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:
As promised, Ping, good Sir, and may your blog have many more happy birthdays.
Bless you, madam. May setting up your new phone be a swift and effortless process.
Well of course he was.
May setting up your new phone be a swift and effortless process.
This is rather prescient, as my current phone is so old and outdated that various apps no longer work, most recently the email, which I am finding a bit inconvenient. There may be a newer version of phone in my future.
[ Puts on white cotton gloves. Positions new phone on satin cushion, strokes it. ]
Ooh yeah, right there, don’t stop.
Noise reduction
Uh-huh:
The Cookiecutter shark! Ha, I know that because there was an Octonauts episode about them!
Farnsworth M Muldoon:
Damn Florida! They are KILLING trans people!
These are the consequences of making “trans” people out (cleans screen) their actual sex on a drivers license.
It is a genocide of extraordinary magnitude.
I already support the law. You don’t have to keep selling me on it.
David:
I know, I know. You’re itching to join them.
My observation is that polyamorous groups are usually composed of the people you would least want to have sex with, but, honestly the two-toned blonde/redhead is kind of pretty. Why would she want to insert herself into that bunch of freaks?
I’m voting “daddy issues.”
This Adjunct Assistant Professor of Medical Education in the Mayo Clinic College of Medicine and Science sure seems like an erudite, well balanced fellow.
I’m voting “daddy issues.”
I’m guessing she’s the fulcrum in the relationships, the pressure point for most of the conflict…and she loves it. Why settle for fucking up one relationship when when you can take down six.
Somewhat related, “Imagine they’re embracing you instead of that other tramp.”
I paraphrase, but only just.
“Who are we to judge and discriminate?”
More vocabulary than I wanted to know:
Damaged people and people who damage people.
It’s painful to recall the “you mustn’t judge” culture of the 60’s and onward.
But it’s hard to believe the people who run the children’s play center did not realize that this was a fetish and kink event. Can anyone be so naive?
A funny prank:
Even funnier: Take multiple people.
Can anyone be so naive?
They weren’t, they had a “no pooping in your diapers” and a “no sexy time” rule so they knew exactly what was happening.
Also in the world of “It’s going to get worse, isn’t it”, the Guardian informs us a mistake was made.
I was guessing drugs, but another source indicates subnormal intelligence.
It’s hard to imagine choosing to live under such self-imposed desperation, shame, and need for affirmation. It’s not enough to have an unusual set of sexual desires. Then you have to change your sex. And it’s not enough to change your sex. You also have to change your religion. And then you change your religion to that which is most antithetical to your life choices. I’m trying to think of where this poor slob goes from here.
Ask Elon about this. (found via Dicentra)
That. Why, it’s almost a clue.
Or, Mentally ill man who kept his severed, rotting testicles in the fridge, “next to the eggs,” is mentally ill.
Tell me again how this ilk isn’t after removing all age barriers to sex.
So often we see “partner” to designate the romantic other. Not “boyfriend” or “husband” or “fiance”. So it is a not-very-serious relationship. Why do people put up with that? In my day (there i said it) if the person you were dating said they were not planning to marry, it led to a breakup–because what is the point of wasting limited time on someone not serious?
From what I’ve read, Islam, at least as practised in Iran, doesn’t have an issue with transsexuals.
The Dutch version of Soylent Green
Well without the crackers wouldn’t it be more the Dutch version of suttee?
A funny caption.
Seems fair.
Not your usual Valentine’s Day poem.
Wouldn’t be the first time for them:
IYKYK…
Going on a bit of a rant here….This is probably going to upset some people, but my GOD does this need to be said…
I’m a man and a human being (apparently you need to say both) and as both of those things – I’m disappointed in so many people who think that “not being a fan” of someone means you intend to crap all over them…
FFS, forget it. Women are bloody idiots. Not just, or even specifically Taylor Swift. She can’t sing live for $**t but at least she’s easy on the eyes. And her recorded music tunes aren’t as bloody annoying as a lot of other pop “artists”. Hell, she’s not as bad as Journey or REO Speedwagon. Aside from that I don’t know or care much about her. But bloody hell I’m tired of women inferring or implying that any mere suggestion, even when prompted, that maybe, just maaaaybe the constant Tay-Tay OMGOMGOMG worship is just a wee bit tiresome is something that needs to be corrected. The women of Western civilization need to get off their bloody high horses about G-D near every bloody thing. Nobody hates women like women hate women. Women will force other women, even their daughters to shower with biological men. They are the main drivers of the sexual mutilation of young boys and girls. They, along with the weak idiot men who are too chicken sh*t to stand up to them, which is probably 80% of men, are the main drivers of most of the pain and misery in this world.
Well, ok. Except that one. Though I might add that women seem to like liver more so than men. Or so has been my observation.
“I hate liver, liver makes me quiver, liver makes curl right up and die….”
Why is Australia upside-down on that map?
Grok.
It’s right side up if you’re in Australia.
How much for a year of manly respect?
Trying to extricate Sani Abacha’s legacy?
The looming French cheese crisis.
That’s moldy French cheese, so Wallace and Grommet can sleep easy.
Still no Wensleydale found within 10 miles of here. (Okay, you’ve got over 200 kinds of cheese, but they’re all just different varieties of a dozen some types. Ya bastads.)
Probably to disorient all the deadly critters there.
Congratulations on 17 years. Token of appreciation on its way.
Bless you, sir. May your enemies forget at least one thing on their shopping lists. Ideally, whatever it was that prompted the list in the first place.
And again, 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.
And this place being here is, I think, a good thing.
This just seems to complicate matters.
Today’s word is symbolism:
Theodore Dalrymple, quoted here.
Remember the Japanese restaurants where sushi was served on the naked body of a young woman? It’s all creepy, but now the boys are getting used too.
Helen Joyce on “hermetically sealed nonsense.”