Friday Ephemera (730)
I do hope there’s a word for this. || Honest hairdressing. || He didn’t want to taste it. || Niche appetites. || Impossible mission. || I have questions. (h/t, Julia) || And in the world of “queer studies.” || Watering hole. || Calm blue ocean. || Big chest. || Fit birds. || Her baking is more hardcore than yours. || GROW CUBE was a browser game, circa 2005, and still is. || Nottingham’s last wash house, 1977. || More lead-sink excitement here. || Always eat your mushrooms. || Learning environment. || Loud dandelion. || Unsuccessful dine and dash. || Reinvention underway. || Scenes of enrichment. || It’s possible she hasn’t thought it through. || A beginner’s guide to foot massage. || The glamour of flight. || Not unlike a fried egg. || And finally, the world’s first “cold-storage banquet,” Chicago, 1911.
Update, via the comments:
When you livestream your getaway chase following some carjacking and a spot of armed robbery. With your girlfriend and two-month-old baby in the getaway car. But remember, dear reader, the habitually criminal class is just like you in every way, differing in no significant respects. None whatsoever.
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Can’t imagine why not.
‘Incoming’ would also have been appropriate.
But I wasn’t finished!
Is the self-serving condescension built-in or does it need to be instilled?
Well, why not.
And finally, the world’s first “cold-storage banquet,” Chicago, 1911.
From the article:
Some things never change. Sounds like rush hour today.
I’m worried about Wales.
Clearly lacking the dedication necessary for work in advanced diagnostics…though I have to say the sipping-it-up-off-the-floor aspect was pretty daunting.
The guide to foot massage, on the other hand, was great. Wonder what their advanced studies looks like.
It’s like another world.
That’s a lot of videos of animals, David.
‘Scenes of enrichment‘
I would ask ‘where are the police?’ but given the scenes in Leeds last night…
Morning, all.
Heh. As 1970s documentaries about wash houses go, they were more entertaining than I expected.
Also, 1970s polyester underpants.
I do have a fluffy side too, you know. Also, ooh, a bear.
Thank you! Grow cube is the best one he did.
I remember spending an evening in the mid-2000s trying to figure that one out. The eventual payoff resulted in a ridiculous sense of triumph.
For those with no patience, the solution is in the subsequent thread.
Would have been better if he had said 37
That is just fascinating
It’s the visitor at the end. I didn’t see that coming.
I see we’ve been importing the primitive again.
Is diversity being our strength again?
*throws breakfast in bin*
As one Reddit commenter put it, “Forbidden cheese.”
What?
And it has to be said, it’s the biggest one of those I’ve ever seen.
Must have been a immense relief for the bovine when they were gone.
Imagine being stuck with hooves so you can’t take care of that stuff yourself.
Exactly. It’s a feelgood story.
Fried eggs, anyone?
I couldn’t be a driving instructor for all the money in the world.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
StopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOP!!!
I’m guessing the job requires a certain temperament, a certain tolerance of stress.
Climate science!
Because “fossil fuels” are gross, we are going to make butter out of “fossil fuels”.
Coal gas, coal butter. OK, I guess.
The Fischer-Tropsch “…reactions occur in the presence of metal catalysts, typically at temperatures of 150–300 °C (302–572 °F) and pressures of one to several tens of atmospheres.”
That sure sounds environmentally friendly, no mining or energy required for that.
I am not sure this isn’t on a par with throwing lightning and other Indigenous Ways of Knowings™.
Bonus points for worksheet on communism.
Welcome to the party.
When you livestream your getaway chase following an armed robbery.
With your girlfriend and two-month-old baby in the getaway car.
More details here.
But remember, dear reader, the habitually criminal class is just like you in every way, differing in no significant respects. None whatsoever.
Don’t even think it.
I’m sure the problem has innocent (careless) origins, but it is now a convenient vehicle for fraudulent science.
One glance at his face and you know he’s not a good citizen.
And the mother cannot be truly innocent, as she chose to hook up with him (note that the article never mentions “husband” or “wife”.)
It’s not a promising trajectory. Or a stroke of bad luck that could happen to anyone.
In fact, it’s one of those scenarios – livestreaming your getaway following a carjacking and a spot of armed robbery, with your two-month-old baby in the car – in which you really do have to marvel at the thought process, such as it is. I mean, exactly how many bewilderingly bad choices led to that particular situation?
And then, another obvious question: Does that series of bewilderingly bad decisions – the habit of making bewilderingly bad decisions – bode well?
We should also (always) ask about the bewildering history of bad decisions on the part of liberals that have brought us to this situation.
When I was a teen, my high school offered drivers ed classes in which we practiced on simulator machines. Very good for developing those “reflexes”. I doubt that even 1 in 1000 adult “learners” see such a simulator.
The cultural enrichment just spills out across the pavement.
Not the face, the neck. Specifically, the tattoos.
We are a civilization of bloody idiots. Not those ferals doing the physical damage. They’re just feral animals relative to a functioning post-enlightenment civilization. No, the bloody idiots are every single person, left, right, center, who looks at this idiocy and resigns themselves to “nothing can be done”. No reason to make a fuss or get angry or speak up in any meaningful way. Sigh.
I’m just going to leave this here, for no reason whatsoever.
In more positive feral news, our fugitive guy has been caught. Fortunately I live in a part of America that still respects the rights of citizens to bear arms and actually even use them. For now. Unless/until this story gets legs and the howler monkeys start their howling. Good thing fugitive guy was white.
https://www.389country.com/post/escapee-subdued-by-hero-citizen
Can’t believe I spent several minutes looking for an image of a suitably undercooked egg.
[ Peers over spectacles, raises eyebrow ]
I mean, I grant you, egg cooking is not necessarily a simple matter and we have discussed the complexities of egg-boiling before, at some length.
But this thing is indecent:
Poached eggs are of course the real challenge.
[ Tries to think of more excuses to post photos of undercooked eggs. ]
Can’t believe I spent several minutes looking for an image of a suitably undercooked egg.
Thankful that my well-honed spidey senses, developed after years of reading this blog, had me noping out of that video as soon as the vet’s (farmer’s?) hand reached for the stopped-up nostril. My morning coffee was delicious this morning, and nothing was gonna ruin it. The first lady in Ephemera today who was lifting her skirt preparatory to squatting – or sitting – could have been wholly innocent, but I didn’t stick around to see. I have too many click regrets, and some things cannot be unseen.
Well, you’re no fun at all. Where, oh where, has all the trust gone in this world?
[ Turns to mirror, practises innocent face. ]