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?