Chesterton’s bicycle. || It’s a chair, it’s an earthquake helmet. || A shovel is used. || Tiling issues. || Three sizes, five colours. || Incoming. || I’m not entirely clear on the rules. || Another fun way to pass the time. || It’s an alternative approach. || Giving it to the man. || Big mirror. || “Best new artist.” || I want all of the loveliness in one big injection. || More joys of public transport. || Pulse detected. || Provider and role model. || Critter of the sea. || Car relocation. || Close enough for showbiz work. || Conservatism in an idealised nutshell. || Noise reduction. (h/t, pst314) || Street scenes, godly edition. || Attention, all heterosexual menfolk. If you think she’s hot, you’re gay, apparently. || It’s her way of life. || And finally, because you look like you need this, a “freeing and detoxifying” project for the weekend.
Oh, and while I have your attention, today is this blog’s seventeenth birthday. Yes, seventeen chuffing years. Which is a pretty good excuse to remind patrons that this rickety barge is kept afloat by the kindness of strangers. If you’d like to help it remain buoyant a while longer, and remain ad-free, there are three buttons below the fold with which to monetise any love. Debit and credit cards are accepted.
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Oh yes. The buttons:
Why? “Because we can”? “Look how creative we are”? “Look how insane we are”?
It’s the Clone of Silence for recluses.
Successfully trolled for free national publicity.
So, not yet legal drinking age. Does this blog always have proper adult supervision?
Do this blog’s readers?
Now available in taxicab yellow!
It’s a mystery why so many are wary of trans people.
The progressive retail experience, yet again. Or should it be called “the unspanked”?
Cone of Silence! Cone of Silence, dammit!
Critter of the sea.
Not sharks, depth charges.
More joys of public transport.
Whether someone who craps on a bus is actually human is subject to debate.
…a “freeing and detoxifying” project for the weekend.
The first problem is a $20,000 shoe collection, the second is a Gen Z honky with cornrows, the third is thinking that walking barefoot on filthy streets is “detoxifying”, but then, they are idiots.
Now available in taxicab yellow!
We need Gospodin Cranium’s take, but I am not sure that shot trap where you can bounce one off the glacis into the turret ring is the swellest of ideas.
Don’t forget “pathological need for attention”.
There are places in America where an APC would make a good taxicab.
The Glaswegians seem to have opinions.
Meanwhile, for all you sci fi fans out there, the Imperial Stormtoopers got a new benefit plan. The results will amaze you.
This is not good.
Gone. What was it?
Think there was an update where she said she produced ‘explicit content’ on her site.
I miss the days when shame was a thing.
I can see it.
Them.
But I wish I hadn’t.
I got lost in the archive. *hits tip jar*
“Critter of the sea.“
I know of no shark species with conical teeth. Mosasaurs, however…
I miss talent (and shame).
Also ping!
Morning, all.
I get that a lot.
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May you find plentiful parking.
Oh, it’s still there, waiting to be seen. Perhaps you have to be logged in to Twitter / X to see it.
If I say, “rubber genitals covered in cat hair and being fondled enthusiastically by a dysmorphic woman with a beard,” does that help?
I think we both know the answer to that.
Again, it only seems to be visible if you’re logged in to Twitter / X.
Perhaps this will help.
What?
And this, obviously.
He made his dad a shirt.
As a concept, shame was, I think, underrated and not without its uses. Alas, among many, it now seems terribly unfashionable.
Yes, there’s plenty to unpack, as they say.
*snort*
And ping.
Soon be the big 20.
Bless you, sir. Should you buy new trousers, may you remember to check that the tailoring includes pockets deep enough to prevent your phone falling out whenever you sit down.
Hah. Tits out for the kids, right?
“Michigan transgender Muslim woman loses case against ex who she sued for throwing out jar of her former pair of testicles that she kept in the FRIDGE“
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13062699/testicles-michigan-transgender-muslim-woman-sued-genitals.html
Can’t wait til those kids start voting. #heavysarcasm
Nearly forgot -PING!
Again, for a short video, there’s quite a lot to process. I mean, as a lesson in how-to-be-a-degenerate-and-fail-in-life, it’s pretty much all there. Poor impulse control and immediate gratification; stealing as somehow perfectly okay; and – oh yes – eating junk food off of a store’s floor.
For some reason, that was the detail that stuck in my mind.
Bless you, madam. When absent, may you be missed.
Not to mention serving on juries.
Complete with emotional support dog and head tilt. And the shameful fact that taxpayers paid for the surgery because “she” is “disabled”.
Also lurkers on blogs:
I made myself laugh. I regret nothing.
♫♪Do you come from a land down under,
Where women glow and men wear their undies♫♪
Finally, some social justice, and people will be able to afford sparky car chargers.
About time someone thought of the hardscrabble woes of the millionaires.
It’s a job.
That’s…
I don’t…
How can…
What…
Nope.
Hey, I’m bringing you cultural scrapings. Art thou not enriched?
I think that’s enough enrichment for one
yearcenturymillennium.I think I read about that a couple years ago: Removal of improperly built facades which were peeling away. Maybe in China. (But, once again, my memory is suspect.)
But Briggs, where do all these dumb smart people come from?
Today, graduating from university is more common than completing high school in the 1940s
(I notice that, as usual, Briggs’ enemies have inserted typos into his post.)
I simply don’t believe you, madam. You look and sound as if you’re about to burst into tears.
It’s not so much the scraping as the teeth-shattering drilling I’m struggling with.
If that’s the most convincing take, how bad were the others?
Ping!
You look and sound as if you’re about to burst into tears.
Indeed, lame justification trying very hard to convince herself.
Meanwhile, NYC always sucked.
Well, quite. I wouldn’t want to be in that head.
Bless you, sir. May the snow melt overnight, thus sparing you the chore of gritting.
Believe all women, demanded my “liberal” ex-friends.
How does he get back those lost years? Lost peace of mind? Lost income?
How many years should she spend in prison? I say more than he did, because hers was a cold-blooded calculated crime.
Thanks to all who’ve chipped in so far, or subscribed, or done shopping via the Amazon links, including all those much too shy to say hello. It’s much appreciated and is what keeps this place here.
The subways were just fine before the rise of deranged liberalism. Crowded, yes, but clean and safe at any hour of day or night.
Tea-making level: Supreme Master.
Beautiful and also a bit disturbing.
The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife: How it began.
I see the inter-dimensional breach still needs fixing.
And in sporting news.
You’re doing violence to the meaning of ‘help.’
Oooh, apparently we have a 388 page report from the US Department of “Justice” exonerating then Vice-President Joe Biden from accusations of stealing classified documents.
It’s because current U.S. President Joe Mentia is too demented to be capable of standing trial!
This is my innocent face.
[ Points to face. ]
And in sporting news.
Meanwhile in the world of dance…
From the sole of your shoe?
Skillz.
Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education. — Mark Twain
Teaching kids to steal. Not only overtly, but via attitudes and expression, we transmit culture to our kids. these kids will learn how to get all the gov handouts, how to steal and fence, how to get a gun, how to get out of jail, but probably not how to do geometry. I saw a study of attitudes among various groups. In white trailer park residents (and similar) you were a sucker if you worked and saved. Just as a simple example.
hahaha I thought it was a reference too obscure for me to get, though tbf I’m still working on my coffee
I’m not entirely clear on the rules.
Brownian motion?
Right. “Their interests” which for animals in the wild are basically hunting, eating, and reproducing.
Well, those and abstract painting, philosophy, and writing Icelandic eddas.
Sorry about that, Chief.
And in sporting news.
That’s cheered me up a bit! It was the 10 goalies that really made it.
Glad to hear it. Score, as they say.
I still don’t want to believe that’s real.
Happy birthday, David’s blog. *pings tip jar*
Bless you, madam. May your kitchen scissors be razor-sharp, and hang artfully from a magnetised knife rack.
Much better than the 10 goolies in that earlier item.
Well isn’t that nice: Volcano + Rainbow = Unicorn!
If anyone… er, wins, do let the rest of us know.
Do I even want to know what it’s got in its jar?
Not sure if that’s winning or losing.
Heh. Well, indeed.
Well apparently I’ve made a discovery!
I’ll be expecting a full and detailed report by first thing Monday morning.
Holy frijoles.
And
And … wait for it …
Which brought to mind:
And,
From this, and this.
Gosh what a surprise. They’re both hosted on the same child-grooming sex pest server!
Look – I don’t know why it made those things into links.
There was an earthquake!
A terrible flood!
Locusts!
IT WASN”T MY FAULT I SWEAR!”
What are they planning to do with it?
Happy birthday David’s blog. I’ll have to Ping you when I get home – need to use the card that’s NOT Bank of America.
♪ ♫ ♪ How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria? ♪ ♫ ♪
My first thought on reading this was ‘probably going to be fake willies’. Guess I’ve been reading your site for too long. Happy anniversary!
[ Points to innocent face. ]
[ Points to skeptical face. ]
Was he awarded extra points?
[ Holds up picture of adorable puppy. ]
“ageism”: The reason we have various laws about children (can’t drive, vote, buy alcohol, work full time, buy a house) is that they are too young and naive to protect themselves and can’t handle adult responsibilities. It is to protect them from exploitation and big mistakes. Do you really want drunk 7 yr olds? Children also have a magical view of the world (well, TBF so do progs) and will vote for unicorns (well, tbf so do progs).
flaming toilet: imagine the smell. Imagine a big turd flaming right below your still seated butt. Reminds me of those no flush urinals progs love: always smell bad and the concentrated urine eats away at cast iron pipes. Is there nothing progs can’t screw up? (assumes the flaming toilet is for real)
I’m not entirely clear on the rules.
For some reason the Internet has suddenly discovered Doodle God, a twelve year old Flash & mobile game.