Friday Ephemera (719)
New, improved lesbian dating scene. || He’s a therapist, obviously. || At all times, dignity. || Seismic calibration. || A clubland encounter. || Catnap of note. || A situation had arisen. || Educational scenes. || The thrill of automatic windscreen wipers. || Expand your vocabulary. || Her name is Dumpy and she’s a big girl. || It’s a job. || Hers is bigger than yours. || Thank goodness, the gurus have arrived. || I’m pretty sure that shouldn’t be there. || The progressive women will save us. || “They put the prices on, but that’s just for, like, if you want to pay. It’s not mandatory.” || South Park Super Panavision 70. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Well, a cushion would be nice. || “The Chinese thought I was doing an elaborate joke.” (h/t, Nate Whilk) || And finally, fade-outs – the hot new innovation in pop music.
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‘Improved’ may not be quite the word.
There’s the kaboom!
Expand your vocabulary.
As Bob Hope would say (sing), thanks for the mammaries.
Was Golden Bozos in the list?
Accurate description of the players.
Part Two…
New, improved lesbian dating scene.
Were any of those people actual women?
If you’re going to take on the ‘most dangerous species in the entire f—ing world’ don’t you think you’re going to need a bit more nous than shown to date?
SAID THE MAN PRETENDING TO BE A LESBIAN.
“Confidently sustainable”
“The thrill of automatic windscreen wipers.”
Ooooh, WANT!
Yeah, it’s racist not to!
Morning, all.
Heh. Man in dress pretends to be a lesbian while being incongruously flirty with women who seek out therapy. It does have an air of wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing.
Still, his head tilt is totally on point.
Or, employee of publicly-funded broadcaster, whose job is to communicate with the British public, deliberately seeks out language that her audience is unlikely to recognise. Because the animal names that the audience, the supposed customer, uses – and would actually recognise – offend her own status-seeking pretensions.
How terribly selfless of her.
Somewhat related:
We’re also expected to believe that would-be botanists and biologists are in some way being psychologically injured by the fact that much of the “flora of New Caledonia” is “named after a man.”
Is twerking a religion now?
It does seem to have acquired the status of an all-purpose, all-situation affirmation of some kind. Though of what, I’m not entirely sure.
And the scene, among many others like it, does rather call into question the claim that all black people live in continual fear of the police. That mere proximity can crush the very breath out of them.
Are they doing ‘Aladdin’?
Fade-outs were so utterly ubiquitous in mid-70s pop music that not fading songs out was one of punk’s signature characteristics.
What’s that from?
It’s an excerpt from Trinity and Beyond: The Atomic Bomb Movie. I saw it years ago. Quite watchable, as I recall.
The rediscovery of the fade-out does seem perfectly designed to make some of us feel ancient.
Thanks.
Napping – choice between cheetah or suspension over an abyss on high power lines?
I’ll take the cheetah.
Speaking of dangerous felines, I got my boys a little sister – a kitten. I enjoy watching how she saunters up to the watering hole – their dog dishes – and the two 90+ pound brutes step aside to allow Her Majesty to drink. At her last vet visit she weighed a whopping 1.7 pounds so clearly you can see the power dynamic is to her advantage.
Just… wow.
*feels old*
Yes, the soundtrack to your youth is now someone else’s archaeology, apparently.
On the upside, it does present opportunities to mortify teenagers, as when a nephew was enthusing about some HOT NEW BANGING CHOON – until it was pointed out to him that said HOT NEW BANGING CHOON bore a striking resemblance to an embarrassing piece of crap from the late 1980s. Prehistory, in effect.
[ Passes moisturiser. ]
By the way, regarding the South Park item, via Elephants Gerald, how these things are made.
Murder is bad, m’kay.
Brought to you by the City of Memphis.
…offend her own status-seeking pretensions.
I see, so because there are different names in different African languages, there is no one set of “true indigenous animal names”, but a bunch of “true” names, but her favorites are of course the truest of the “true” names.
OK, then. I wonder if she was “jarred” by the German names while growing up in Austria.
I’m not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
“Let’s go see the police.“
Cosplaying Stirling Moss or a WW I pilot after a mission?
I know google (spit) translator is an imperfect tool, but out of curiosity I had to look.
Whereas the Swahili for hyena, giraffe, and elephant matched, “kongoni” was translated as “in the corner”, which is a place many children are told to go stand…
https://slate.com/culture/2014/09/the-fade-out-in-pop-music-why-dont-modern-pop-songs-end-by-slowly-reducing-in-volume.html
“Itchy thumbs” is interesting multisensory language, because fadeouts were part of a multisensory childhood imprinting of listening to popular music on vinyl or radio. The beginning of the end for fadeouts in my opinion was the CD player, and it wasn’t the fast-forward button, it was the ⏯ button, something new where you could skip to the next track without the hand-eye co-ordination required with vinyl or cassette.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-13376353/Miriam-Rivera-reality-model-transgender-suicide.html
A heavily promoted 2000’s show where a bunch of bachelors competed for a date with what they weren’t told was an MtF. What public wanted/needed in the minds of the producers, and what the MtF enthusiastically collaborated in, was the sexual deception and humiliation of cocky young heterosexual men. But attitudes have “evolved” since then.
I don’t know if there’s a term for it, but I do remember the ploy of introducing some new melodic or harmonic element during the fade, to keep people listening.
I don’t know if there’s a term for it, but I do remember the ploy of introducing some new melodic or harmonic element during the fade, to keep people listening.
I hadn’t thought of that, but the iconic fade out that came to my mind was the Beatles fade out in ‘Hey Jude’, and they do do that trick. I wonder how they handled it on stage. Fade outs are fine on radio and on CD/radio/whatever, but they inevitably seem somewhat clumsy and contrived on stage.
Done well, it’s quite a pleasing effect. It leaves the listener with a sense of more possibilities, while implying that the writers of the piece had so many ideas they could keep on throwing them into the mix, even as the train was pulling away, so to speak.
It also implied that the musicians had enough channels on the mixing desk to do this and were therefore in a fancy, terribly expensive studio – which, again, possibly dates the thing.
Multicultural scenes.
They’re called sneaky fuckers. No, really, they are.
Well, if I were in search of a sexually dysmorphic or autogynephile therapist who wants everyone to know that he’s polyamorous – which, frankly, seems unlikely – I’m still not sure I’d want one who’s continually trying to look flirtatious.
Gad Saad has talked about this, using that very expression. Mostly with regard to “male feminists”, as I recall.
The progressive women will save us
Never a bear around when you need one.
The posturing is tedious and she knows it:
Perhaps it’s a bit old-fashioned and not quite with the times but it seems likely gibbets got the same message out and at a lower cost.
Animal names in Latin: if you use local names for critters, each critter would have dozens of names which makes communicating about them or studying them impossible. They need standard names. It is Latin because white men invented science . Everyone is free to use common names in everyday speech, and they do.
It’s something to ponder, certainly.
And when a city has to launch an ad campaign to remind inhabitants, or a subset of inhabitants, that casual murder is less than ideal, I think it’s fair to say that a long list of things has already gone horribly wrong.
Regrettably Texas has its share of these horrid people.
It’s when madam stomps towards the, er, fire department tent.
By the time Hey, Jude came out The Beatles had stopped doing stage shows.
Thank you, David, for your efforts in helping educate the public on a very pressing matter – lack of adequate terms for describing female human anatomy.
You’ve done a good deed here, sir.