Friday Ephemera (732)
Ample. || Secrets of the ladies’ powder room. || Solve your problems with a septum piercing tattoo. || Close enough to fool ’em. || Close enough 2. || Incoming. || A political question from 1973: Should Hornsea have a nudist beach? || Goodness, she’s got a big one. || Not half bad, all things considered. || Suboptimal situation. || Just one percent. || The progressive retail experience, parts 569, 570, 571, 572, 573, and 574. || Hardcore ping pong. || The thrill of shrimp. || In Pride news. || Kidnapping attempt of note, 1974. || Wrap malfunction. || Much too gentle for my taste. || This chap seems determined. || Some punching needed. || Your deepfake avatar has arrived. || At last, folding coat-hangers. || Fresh bread with flavouring. || And finally, they’re size 10 (Eur 38).
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Ample.
Hahaha – looks like the kind you get in public restrooms or at a large workplace, although it does not appear to be John Wayne enough for that.
Happy birthday, Gary Larson.
Time to bring back the Inquisition?
Yes, straight to jail. And tattoo “habitual criminal” on her face.
Pity the poor barista. “the hardest job out there”
Alternate source, if you prefer text to video.
I like the castle doctrine. And the Second Amendment.
Another “orientation” to add to the Pride Flag.
And won’t the cat have fun with that.
Better than that Australian asylum escapee.
Not the one percent we hear about.
No.
Tell me your parents never made you make your bed, let alone do chores without telling me your parents never made you make your bed, let alone do chores.
She must be one of the generation whose brain growth was stunted by screens. This Triggernometry interview with Jonathan Haidt is sobering. I knew Haidt had written a book condemning screens, but I didn’t realize the specific damage that it’s done to these kids.
It’s easy to hate on them because they’re insufferable, and yet it’s literally not their fault. And it’s entirely possible that they can’t be fixed.
That’s the most Cluster B thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been on the internet since 1995.
I feel their pain. Lol.
“Much too gentle for my taste.“
Better to simply drive it over them.
“Some punching needed.“
One thing a barista isn’t ever short of – scalding water.
Morning, all.
Not too long ago, parents used to warn their children against playing in the road. Which, despite the lofty pretence, is what they’re doing.
It’s a party trick, I suppose.
Yes. I was expecting a crash, or the car getting stuck. I wasn’t expecting… that.
I rather miss the idea that morally insensible degenerates, like chappie, above, would at least fear the likelihood of a good kicking, delivered almost immediately, by onlookers. If normal behavioural restraints are unavailable, then the fear of serious, perhaps permanent, physical injury is better than nothing.
Certainly, our current arrangement seems inadequate.
Speaking of suboptimal situations.
“Much too gentle for my taste.“
In one sci-fi story I had read, they used synthetic skunk oil mixed with a semi-permanent skin dye (purple, IIRC) in a water cannon used to disperse a gathering. The skin dye to make the rioters easier to find and the skunk oil to make anyone near the rioters hate them for being nearby.
Life imitates AI.
We hate them already.
Suboptimal situation
Cholla cactus. Not good.
In Pride news
Thanks. That’s gonna haunt me for some time.
Then my work here is done.
There’s something wrong with that link. Malformed HTML. Try this instead.
[ Quietly fixes up-buggered link, resumes wiping bar. ]
It’s the one percent which does not exist–according to so many bien pensants.
Here’s an Etruscan turtle to take your mind off it.
Just… why?
The progressive retail experience…574
I’ve heard of merkins before, but that is a bit ridiculous
“100+ junior felons on bicycles loot a 7-11 in Los Angeles”
Sometimes automatic weapons fire is the best response.
Here’s another turtle. Prolly fake but wth…
All the fun of the fair.
Backpfeifengesicht trifft auf Schlag ins Gesicht.
“Inclusions Director, pronouns he/him.“
Who switched out their water cannon with a garden sprinkler?
They drove straight into a cactus.
[ Does Ian Holm voice. ]
“I mean… Most animals retreat from fire, yes?”
Butyric acid should do the trick.
“Inclusions Director, pronouns rap/ist.“
Needed updating.
[rocking in her chair, looking at turtle pictures, humming happily,curtains drawn]
[ Admires vast cauldron of chicken stew, bags into portions, bungs in freezer. ]
I rather miss the idea that morally insensible degenerates, like chappie, above, would at least fear the likelihood of a good kicking, delivered almost immediately, by onlookers.
In today’s world, chappie knows his skin color and any alphabet affiliation he wants to invent on the spot protects him from consequences, and the onlookers know they’d be the ones arrested and fined/jailed/sued if anyone delivered a good kicking, or scalding water, or anything else to chappie. Heck – the onlookers would be lucky if the charges weren’t inflated to Hate Crime status and the book thrown at them.
Thing is, there are creatures walking among us who have few of the normal behavioural restraints, such that the word subhuman wouldn’t be entirely unfair, but who may still be wary of serious injury and public physical humiliation. While not inhibited by anything resembling morality, their egos may not be entirely impervious.
Although they won’t stop being abusive and degenerate on grounds that such behaviour is wrong – that would be expecting far too much – it’s possible that they may be inhibited, at least somewhat, by a sufficiently vivid prospect of losing their teeth and being permanently injured.
And if that’s what we’ve got to work with, then that’s what we’ve got to work with. In a more realistic world, both law and custom would reflect that reality.
Pity the poor barista. “the hardest job out there”
Best response on that thread asking people to name a harder job:
Barista Manager.