Friday Ephemera (711)
Ladies, do you recycle yours? || Well, I laughed. || The Electric Egg, 1942. || Juggling, from above. || “I’ve been bouncing for fifteen years.” || “Liturgical Barbie with matching vestments.” || Luckily, his balls took the brunt of it. || Bending water. || You have to warm it up first. (NSFW) || Feeding time. || Tall Korean visits Netherlands. || Incoming. || Quite. || A question of eye-hand coordination. || It gives her chills. || This is Sparta. || Today’s word is practised. || Possibly not ideal for pornography enthusiasts. || The progressive retail experience, parts 533, 534, 535, and 536. || Somewhat impractical football pitch. || Intrepid adventurers. || An erotic vision. || Proof, were it needed, that you have a low and filthy mind. || And finally, today’s other words are engine failure.
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Do they also do plumbing? 😐
If I were Lord Vetinari, the man who slashed him with a fish knife would never again have the opportunity to harm anyone.
Thanks to feminism and the twin menaces of leftism and ghetto culture, the erosion of the taboo against hitting girls seems advisable.
Give them a penguin plushie as a mascot.
Medical therapy? Really?
Social media in one tweet.
French ingenuity.
Helicopter engine failure: This must be fake. Neil deGrasse Tyson has publicly assured us that a helicopter in this situation falls straight to the ground.
To be fair, weren’t those 1930’s and 40’s British buses also rather under-powered?
“This is what happens when you stop shaming people.”
Not just shaming. Extra shaming.
“Liturgical Barbie with matching vestments.”
I’ve never felt happier to be a Roman Catholic with our male clergy.
Cockatoo finding out he is going to the vet I sometimes wonder of more pets would handle this better if their owners would show themselves happily submitting to the vet’s attentions.
Rainbow flags and Dolly Parton and Taylor Swift lyrics? Surely there must be some female priests and ministers who are not fashionably nuts?
And finally, today’s other words are engine failure.
What size trousers does that pilot wear, to fit balls of that size?
Cockatoo finding out he is going to the vet
The bird requires an exorcist, not a vet.
It’s a training exercise. Noted in the comments with a link to the original video.
“Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.” — Samuel Johnson
Neil deGrasse Tyson has publicly assured us that a helicopter in this situation falls straight to the ground.
Would that he knew as much about the things he thinks he knows a lot about.
Autorotations are a standard helicopter emergency procedure and really analogous to having an engine failure in a fixed wing aircraft, though obviously not as swell a glide ratio. Similarly to stalling a fixed wing, the only thing that would make the thing drop like a rock is not keeping enough airspeed to keep the rotor turning.
Given where they were the pilot did a great job – fixed wing engine out, helicopter auto, a key feature is finding a place to set the thing down in one piece..
@pst314
To be fair, weren’t those 1930’s and 40’s British buses also rather under-powered?
Probably, but I was marvelling at the Frog-ish ability to make 60kph both 44 and 37 mph.
Well, that and losing the Jesus Nut.
Definitely a savage beast. There’s no syrup.
It was a training exercise, according to the comments.
Tall Korean visits Netherlands.
I need that re-captioned in feet and inches. My definition for tall is 6′ and over
Intrepid adventurers.
Top stuff, and if they get into strife Lassie is there to save them
“This is Sparta.“
It’s fair to say I wasn’t expecting that…
RNB: “Neil deGrasse Tyson has publicly assured us that a helicopter in this situation falls straight to the ground.“
No idea who he is, but I’m guessing from that, one answer is ‘not a physicist‘..?
Julia… are you sitting down?…
Morning, all.
Inexplicably, they fired him.
Well you’re up early.
Gotta admit, the dance was a nice touch.
No earlier than usual. Though sometimes my attention is focussed exclusively on a mug of coffee and umpteen emails, not you heathens.
I suspect the ‘dance moves’ were intended to physically intimidate, as if he might suddenly lash out. Note that the other man steps backwards, as if unsure of what will happen next.
And note, too, that, as so often, the belligerent, abusive moron is the one uploading footage of his own behaviour to social media, as if it were flattering and made him look sympathetic. As if he were the hero, or heroic victim, of the drama. And his followers applaud him.
There’s no reaching a mind like that. It has to be written off.
Who knew bears could climb?
Intrepid adventurers.
Hope for the future yet.
You have to warm it up first.
NO.
A question of eye-hand coordination.
Alas, the fellow behind that particular account has had me blocked ever since he… suffered a bit of an episode.
Won’t it just make everything harder to read?
Not for Starbucks frequenting cyber criminals.
That would seem to be an issue. I’m not sure what the advantages would be, beyond being able to pretend that you’re in an episode of The Expanse.
[ Pretends to be in an episode of The Expanse. ]
The latter-day Gordian Knot for all political aspirants everywhere.
You can only get so far pretending it doesn’t exist or pretending it’s not a problem or pretending it’s actually a judgment on the moral failings of its critics.
I thought that was a good series.
Dominique Tipper (Naomi Nagata) can’t act her way out of a wet paper bag though.
Very interesting. I’d like to see it done by a female juggler with…larger flying buttresses though, you know, for science.
God help me I both belly laughed and snorted. I’m a very bad man.
I enjoyed it, for the most part. After the first few episodes, which were a bit meh, it became quite intriguing. I liked the way the scale of the drama grew in each season, each time signalled by an impossible event – say, the laws of physics taking a strange turn. It’s a shame the series was prematurely cancelled, and that they had to wrap things up without finishing the larger, more interesting story.
She and WhatsHisFace, the chap who played Holden, were by far the weakest elements. It was very hard to care about them. Amos was more interesting as a character. And Miller 2.0, later Metallic Table-Miller, was always fun.
And I did enjoy the Avasarala-Bobbie-Coyter dynamic.
Well of course it did, I mean, who doesn’t know that?
Miller/Julie were the best part of the series.
Naomi fullfilled the DEI requirement for a brownish woman whose face is stuck wearing an annoying expression. (See also Sonequa Martin-Green, Walking Dead.)
Holden being and being played by a whatshisface sums up the main issues there.
See also Marco Inaros (aka Mr Topknot, or Mr I’m-Not-That-Good-At-This-Acting-Lark) and his dull, pouty offspring. God, that storyline dragged. And Inaros’ overdue comeuppance in the finale was bizarrely abrupt and unsatisfying. After the protracted build-up, it was over in a blink, almost like a random edit. Due, I assume, to the series’ cancellation.
Parts of the finale were good, very good, and quite imaginative – the assault on the ring station, with the hundreds of shipping containers and pieces of trash being dropped as false targets – but after that, things went downhill. Meetings, negotiations, a transport alliance. Belter-Belter-blah-blah-blah.
They basically wound up the ‘B’ plot, the local skirmish, while abandoning the bigger storyline. And so, events beyond the rings, the strange alien ‘dogs’ who ‘repair’ things, the unhappily resurrected boy, the enormous proto-molecule object building itself in orbit, and Admiral Duarte’s “I have gods to kill” tease… were all left unresolved. It just stops.
I suppose that was the thing with show overall. Some really entertaining elements – proto-molecule shenanigans, Miller 2.0, Avasarala’s outfits – and some actors whose talents were difficult to detect.
“Not a physicist” was a reasonable hypothesis, given Tyson’s tendency to speak with smirking autist-level certainty about absolutely everything.
Hence:
“You will now be permanently removed from society. No hard feelings, but we cannot afford to tolerate your presence.”
Also necessary: Harsh judgment on those who pretend that crime is a moral indictment of society.
Wouldn’t that be Aussie arithmetic, given that it’s an Australian blog? And even if you can trace that error to a French source, I’ll remind you that it’s been awhile since an Aussie joke has appeared in this blog. [ Cue philosophers all named Bruce, etc. ]
Sixties band name. Seventy percent music, ten percent marijuana, fifteen percent psychedelic paint job, five percent LSD.
As noted before, there’s a tendency, especially among progressives, to shy from the reality of just how degenerate the degenerate can be.
Instead, we’re told that such creatures are just like us, only more oppressed and therefore more deserving. Which, if nothing else, is kind of insulting.
Regarding my comment above, there’s a trilogy of sorts. One, two, three.
And if those items are of interest, perhaps even informative, I’ll remind patrons that this blog has a tip jar.
I’m shameless that way.
Wouldn’t that be Aussie arithmetic, given that it’s an Australian blog?
If the option is to blame the French vs. anyone else in the known or unknown universe, blame the French.
Everyone should now glare easterly, except in the Antipodes, northwest, unless there is a shorter great circle route.