Friday Ephemera (703)
Spider in car, some agitation. || The periodic table of tools. || Which party is the aggressor? || “Goes in a lady’s handbag… ideal for picnics.” || “Stay proud,” he said. || “Children with liberal parents more likely to suffer from mental health problems.” || A possible explanation for why cyclists are unloved. || Local colour. || Lively scenes. || At last, a solution to truancy. || Model citizen. || Short quiz. || Remembrance, you say. || The progressive retail experience, parts 524, and 525. || The pipe-smoking woman. || Pleasing habitats, a thread. || Transportation issues. || Well, frankly, you’d never tire of this. || The times, they are a-changin’. || Sir, your mental health problems are not her responsibility. || The freshness can’t be faulted. || And finally, with the holidays looming, some festive scenes.
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Hands across the waters, Learning To Speak English.
Oh my God, they killed Kenny!
Drax? Is that you?
The periodic table of tools.
Worthy of a Tim the Toolman grunt.
ideal for picnics.
Just as you’re finishing up putting the damn thing together, it’s time to go home.
Didn’t see ‘cockwomble’ on the list.
The freshness can’t be faulted.
Not unusual in my local Asian market to see a crab making a break for it in the noodle aisle.
The periodic table of tools.
It lacks Dt the handyman’s secret weapon.
Anyone remember The Blair Witch Project?
And finally, with the holidays looming...
I’ve found where the bar snacks come from.
Spider in car, some agitation.
Hmm, reminds me of something…
The internet was good fun for a few years.
Now it is, more and more, showing me things I don’t want to see and the exposure doesn’t appear to be having any effect on reducing those things.
“Spider in car, some agitation“
I’ve had that happen while driving, thankfully not in Australia, and not with one quite that big!
Is she on her way to film an episode of Star Trek?
Morning, all.
I’m now picturing a 90-minute film about women screaming in a car.
A footnote.
A triumph of style, perhaps, but not, I fear, entirely practical.
If you f*ck about in the road you should expect to get run over. Parents used to teach their kids not to do this.
Ah, the humble and harmless huntsman spider. One of the few things that won’t kill you here, and scourge of arachnophobics all over Australia,
Two of which were girlfriends. “Now, don’t panic” I soothingly suggested to one. A femtosecond later she tried to crawl out the driver’s window from the passenger side while I was doing 60kph. Utter apoplexy.
Another time I spotted one above my then lady’s naked repose (don’t ask). “Come over to my side of the car”, I asked gently. “No, fuck off. Why should I?” in her trademark, instantly-combative style. I persisted until she figured something was happening and looked up. She leapt out my side of the car, opening the door and lighting up herself for pleasantly surprised men in the vicinity. I had to throw her gear out the window while I evicted Boris. Needless to say, it was all my fault.
It’s the fact that the protestors dare to be indignant when their victims respond. They dare to behave as if they weren’t doing anything that their targets could object to, or find intimidating or threatening, or that their victims might regard as a basis for physical retaliation or some kind of drastic measure. Whatever it takes to get away from the one-sided conflict that they, the protestors, wilfully initiated.
Imagine, say, a lone woman driving home with a small child on the back seat. A dozen unhinged narcissists – irrational, criminal people – physically block her way, illegally, recreationally, and start touching her car, banging on the windows, blocking her escape. They are trapping her, intent on frustrating her, and making her vulnerable and scared. Because they enjoy it. Because it makes them feel important and powerful.
At what point is the driver allowed to defend herself, and her child, from people clearly willing to violate both the law and normal social boundaries?
If the scenario above, about the female driver, sounds implausible, a thing that could never happen, there was a YouTube video of a female driver, who was, I think, pregnant, being obstructed and mobbed by BLM protestors. The protestors were filming the woman on their phones as they taunted her, jeered at her, vandalised her car, and tried to smash the windscreen into her face. They were laughing and cheering at her distress. And her powerlessness.
Sadly, the video seems to have been removed.
I do. I wanted all of those stupid motherfuckers painfully dead by the end of the movie.
“Oh, we don’t have the map any more!” You are in (IIRC) fucking Maryland and you morons have crossed a creek a couple of times. Follow the creek and you’ll find either the Atlantic coastline or some type of civilization.
I spent money to watch that pile of shit in a theater. That beat out my regret from watching “Desperately Seeking Susan” in a theater where I didn’t laugh once during the entire “comedy”.
Local colour.
It’s the first link I clicked.
I’ll start at the top next time.
I do try to ease patrons gently into the, er, choppier waters.
Wales. In all the excitement, I couldn’t make out the words on the police jackets. I get that there’s this sort of cra-cra everywhere but isn’t that a tad out of character for Wales? When I think of Wales…which is like…never…it’s always rather boring. Like that place accross the bridge that’s not worth the bother that makes you wonder why anyone bothered to build the bridge.
Heh. I figured I would strike a nerve with that one. Yet I did it anyway. I’m such a baaad boy.
Heh. This summer I had a rather large hornet attach itself to the outside driver’s window of my truck. I think, no problem he’ll go away. I’m driving through town, get to the highway between town and home, going 45, 50, 60…65…70 before I had to slow down on a slower road. That damn thing held on nearly all the way home. I didn’t want to bring it all the way home and a bit nervous about how I was going to get it loose…at my age, crawling over the console to the passenger side…well, not that I couldn’t but I’d rather take my chances hornet. I pulled over and stopped and about the time I started working on a plan it just decided to fly away. Now I’m more scared by the realization that I share the road with so many hysterical, panicky women.
“…no doubt you will shoot us in the face with one of those guns you Americans are so proud of”. Heh. Watched a rerun of Good Neighbors last night where someone is stealing their leeks and Tom decides to stay up all night with his…gun…guarding the garden. It turns out to be just a BB gun/pistol but it was kinda…hmmm. I’m not sure if that’s what prompted the episode to be prefaced with a trigger warning. Though now come to think of it, shouldn’t ‘trigger warnings’ come with their own warnings because, you know, ‘trigger’?
Basically nobody, never. At least not if they’re normal and white. If a guy riding his bike home across a college campus in the 1980’s gets run off the road by a couple of Puerto Ricans in a BMW who call him a dirty Jew, get out of their car and try to start a fight with that guy, if that guy does nothing but keep the two attackers at bay by simply blocking their punches and kicks, never throwing a punch himself, if THAT guy gets put on probation by the…Jewish mind you…dean of student conduct at the university because “all fighting is wrong”, why should one expect a more rational world 40 years later? The hierarchy of diversity has been with us much, much longer than DEI or before the likes of Ibram X. Kendi were even born.
I do try to ease patrons gently into the, er, choppier waters.
Well, I certainly should know by now what kind of uplifting scenes lie behind a “local colour” link and prepare accordingly.
She’s quite a prize, that one; who wouldn’t want her as a neighbor?
Spider: I hate them. Used to freak me out. I had one (tiny fortunately) lower itself in front of my face while I was driving. Grabbed it squish because I no longer lose my mind when that happens. But I sympathize with the vid.
Children with liberal parents: it is not surprising. Conservative parents teach their kids self-reliance, a little toughness. Libs teach (and model) whining and self-pity. Guess which works better IRL?
Transphobia lives lost: if there are any lives lost it is 1) suicide and 2) johns getting angry after getting a blowjob from a bloke. If some guys set out to find a trans to beat up, they would simply be unable to find any since they are vanishingly rare.
https://twitter.com/KanekoaTheGreat/status/1732993636193951811
It’s not so much that Wales needs vowels but more that Wales needs a tutorial in using them.
Can’t have evidence of savages acting savagely floating about now can we?
Another sale on bar snacks.
I’m guessing the ox groin will come out after the inverted pork rectums are gone.
Fear not, a new shipment has just arrived.
[ Pats box. ]
Was there an option for bone-in?
[ Pats box. ]
Which party is the aggressor?
Maybe it’s because I need more coffee this morning, but I’m watching that with the sound off shouting “just DRIVE!” at the screen. Especially after he moved the morons once, they’ll get out of the way when nudged by a tire. I’m so old I remember when there were laws enforced about the behavior of pedestrians in roadways – mainly that they were not allowed in it!
[shakes fist at sky]
The periodic table of tools.
That was awesome!
Fear not, a new shipment has just arrived.
Yes, but are they Naval Grade? At least the turkey pupkis are Navel grade.
Oh well.
Pity.
WTP: This summer I had a rather large hornet attach itself to the outside driver’s window of my truck. I think, no problem he’ll go away…
Not unlike my experience – I hate spiders of the big and spindly type, but I was never less than cognisant that I was at the wheel of a large car (Jeep Grand Cherokee) doing 50mph to a boot sale with my elderly mum on board, so screaming and jumping out wasn’t an option.
So I continued driving with one eye on IncyWincy as he explored the centre console, then just as I turned in to the field – he vanished under the steering wheel.
The chap in hi-vis doing parking assist was a little nonplussed when a vehicle he was waving in slammed on the anchors and the driver leapt out and began shaking her legs frantically in case of hitchhiking arachnids.
Consequences, what are they?
before I clicked, I’m guessing, .32ACP.
But I guessed wrong.
Oh well.
Just another day at the oppression Olympics.
I rather imagined you’d whip out your garter knife, stab the thing without looking, and then flick it out of the window.
Before lighting a cigarette.
Countermeasures.
Nicely played.
Perfect illustration of the toxic personalities involved in much of this trans crap, and how it’s not about the “right to exist” but about the power to coerce and control.
I may have to borrow this methodology.