Friday Ephemera (707)
Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Incoming 3. || Early Chinese typewriter – with over 5,000 characters, not an easy thing to master. (h/t, Things) || Volcano tourism. || Dress in layers, they say. || Just in case you should need them, Controlled Demolition, Inc. (h/t, Things) || Daylight robbery. || Meanwhile, at Davos. || On being “educated,” a thread. || Or you could just press ‘defrost‘ on the app. || Pretentious guilt, level ten. || Our betters, perturbed. || Upside detected. || Today’s words are learning environment. || All-terrain wheelchair, built from scraps. || King of the jungle. || “Live who you are,” or rather, aren’t. || The thrill of duty-free. || It’s a family rave, for parents who can’t let go. || For fans of feet. || And finally, being a robot, she does not experience human emotions.
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Auto-da-fé.
They have government services. Wonder what they’d charge for, say, the IRS?
Deny her wants and see how long that lasts.
From the
global coolingglobal warmingclimate change front.What they did there?
I see it.
That poor kid. The ferocity of his cussing suggests that he’s in terrible pain because of a critically unhealthy home. I’m glad that those men are there to set limits on his lashing out, but there is a lot going on that teachers can’t touch. Without knowing more I’d say his prognosis is not good.
Upside detected.
Ignoring the whole idiotic concept of “gender euphoria” my money is on it’s more likely he’ll hit the Powerball before he gets catcalled in earnest.
NSFW; also not for the faint of heart.
A forearm after its flesh was harvested for a phalloplasty.
Me, downthread from the X post:
Controlled Demolition, Inc.
Am I required to prove I own the structure to be demolished?
….being a robot, she does not experience human emotions.
Then she won’t take it personally when I say she has more than a few screws loose.
So social distancing is out then?
Morning, all.
Ah, but it’s an indigenous cough-in-the-face. It therefore has magical properties.
Heh. That, as they say.
Just one store.
Why people detransition:
Imagine my surprise.
Scratched paint is the new look.
When I first saw it, I actually winced.
I recently had to warn a neighbour that pouring a kettle of hot water over her car’s windscreen probably wasn’t a good idea.
daylight robbery, the boomer ran from way back but just too slow, the x and y males just got out of the way.
Clutching their man-bags.
I wouldn’t bet on a happy outcome.
Speaking of education.
Well, you’d never tire of his presence.
Okay that was terrifying but the dubbing was funny.
I’m now picturing a hippo kaiju with atomic fire breath. Also quite like the description of the darling beast as an angry meat tank.
Which sounds about right.
Meanwhile, at Davos
FFS, I don’t even shake hands at the sign of peace during Mass much less sit there and let some painted freak blow in my face.
Or needs a cold boot / firmware update / restore to factory settings.
BUT THE MAGIC INDIGENOUSNESS.
It should be legal everywhere to shoot such criminals without warning, and to keep shooting until they are motionless on the ground. Not just legal but earning a medal and certificate of thanks from the mayor.
Unfortunately, a large fraction of the citizenry are to morally crippled to support this. And the more educated they are, the less wise and moral they are.
Heh:
Related to the above:
It’s also worth noting that Tom and Barbara rarely decline an invitation to the pub, care of Margo and Jerry, or a bottle of champagne, care of Margo and Jerry. Or an invitation to dinner with ample booze. But we never see the Goods buying a round of drinks.
Heh.
I’ll go the opposite way with this one, providing an example of someone who is technically supposed to be a villain but isn’t.
Yeah, about that . . .
Ah, those idealistic, back-to-the-land types, their hearts filled with love (or “love”) and their heads filled with mush.
As I recall, nearly all of the sixties communes were never self-sufficient and depended on the outside income of a few job-holding members or the generosity of naive relatives. The reality of how much farming depends on hard labor continues to escape our bien pensant “educated” betters.
I still rather like that post. And as rjmadden asked in the comments, was Tom still hauling sacks of potatoes in his seventies?
Heh, indeed.
Case in point: My grandmother was a very skilled and knowledgeable gardener. When she and her husband bought a tiny bungalow near the school where they both worked, they converted nearly the entire back yard into a garden where they grew lettuce, scallions, carrots, beans, cucumbers, squash, rhubarb. and other vegetables. While this provided most of their vegetables, they still had to purchase such things as potatoes and rice, and even tending their yard-sized garden took much of their free time. And as they got older this labor became more and more difficult.
Ah, newcomers.
And they’ve brought their own sticks. How lovely.
I recently had to warn a neighbour that pouring a kettle of hot water over her car’s windscreen probably wasn’t a good idea.
Nonsense, works every time…
Meanwhile, having solved all the nation’s problems, rodent lives matter.
The invasion started slowly at first…
BUT THE MAGIC INDIGENOUSNESS.
I will now denounce myself.
Walt Kelly chimes in:
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Well, quite. And it’s one of those scenes that can be used to determine how pretentious and dishonest a person is. If someone watches such scenes and then claims not to have misgivings, or claims that anyone having, shall we say, reservations is somehow obviously wicked… you can be pretty confident that frankness is not the word.
Still, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.
BUT THE MAGIC INDIGENOUSNESS.
Actually, it has been done better…
What a lamentable waste of perfectly good virgins.
What a lamentable waste of perfectly good virgins.
If they were really good, they wouldn’t have been virgins…
Band name.
Hippo: I believe it is actually the most dangerous animal in Africa.
Chinese: their language holds them back. It is so hard to learn and use. There is no relation between the character and the sound. There is no natural way to order entries or words (not alphabetic order).
communes: I visited 4 communes back in the day. All depended on outside $. One a rock band, 2 on drugs, one an insurance settlement.
Farming: Back to the land people are also play-acting. They have no concept of how little food they are actually growing. My friend is a real farmer growing corn and soybeans. He has probably half a million in equipment. It actually supports his family but he farms 1000 acres.
“Baby I’ll be there to shake your hand,
Baby I’ll be there to share the land
That they’ll be giving away when we all live together.”
–The Guess Who, 1970
On the other hand, I have been in a lot of homes where the residents made no effort to make their homes less attractive to vermin: Foods were kept in the original cardboard packages, not transferred to glass jars, open garbage sat around for days and days. Such an easy problem to solve, and yet they did nothing. See also: beeping smoke detectors, etc.
Exactly. Is the thread unroll tool something you have to pay for now? I hadn’t used it in some time and when I went looking for it, Thread Unroll wanted money. Which…umm…really? Seems like something rather easy. Had I not become so f’n fed up with my former profession I would write one myself. But just the thought of doing that sort of work again gives me the hives.
Similarly…what is the deal with updates to the calculator apps on iPhones and iPads? Why do they constantly need an “update”? It’s the most basic purpose of a computing device. Like…what bugs haven’t they caught by now? Seems a bit…umm…?