Friday Ephemera (727)
She must’ve been able to see the beginning of space and time. || The smooth jazz noodling is the icing on the cake. || Incoming. || Suboptimal situation. || New “fatphobic” thing detected. || I believe the preferred term is selling ass. || The thrill of German syntax. || Good news, bad news. || Hiding underground. || A lot can happen in 28 seconds. || She hopes this clarifies things. || Demon cat. || Mr Achacoso is a psychiatric nurse. || Walk towards the light. || Those rope-burn woes. || “The woman is just one of 140 people being investigated for making ‘harmful comments’ towards the rapists.” || Armpit charms. || On the pitfalls of pitch correction software. || Policing at its finest. || Some punching required. || Chesterton’s cone. || And finally, well, um, I’m just going to leave this here.
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You poor thing. How you must suffer.
[ Passes used, slightly greasy serviette to Stephanie. ]
Here, dry those tears.
Glastonbury.
serviette
Can’t just say napkin in this dive, no, have to drag the perfidious French into this.
SMDH.
Give Muldoon a nappie next time he asks. 😀
“New York psychotherapist”
[ Fetches shredded newspaper for Muldoon. ]
Jeez, that’s cruel. Even the visitors from Ace of Spades get sawdust on the floor.
Are they still called morons?
from Ace of Spades:
Thanks! I was running out for my side hustle of selling the stuff to people cleaning windshields at stoplights.
You have done a great service for Our Nation’s Derelict Heritage™!
The source:
But was the post satire? Serious? I still have no idea. Since he says he’s a comedian, I believe I have good reason to take him seriously. See Whoopi Goldberg, Jimmy Kimmel, etc.
Heh. Of course it’s a bit easier to show how nuts these people are now. But if you had tried bringing any attention to the matter 30+ years ago when something maybe, kinda, sorta have been done about it…well…
I miss Margaret Thatcher. Full transcript here.
[ waves hand in transparently manipulative affectation of shyness ]
It’s going to get up to 89 Fahrenheit here, with 81% humidity.
Thought for the day on reparations
The Romans enslaved British people back in the day. Why are we British of today not demanding reparations from the Italians?
Indeed…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc7HmhrgTuQ
Don’t settle for pizza on Fridays. Shrimp scampi every day!
The cat just tried to cover it up.
Houseguest.
Or lunch.
re: Politeness or gaslighting
Two things.
One. I am an actual woman — a ‘person of cervix,’ not some symsexual. I am, however, almost 6′ tall, fairly muscular, and wear my hair short. I get mistaken for a man on a regular basis (especially when I’ve chosen that day’s garb for comfort/warmth rather than displaying my distinctly feminine curves). I’ve never had someone flee my presence, in a confined space or otherwise, which I strongly suspect is because I’m perceived as just ‘some guy’ and not ‘some guy doing a bad impersonation of a woman.’ (Being ‘misgendered’ also doesn’t bother me in the least, because I know what I am and I’m not trying to live a lie).
Two. This is something Larry Correia had a post on a few years back. He’s a big man, hulking and scary-looking, and like other such men has had women who don’t know him go out of their way to avoid him. Rather than getting butthurt, he approves, because it shows those women are aware of their surroundings and taking steps to distance themselves from potential threats. He’s fiercely protective of women and would rather they mistake him for a bad guy than be injured or worse ignoring their instincts for the sake of politeness around an actual bad guy.
I never developed a taste for venison. A view further confirmed when Beloved Sister-In-Law gave a party and served her, shall we say, experimental venison pizzas.
Luckily, the wine was served in wholesale quantities.
Go on…
You seem to have mistaken this fragrant establishment for a low-rent knocking shop.
[ Considers running a low-rent knocking shop. ]
What is her name and address? Grazie.
You seem to have mistaken this fragrant establishment for a low-rent knocking shop.
As the home court would never be mistaken for fragrant (other then euphemistically) I take it you are gadding about again and describing some other pub.
[ Ponders commonalities of blog host and knocking-shop madam. ]
I’d have transferrable skills.
Venison is, I think, an acquired taste that I largely haven’t. The thought of it on a pizza doesn’t appeal.
Venison is rather dry because deer eating leaves have trouble putting on body fat. Bear, duck and goose are quite fatty and therefore tasty.
People who have no situational awareness may easily find themselves in trouble or worse. My wife is quite aware that at her age she can’t exactly run away from trouble and is very happy when I can accompany her wherever.
“it sounds like you had a stressful experience with motordom and blamed cyclists because of a normativity bias…telling me not to escalate is telling me not to exist.”
–those Critical Mass lunatics
While I don’t exactly get excited about it, I do have a fond memory of it from the first Thanksgiving of my memory. Like elk or moose it seems exotic and exciting when ordered, but while I wouldn’t necessarily call it disappointing, it’s close. Good but not fantastic. I like it in sausage much better. Back when I kinda, sorta, maaaaybe bought into the idea of lean meats (only because EVERYONE with any “knowledge” told me I was a big, big dummy for thinking otherwise) I enjoyed it more.
I strongly prefer beef and pork. I suspect that I’m supposed to love venison because it’s somehow more “authentic”.
OK, that’s respectable hot/humid. Like walking into a sauna, and standing in the shade provides no relief.
those Critical Mass lunatics
“motonormativity is present in the injunction”
Break. His. Knees.
Gaslighting. And what dicentra said.
The sport advert is also quite odd, in that the message seems to be that women and girls must welcome mentally ill men and boys into their sports, including contact sports, even when the physical advantage – and physical danger – is obvious.
Well, in contact sports, we’ve seen what generally happens when the two sexes assume equivalence. Doesn’t seem a good idea, frankly.
The sly choice of casting is also worth noting. In both adverts, the dysmorphic men are played by actors with darker skin, thus insinuating that any hesitation or reservation is akin to racism and therefore invalid by default. Something to be scolded out of existence.
The adverts ooze an assumed virtue, a browbeating piety, but they strike me as manipulative, dishonest, and quite unpleasant.
Also at Glastonbury.
As a matter of fact there was comparative relief when walking in the shady spots–the breeze did feel cool–but nonetheless I returned from my walk absolutely soaking wet and somewhat dehydrated. Thank goodness for air conditioning and refrigerators filled with cold drinks. All praise to Willis Carrier.
T’ain’t the heat, it’s the humidity.And pretty much the same weather I had as a kid growing up in the Bronx where we still played outside and just dealt with it, that thing called summer.
[mops brow with a greasy serviette]
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Skipping to Page 18…
Even the USAF isn’t this hard over because they are all “airmen” but only the pilots are actual aviators (aircrew are airmen, and in the Army and Navy, the aviators are pilots).
Rinse and repeat. If that isn’t more “precise wording” that avoids false assumptions nothing is.
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It was easier to deal with when I was just a kid. Now, not so much.
We are reaping the wages of
sindiversity equity and inclusion.You’d think he’d have hoovered first.
Apparently David goes *looking* for this stuff.
The squalid surroundings are a reminder that these people usually have multiple symptoms of dysfunctionality.
Nowadays, it just sort of comes to me.
And hey, I’m bringing you the wonders of the world.
The Seven Wonders of the Woke World?
The wonder of it all. Because you lot need to suffer the same earworms we Americans did.
You’d think he’d have better sense.
I’m trying to imagine where a person’s head would have to be to willingly share on social media that particular photograph.
For a start, that pale pink does nothing for his skin tone.
This. Only the Florida version. With occasional hurricane-inspired power outages thrown in for flavor. Akshully…when we first moved to Florida in the late 60’s, power outages were a fairly common thing just due to the grown/load on the power grid. Boy Scout summer camps inland in Florida in the middle of summer, sleeping on old army cots, double-tented in mosquito netting inside canvas tents.
FF 30 years or so, during the triple-whammy of hurricanes in 2004(?), after hearing my coworkers whine about power outages that lasted less than a week, I kinda snapped and asked the whiney (male) b*tches if they had ever gone camping as kids. At least you’re now living in a house with running water and even a swimming pool. Grocery stores were open, ice was mostly available. It was for just a few days. Apparently none of my geeky coworkers had ever had to deal with such things. I knew we were doomed then but I was able to live in denial until the Covidiocy stomped out my few remaining delusions.
Black American servicemen raping Okinawans has a long tradition.
Heh. I have that same bug-screen doorway on my screened-in deck. It’s like we have a connection. See, despite our various other differences…
I’m… I’m just going to leave that one alone, I think.
Hey, I installed mine so my doggy can come and go. Maybe that thing has a little doggy too! See, it’s stuff like this that brings the world together. Kind of Russians-love-their-children-too and shit. Don’t let bigotry poison your heart.
Let’s not mention the hosiery.
Speaking of unbalanced personalities, how about this from online gaming?
Are Cornish pasties what a coal miner’s daughter wears while dancing to earn extra money when the mine’s closed?
I’ll let myself out now.
Cripqueering…
…it is real and it is fabulous.
OK, maybe a world class piss take, but these days, who but the author can tell?
Great googly moogly what have I done? I made the mistake of clicking on the lead author…
He is writing about a fungal skin infection, ladies and gentlemen – excuse me, persons and persons (was almost not inclusive there).
So…distraction from the decline and fall of Western civilization…question for the gin drinkers…to compare most other liquor I drink things neat, sometimes chilled. Maybe I do the whisky with a shot of bitters. Some do bourbon or whiskey/scotch with a splash of water. But gin…does anyone drink it neat? What’s the best way to compare without too much interference?
But gin…does anyone drink it neat?
I do, but after the first three things start to get messy.
Contact sports: in college our group played volleyball. After a few weeks the women bowed out because the guys kept crashing into them. The physicality was too much. I never even noticed it (that is getting crashed into) being a guy. But sure, just lump guys into girls sports.
Clicking on the lead author’s name yields this:
Googling his name yields a little more here and here.
So he’s a “creative” person. And taxes presumably subsidize his “research”.
In my early thirties, we had an after-work group of guys who played basketball on Wednesdays. It was a quirky thing where we had to sign up for a community college physical education ‘class’ that took place at a middle school that was on my way home. The technicalities were kinda dumb because we never saw a “faculty” member. Anyway, we would sneak people in because due to work schedules, vacations, etc. we didn’t always have enough paying guys to play full court. So on a lark, one day when several buds were away on business, I invited one of the butchy lesbians that I worked with to join us. I knew it was going to be at least a little awkward but…awkward. To her credit, she didn’t complain and she was tough enough. It was just…awkward. Partly because, while she wasn’t the shortest, she just couldn’t make up for the height difference with sufficient skill. She was actually a decent shooter but she couldn’t move inside or avoid getting stuffed. Which was awkward itself.
But gin…does anyone drink it neat? What’s the best way to compare without too much interference?
There are some who think a dry martini involves waiving a bottle of vermouth over a couple ounces of gin. So essentially neat gin. It’s difficult to compare gin in the same way you might compare scotch or whiskey. Gin is basically a neutral spirit that has been flavoured with botanicals. The variety and mix of botanicals can be quite varied. For example, comparing Tanquery with Bombay Sapphire is like sampling two very different liquors. Even amongst the variety known as London Dry Gin, the differences can be substantial.
I think the best way to compare is to make your favourite gin drink with different gins to find what you like. There are a large number of boutique gins that you’re encouraged to drink neat. Personally I don’t see it. All these hipsters have done is drive up the price. Gin used to cost less than vodka in my market. Not any more.
The hard core drink gin and water. This has the advantage of not diluting the flavour of the gin while weakening the effect on your stomach and liver.
Personally, I use gin as a flavour only, generally to tonic water.
Regardless, Steve E. is correct IMO. Different gins are effectively completely different drinks. Much as “wine” covers rather a large range.
Ok, that’s gotta be a Pluckrose/Lindsey/Boghossian number, innit? I mean, it’s humorous:
Organic solution to an infestation of cyclists.