Friday Ephemera (725)
My first thought was coffee maker. || A manhole cover protrudes, a tiny beep is heard. || Big bunker bared. || A somewhat ungardenly garden. || Gruesome shoe death. || Oh, the glamour of Hollywood. || I hear tiny hooves. || Bag of soup transportation tip. || Ectoplasmic happenings. I did this one at school. || At last, how to cook a kitten. || There was smoke, some shouting. || Shoulders and hair, girls. Shoulders and hair. || Unwelcome guest. || Unwelcome guest 2. || A downloadable compendium of Weird Tales, 1923-1954. || Competence under trying circumstances. || A situation has arisen. || For the larger gentleman. || They’re always in the last place you look. || And frankly, who here hasn’t? || Fiddling with focal length. || Don’t tell your mother about the bath-time fort.
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The road to the robot apocalypse may have a few bumps.
Method acting has gotten out of hand.
Timing is everything in life.
On the bright side, cleanup should be easy.
[ Applause ]
Oh, the glamour of Hollywood.
Why you can almost hear the Beach Boys playing in the background.
A downloadable compendium of Weird Tales, 1923-1954.
My friend’s dad had a couple of boxes of these. We would pick our favourite stories and make Super 8 horror movies.
Fiddling with focal length.
I took up photography in my middle teens. A friend worked at a camera shop and he finagled a great discount for his friends. My first camera was a Nikkormat FT2, the poor man’s Nikon F. It was a solidly built camera, could probably survive a direct nuclear hit. My prized lens was an 85 mm Nikkor. An awesome portrait lens. I couldn’t afford much more so I bought a 2x converter that turned it into a 170 mm telephoto lens, so between that and the 50 mm lens that came with the camera I was all set for anything. The downside of a 2x converter was it slowed your camera speed down considerably because all the f-stops were doubled. Fortunately you could buy 800 ASA film which helped. I took a lot of concert photos. The only negatives that survived were from a Frank Zappa concert at Maple Leaf Gardens. I miss that camera. I traded it in for a Nikon FE that I still have today. I think I’d rather have the FT2 back.
That was unexpected! At least, the colour, like something you’d pay a lot of noney for in a marine aquarium shop.
Eww
We did that one at school too but we pushed down on the head first. Still not sure how it works.
Read downthread. They explain it.
Morning, all.
I think everyone involved coped rather well, all things considered. And I did like the, “It’s okay, I’m a midwife.” Lest the situation be confused with some entirely different drama.
Thanks, dicentra.
Clubbing, 1970.
Valeria, “she/her,” thinks you shouldn’t object to this.
I think the people behaving this way should get their shoulders dislocated.
Note that Valeria doesn’t understand why people might have to get to work.
Note, too, that the preening dolts doing this – trying to trap random people and stopping from getting to work – are unlikely to face meaningful consequences. Unlike, say, children riding scooters on a Pride-painted crosswalk.
“Panties”
Does rather give the game away.
“Sensory garden” = concrete and a wet metal bench.
Good work, guys.
Oh, come now. There’s also a tub of dead flowers.
Perhaps it’s intended as a place to contemplate existential meaninglessness. I mean, it is managed by a British train company, presumably for their customers. So I suppose it’s on-brand.
Kindness repaid.
Not entirely unrelated: “A sanctuary from miscreants.”
Musical interlude. Crank those speakers, baby.
Cluster B in a nutshell: choose someone smaller to pick on, pretend to be vulnerable to parasitize others’ labor, reciprocate with predation.
THE HELL IS THAT
No, don’t thank me. All part of the service.
A miracle foretold:
Mark your calendars.
Very insightful comment – the group of people who don’t get membership, are mostly not bad people. But that group includes pretty much 100% of shoplifters and criminals. And you would rather lose revenues from that group, even though the majority of that group may be ok.
That beautifully explains why people are racist, why in some Asian countries countries certain “minority” religion areas are avoided by others, why taxi drivers in NY refuse to pick up black passengers.
And why that nonsense about “not all xyz are bad” is rubbish. If you can minimise exposure to potential ungrateful lemonade thieves by cutting off exposure to 20% of the population, you would do it.
Hmm. Would that work with squirrels?
[ Summons squirrels from trees, issues instructions. ]
Great example of anarcho-tyranny in action. If they were blocking access to an abortion clinic the police would be handing out wooden shampoos left and right and they’d be facing 15 to 20 in a federal penitentiary.
As all the cool kids are saying on socials… realise where we are.
For accuracy they should rename it to the ‘Post War Britain Sensory Garden’, I think a Victorian or Edwardian sensory garden would be quite a different and much more enjoyable thing, even if confined to a train station.
LOL
But seriously WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
I have to say, some of you are difficult to please.
I was waiting for a tapeworm to come out.
Not sure I can improve on Iowahawk’s Pilgrim Bagpipe Fartcore music. Seems to cover it.
I saw the word “panties”, got all excited and then clicked.
Yeah, yeah, I know. No refunds, credit note only.
[ Wipes bar, whistles nonchalantly. ]
Well, it’s an increasingly commonplace tactic among Those So Inclined. The initiators of the aggression can pretend that what they’re doing, for kicks, isn’t actually violence, while depending entirely on intimidation, mob coercion and physical aggression. And should their targets react physically to such provocation – say, by punching the aggressors – then Those So Inclined will loudly declare their victimhood and promptly do their utmost to have their targets arrested.
Their spite is recreational and therefore without any obvious limit.
See also this, which includes some rather telling examples.
Of course, in a morally realistic society, Those So Inclined would have their teeth shattered against the nearest kerbstone. As a reminder to check their narcissism.
A project for the weekend?
Do let us know how it goes.
To be fair, once you find them, you stop looking.
Miracles, everywhere.
Wife says no. 🙁
Doesn’t understand much of anything. Probably another trust fund baby.
Try selling it as a romantic evening in. Ladies, I gather, like that kind of thing.
What?
[ Sounds of womenfolk gathering hoses, making ultrabong. ]
[ Sounds of womenfolk screaming as they fall out over the choice of fabric for the ultrabongs’ neck cushions. ]
Band name.
How much you wanna bet a disproportionate percentage of these are the source of most of the bullshit?
How to blend a puppy? Glenn Reynolds has yet to reveal his smoothie recipe.
Merely praying nearby, without blocking anything, can earn one a prison sentence.
Thanks, liberals, your betrayal of civilization is noted.