”
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
GreenLight laser therapy. Probably has a prostate the size of a softball.
I’d assumed it was Photoshop. But let’s go with your theory.
It occurs to me that, out there somewhere, there’s probably a site for people who really want to see photos of celebrities who appear to have pissed themselves.
It would be very Current Year.
I could not have been that patient with her. How do these people even manage to keep living?
Presumably, by exploiting the pretensions of others. A kind of psychological parasitism:
Something along those lines.
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
I am not sure what the issue is, he did say he was going to his local to get pissed.
Someone fetch Muldoon’s coat.
And the matches.
Sheesh, some people get so pissed over a pun.
[ Coat-burning intensifies. ]
I told you trying to burn a Nomex coat wouldn’t be a piece of piss.
I love how this dude stars with, “People are always asking…” as if the definition of lesbianism is a non-stop source of discussion and controversy, and he’s here to set the record straight once and for all. Must be one of those “experts” I’m always hearing about.
I love how this dude stars with…
Then goes on to base the entire definition on the faulty premise that he is “hot”.
Curious just how often wokeness is difficult to distinguish from being needlessly hostile and ill-mannered.
That.
“lesbianism”: sexual attraction involves our hormones responding to sexual signals (physical and hormonal, voice pitch, wallet size, hair) of others. I know, let’s have half-assed surgery, take the wrong hormones, and complain all the time. What could go wrong? XY “lesbians” are simply in denial.
Pretty sure this is a prank call. I would dismiss it as immature, wrong, rude, etc. except she is calling Target who…let’s face it, even their name is asking for it. They deserve this and more. It used to be my preferred store for those sort of things. I saw them going woke at least ten years ago. When I tried to get that point across to people, conservative…”conservative” people…well…f*** ’em.
I had it in my head that Liam is a conservative, or leans that way for an actor-type. Or do I have that backwards?
“I wouldn’t live down there for thirty quid a week.”
He does right.
I did chuckle at the accusation that northerners eat off of pan lids due to a scarcity of plates, or possibly to minimise washing-up.
[ Points binoculars towards The Barren North, awaits arrival of Sam. ]
Also, the lady who wanted us to know that she doesn’t like gossiping. A claim followed by a rather conspicuous silence from her assembled co-workers.
Heh. It’s kinda cute when Brits volunteer this information to us visiting Yanks. I recall eating in a pub or something, a bit off the beaten tourist track but not too far, upon realizing we were Americans and apropos of nothing (as far as I could tell) the waitress brit-splained to us this difference as being the opposite of America. That’s interesting Luv, but just the fish and chips would be fine. And where’s the bloody Guinesses that we ordered? I kid. It was rather cute but also a bit…ummm.
The one on the left is certainly an unrealistic depiction.
Feature, not bug.
It’s not all glamour and sophistication, you know, like you find here.
[ Straightens coasters. ]
Unfortunately, this is a type of universal statement that’s frequently seen in personal essays by supposedly professional writers.
And I can’t help but notice that the lady’s husband doesn’t get a word in.
He knows his place.
The North-South divide, 1970.
Did I understand right that it’s your South that has the snobby, cosmopolitan high-falutin’ types, and it’s the North where all the backward redneck types live?
That woman though, with the pu**y-whipped husband and that impossible freakish neck – bit tightly wound she seems.
In much the same way that outside of Democrat-run cities, the rest of the US is all tumbleweed and missing teeth, allegedly.
Meanwhile, in the realm of the transcendent.
But let’s go with your theory.
He’s 71 years old. It’s a fairly common problem. Getting old sucks.
[ Coat-burning intensifies. ]
One of the commenters called him Pian Neeson
[ snort ]
Hmm.
I properly feel God has been lax in the smiting department.
Another pursuit (via Scott Adams). https://twitter.com/Enezator/status/1722599926939762790
Apparently, eyeshadow is hard to get right.
One for our host.
I’m a lesbian! Who knew?
You might want to turn the sound down a bit.
It also includes a nice single-leg takedown and subsequent chokehold.
Well we’re all getting older. I can’t imagine what little I’ll be getting done 13 billion years from now. That said, I do miss the old God and the way he used to smite people right and left. Especially the Old Testament stuff. Just spilling one’s seed on the ground was cause for a lightening bolt or two. Looking where you weren’t supposed to turned one into a pillar of salt. Do you suppose George Soros…nah.
So…all you real lesbians can shut up now.
Lol. Literally. What an asshole. The lesbians I have known would have had zero tolerance for such wankery.
outside of Democrat-run cities, the rest of the US is all tumbleweed and missing teeth, allegedly.
Oh, aye – I figured it was along similar lines. I just thought it interesting that over here, it’s the North (and mostly Northern Democrat-run urban areas) that thinks so very highly of themselves and looks down on the backwards South. Although they also hate the middle of the country and probably the rural North too, if they thought about it.
WTP: Today’s word is ‘pursuit.’ Same here The first half-minute was very similar to a video I watched a couple of weeks ago. The pursuit ended a couple of miles from my route to and from work every day. The pursued driver missed a turn at Langford Parkway, went inverted, and skidded a hundred yards or so on the car’s roof. Fatal. Fortunately, it wasn’t that video.
Aelfheld: “I could be wrong but I don’t think the lack of cowling appreciably affects the performance.” The open flames and erratic wobbling of the first-stage fan, however, will.
Obviously.
If they can wank they’re not lesbians.
Lesbianism: This has to be the ultimate in mansplaining…
I think the flames are normal in a jet engine. Can’t speak to the wobble.
Bad Guys Falling from High Places: It’s just not Christmas until Hans Gruber falls off the Nakatomi Plaza.
I think the flames are normal in a jet engine.
Not on the outside.
Seven hundred Fridays! Well, tempus fugit and all that. May you enjoy 7000 more. Have a round on me.
Jet engine. Minus parts.
Fuel is off. It’s producing no power. The fan is autorotating.
My father investigated the dc10 crash at o’hare.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Airlines_Flight_191
Engine ripped completely off during the takeoff roll. But, amazingly, that plane was still flyable.
If the pilots had done everything just right in the critical 5 seconds or so…
No pressure, then.
Bless you, sir. May you always have sufficient space for the task at hand.
Band name.
Beg to disagree. It’s an excellent album name though. An acoustic release. I’m thinking of a very Simon & Garfunkel kind of vibe. I’m breaking the rules a bit but XX would make a pretty good band name. It kinda worked for X, so…
Something went terribly wrong.
See cowling, lack of.
. . . terribly and amusingly wrong.
See cowling, lack of.
See diagram of high bypass turbofan. The cowl, which is only an aerodynamic bit around the engine, is largely gone. Flames outside the combustion chamber means there is an external fire.
A piano with all white keys would still be able to reach all seven of the old church modes. You can get a lot of music out of using scales with different starting points. For example, C Major is ionian mode. A minor is phrygian mode. But then you have five more modes available after that, each with their own character.
https://www.bax-shop.co.uk/blog/music-theory/the-church-modes-for-beginners/
That’s neat. Thanks.
A minor is phrygian mode.
C Major = A aeolian mode, or natural minor.
You are correct about the modes, though. C Major = E phrygian and D dorian, G mixolydian, etc., which means you could play the A section of Miles Davis’ “So What” (D dorian) – or any other modal tune in a key other than C.
By the way, if you think the lady in the video above is being needlessly hostile and ill-mannered, then Emma Dabiri, a Guardian columnist, is “horrified” by your “classism.”
Adding crystal meth to the mix doesn’t strike me as a good idea.
Just all the normal from the well-known old world will not matter, and the whole point is that they prepare people for change.
Details (+links to even more interesting details about the essence of the concept). In case anyone is interested. (I know, no one. And yet..)
the waitress brit-splained to us this difference as being the opposite of America
Inappropriate, isn’t it, for a foreigner to weigh in on one’s own caste/class differences.
But then you have five more modes available after that, each with their own character.
Here’s an Indian neuroscientist talking about his experiment where Western musicians presented with a partial melody in an Indian scale where there’s a only a semitone between do and re tend to snap it to a major/minor grid, the Phrygian scale in Western music being less used. If you’re not sure there’s a deliberate theme being developed that Indians are more sophisticated and open-minded than whites, listen to the end where the NPR-type moderator feeds him a cue that it’s very hard these days to find a primitive tribe that hasn’t heard Western music, this Indian rolls out his well-rehearsed punchline that the only primitive tribe nowadays that knows nothing about the outside world is Americans. Pretty nasty stuff. Where does his type learn that it’s appropriate to go to a foreign country and insult the natives? Maybe because the NPR-type American audience gave him a round of applause.
Re: needlessly hostile and ill-mannered, does that tie into this in some manner? Of course contrast the AP’s take. Of course any observation that the state aspires to take more and more control over people’s lives is juthpth conthpiwathy ptheory. It is also considerably stupid for such a story to cause any of us over here to think about “death panels”. There never, ever, ever would/could be any such thing on THIS side of the pond. I mean, how stupid, right guys?
Speaking of this side of the pond…somewhat off topic maybe even for ephemera but any Americans here aware of the ACH check clearing problem that started last Friday and apparently still wasn’t fully resolved as of yesterday?
Well she was young and probably was just trying to make a connection. It was, as I said, a bit cute. A funnier example of something similar…Back in the 80’s before Corona was a popular beer in the US, we returned from a trip to Cozumel, Mexico, where I was looking forward to downing many Tecates and Dos Equis only to learn that the only (drinkable) beer available on the island was Coronas. Which I had never heard of. I liked it well enough and the weekend after we were home, eating at a restaurant I asked what beers were available. I was a bit surprised that they had Corona. “I’ll have one of those”. She brings out the beer with a wedge of lime stuffed in the neck. I ask, “What’s with this?” She then replies to me, with exceptional confidence, as if I was the naive, unsophisticated one, “That’s how they serve them in Mexico!” I probably drank more than a case of Coronas at about a dozen different bars and restaurants the week before. Never had a lime in one. Boy was my face red.
A minor is phrygian mode.
Is there a Stygian mode?
Is there a Stygian mode?
Sort of, the tritone, otherwise known as diabolus in musica.
Diabolus in musica
I come here for the education. And the bar snacks.
Is there a Stygian mode?
Sort of, the tritone, otherwise known as diabolus in musica.
Shi**y question, but it comes from a stable place, is there an Augean mode?
Teacher of small children is annoyed by norms.
Without traces what does this idiot have to kick over?
…is there an Augean mode
Fᵇ demented minor which is the same as B♯ Hysteric.
I come here for the education. And the bar snacks.
This!
Shi**y question, but it comes from a stable place, is there an Augean mode?
I come here for the puns, too, although I am not sure which is worse, the puns or the bar snacks…
Which reminds me, the toilets could do with a once-over.
[ Passes tiny sponge, nail file. ]
Wait a second.
[ Replaces tiny sponge with even tinier sponge. ]
You may have to get your fingernail in there.
Regarding the various progressive retail experiences, one California sheriff has tried to address it at the request of Target, yet Target threw up so many roadblocks out of a fear of “negative press”. Notice that they are not at all concerned about the negative press they do get from conservative media. Gee, wonder why that is? Do conservatives really care to address this ongoing problem with actual action (or inaction as the case may be) or do conservatives…”conservatives” get enough validation just whining about it?
I am not sure which is worse, the puns or the bar snacks…
The puns don’t require a course of antibiotics.
[ Wipes bar with small, suspiciously familiar sponge. ]
The puns don’t require a course of antibiotics.
I believe that when they’re served at upscale establishments such as this, they’re referred to as a flight of antibiotics.
…they’re referred to as a flight of antibiotics.
Good point. A little wooden plank with a dose of Cipro, doxycycline, Septra, a Z-Pack, and some ivermectin for whatever it is that is moving in those amorphous pink things.
Very classy.