Friday Ephemera (721)
Toilet-related innovation of note. || Urinal respect test. || How mice get into your toilet. || Well, you’d never tire of that. || The thrill of neatness. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Curious turtle, or perhaps territorial. || Classics of the internet, a possible series. || Ah, the British tradition of politely queueing. || Peekaboo. || Public domain book covers, a collection of, shall we say, misjudgements. || Butter whipping and other art. || A balloon was involved. || The thrill of extruding. || On recidivism. Related. || “Releasing his bodily fluids.” || Setting an example for the children. || Learning environment. || Lively neighbourhood. || User Inyerface, a UI game of sorts. || Good to have options, I guess. || You have to admire the effort. || And finally, in radical fitness news, it’s aged and has a nice brown tint.
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And is that from where the moniker ComputerLabRat comes?
Erm… is this like a Rorschach test?
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, madam.
[ Points to innocent face. ]
You could do worse than emulate the great Sherlock Holmes:
Many years ago, I was in a beer garden quite late on a balmy summer evening – we do have them in the UK on occasion – when we were approached by two women in their late 30s or early 40s, dressed up to the nines.
One of them then introduced us to her daughter, whose 13th birthday* it turned out to be, and her daughter’s best friend, who was the same age.
They wanted, she explained, to celebrate the girl’s 13th birthday by taking her to a pub and demonstrating how a lady out on the town approaches men.
It was already past 10 in the evening.
Though we weren’t impolite, it would have nevertheless clear that we disapproved (especially the guys in the group who had children of their own).
After a brief grunt of disappointment mingled with disgust, they set off, 13 year old girls in tow, to try their luck at another table.
Sometimes the imagination fails to bridge the values gap that exists between members of the ‘same’ community.
*Horrifyingly, it may even have been her 12th birthday.
Definitely something that could catch on in this here joint.
I vote we use the jars of hump fat for target practice – nice and absorbent.
Toss pst a pickled egg. Go ahead. This will be fun.
I’m guessing you’re using the word lady quite loosely.
That’s pretty extreme, but getting organized can be a great reliever of stress. I know that my remodeling, which completely revamped the kitchen and closets, eliminated a lot of daily frustration in finding and retrieving things.
Does it have cupholders?
1) It doesn’t need ‘remaking’ (i.e. mucking up) and 2) neither proposal offers an improvement on the original.
True but if it’s inevitable…
No, that’s not how you ford a stream.
[…] one of its most celebrated artists […]
Makes one long for the days when art school dropouts were forced to invade neighbouring countries.
I don’t know why anyone would be surprised that someone holding a basically fraudulent job would engage in, you know, fraud.
A testament either to the quality of Victorian plaster and lath, or the anemia of his revolver.
from that thread:
I see that Joe Haldeman is on the internet.
The former. I have watched people demolishing plaster walls in Victorian era houses: Thick layers of very dense plaster strengthened with horse hair. A tough job even for the very physically fit. Better to get suitable power tools.
[ Fetches revolver. ]
It occurs to me that someone, somewhere, may now be checking whether Hump Fat is an actual thing.
Caption time.
Total immersion car wash
Reads like a Mad-Libs game cobbled together by Anger Studies doctoral candidates.
I’m confused.
Is it misogyny from ‘trans’ towards women or ‘misogyny’ from whoever towards ‘trans’?
Can you even have ‘miso’ with no ‘gyny’?
“I can’t breathe,” she says.
I’ll fetch your shocked faces.
Repeatedly.
At volume.
No need.
The mascara really brings out the goatee.
People accustomed to civilised behaviour often forget, or choose not to know, just how, erm, diverse the human species is.
Not entirely unrelated.
Mess with the bull . . .
Or, Huge Fucking Bull Not, In Fact, A Puppy.
It’s Yellowstone’s Bison Toss Season moved to the beach.
Never expect honest, reasoned argument from the creatures at the Nation.
Narcissistic black sociopaths are how our culture is vibrantly enriched.
“You can take the rat out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the rat.“
No known motive? We know what the motive was.
Hold the front page!
Caption time : with the priming of the earlier “thrill of neatness” video, it’s quite satisfying the way the object is so neatly put away.
Who was this person working for, on what commercial basis, and how did the progress meetings go? I see the purchase orders, invoices and bank transfers in the system for $4 million worth of anti-white struggle sessions, but some of our white employees haven’t had an anti-white struggle session for six months. How much longer can the company survive with this intolerable failure to deliver?
And then there are the major publishers who deceptive art on covers to entice readers. I’ve bought books with cover art that turned out to have nothing to do with the stories within. Ditto cover blurbs that deceptively characterized the story.
Um, I’d want to get to know her first.
Biden is implicated in child trafficking in his country
Great Caesar’s Ghost.
Remaking the Princess Bride, a couple of proposals
I think I’d settle for one that actually correctly adapted the book, rather than what Reiner did. It’s Starship Troopers levels of not understanding the source.
“I can’t breathe,” she says.
That white hood at the very end? That’s a bite bag. It’s on her because she tried to bite one of the officers.
“Remaking the Princess Bride”
Dear God no, and would be another reason to avoid any movie made after around 2005, as others in this neighborhood have often suggested.
Can you imagine a talentless, expressionless, black lesbian woman playing Inigo, kicking Westley’s arse in the sword fight because women and blacks are perfect, before adding “someone killed my father. Good riddance, he deserved to die, the patriarchal bastard.”
You know it’s going to happen that way.
That’s the only good reason for a remake.
I confess that after 50 years I no longer remember the book at all, only a vague recollection that it was different.
More likely Reiner knew perfectly well how he was butchering the source. Hollywood does that a lot.
Some of it is inevitable – it’s part of trying to translate words on a page to a concrete image.
Left Behind In Rosedale: Race Relations And The Collapse Of Community Institutions, by Scott Cummings
And a thread of quotes with comments:
And they can easily get past a closed toilet seat.
Thank goodness the toilet in the old house I rent had one of those old, heavy, wooden seats – or maybe it was the low water level relative to the depth of the bowl – either way, the danged rat was still in there the next morning when the pest control guy showed up. I had closed the bathroom door, although there’s a bit of gap under it, so that wouldn’t have stopped a rat that got out of the toilet.
And is that from where the moniker ComputerLabRat comes?
Haha – no, but it does seem more appropriate now. I was LabRat online since grad school, and started off here as that, until someone told me there was another, long-time commenter who also used it, so I switched. Before I got my own computer and internet connection, I practically lived in the department computer lab, working during the day, and playing Diablo off a CD at night when everyone was gone.
Via Ace, “Gender affirming” surgery saves lives!™
Of course if there was pre-procedure shrinkology, there would have been no need for a procedure.
Book cover from a book found in a library that had nothing by Thomas Hobbes, nothing by F.A. Hayek, nothing by Edmund Burke, nothing by Georges Santayana, nothing by Frederic Bastiat…well, you can guess the rest of the nothings.
DON’T
This study drives me crazy. “Those who did not” were people who didn’t have gender dysphoria: they just went in for other types of surgery.
It doesn’t compare pre-op dysphorics with post-op dysphorics. It just shows that dysphorics who happen to have had surgery have a high suicide rate than those who have surgery in general.
It’s a useless statistic. All they did was show that the mere act of having surgery probably doesn’t cause you to commit suicide.
Not for love or money.
Can you even have ‘miso’ with no ‘gyny’?
I prefer my miso with fried tofu, green onion and wakame.