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.
Shame: at one time, a criminal record or tattoos would disqualify one from most jobs and from the approval of parents of any girl you might fancy. This would be sufficient to inhibit many criminals. Ah, the good old days.
Disappointing films, a thread.
Such inhibition works, and it works best when the punishment is swift and sure. Judicially decreed imprisonment months or years later has little inhibitory effect. Normal people understand this. Abnormal people, such as liberals, refuse to admit this.
But now we are told that this would be “unfair” to the criminal: Employers must not even ask about criminal records, much less choose to not hire such sociopaths. Sometimes liberals put this in terms of general “fairness”, other times in terms of “anti-racism”.
Which reminds me: Fairs are run by CMOT Dibbler type people. Choose one’s food accordingly.
Deep-fried food is the best choice – not many pathogens survive being immersed in boiling fat.
Just… why?
This is her schtick. She makes videos of herself leaving her panties in public places.
[ David, you think you’ve had some weird things show up in your feed ]
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.
In the description, he claims it’s real toilet paper, not the single ply cheap large loop found in most public washrooms.
All I know is, at my house, when it was my turn to use the bathroom the roll would still be empty. lol!
Remember the thief who ended up shrink-wrapped to a traffic light pole?
Word of warning.
Ladies powder room…
I much prefer the version shown by “National Lampoon” in the 70s
lyrics I was listening to Natasha Bedingfield:
“You’re beautiful
just the way you are
You don’t have to change a thing
the world can change its heart”
So many false statements. Aside from physically beautiful people (who can ruin it by being a slob), most people are not “beautiful” nor is their personality attractive raw. We tend to be naturally selfish, status-seeking, mean, machiavellian. These things are not attractive to others. My most popular friends as a couple are generous, kind, pleasant, never brag. They take care of lots of relatives.
Nor does anyone owe it to you to “change their heart” to love you. If you have a few friends who genuinely like you, count yourself lucky. The world in general does not care about you nor does it have time to do so.
Indeed. Improving oneself is a lifelong endeavor. Or should be. One does a disfavor to tell someone they’re perfect as they are. Thinking oneself to be perfect is fatal.
Even our radiant host.
IMNSHO, these sorts of toxic BS lyrics have been appearing with increasing frequency. Yet another thing that I predicted when Bruce Springsteen sang about leaving his wife and kids in Baltimore (Jack), going out for a ride and not coming back without anyone batting an eye. Creepy as hell.
Again, that degree of self-harm bespeaks terrible sexual abuse. It also marks her as having been indelibly distorted by it, so your instinct to avoid such people is probably a good one.
Clown Science!™.
Follow-up on the bread lady.
Seriously, if your sense of self is that variable, you just might be Borderline.
Is she… ?
Is she totally wasted?
[ Applies gold leaf to self, activates dramatic back-lighting. ]
As I said recently on a related matter,
And it seems to me that this learned impotence – this cowed pretending that bad things aren’t happening – is much more corrosive and demoralising than a world in which the criminal and predatory – say, those who choose to mug the disabled in broad daylight – know that they run a risk of being given a good kicking.
A good kicking that they very much deserve.
Small point, but worth repeating.
Another film-related speck. Last year, regarding the ‘modernised’ Disney remake of Snow White, and its tin-eared departure from the original, I said,
Seems it most definitely was.
An article inThe Guardian about another kind of progressive retail experience involving a bakery in the “much more refined” part of Walthamstow in London. (What is it about progressive flash points and bakeries?).
While the story in outline seems rather anodyne – a report on local residents feelings about plans for a new bakery to open in their area – what follows is an extraordinary window on to hypocrisy and double-think.
In short, while both reporter and local residents seem only too content, proud even, of the complete destruction of other people’s neighbourhoods, when it comes to their own they react with absolute horror.
It’s actually morally repulsive.
These extracts (not in order) give a flavour (my italics) – full article here.
Some fabulous vox pops from the pensioners in there.
I think I might have hit upon a way to dissuade her from any further ‘schtick’ing she may have planned.
When I was in my early 20s, a good friend from school joined the police.
Some time later, he was describing his experiences in a particularly notorious part of the city where we were from.
He explained that instead of being polite with certain types of character (e.g. “Good evening, sir. Can we just ask what you are doing here?” etc,), he had been strongly encouraged by more experienced colleagues to be upfront and aggressive right from the off (e.g. “Get the fuck off that car! NOW!” etc.).
I remember me and some other friends being quite shocked and appalled at that. We may have even made him feel a bit guilty both for telling us and (in a sense) betraying the confidence of his fellow officers.
But now I look around at the state of country generally and have reached the point where arming police with automatic shotguns and getting them to shoot first and ask questions later to whatever mess remains would be too mild a response.
[ Picks toenail clipping out of peanuts, slides bowl towards Nikw211. ]
Showing a woman doing chores doesn’t fit “The Message”.
Those who use the law to protect muggers from a good kicking are themselves deserving of a very good kicking. Both classes are enemies of society and should be treated as such.
Again, the original scene is there for a purpose – to show us that Snow White is fair – the fairest in the land – and not, say, a vain, entitled freeloader. Despite her grand upbringing, she happily pays her way by doing domestic chores. Which, in context, is the right thing to do.
But Disney’s modern writers apparently find the concept of a woman doing chores ideologically indigestible – offensive, even – and so the scene has to be upended, its significance lost. It’s as if the people currently being employed to tell, or retell, children’s fables no longer understand the studio’s own catalogue of stories.
See also the tin-eared misconstrual of a certain, quite popular 1940s song.
[ Applies gold leaf to self, activates dramatic back-lighting. ]
Like that, only more so.
[ Back-lighting intensifies. ]
[ Back-lighting intensifies. ]
[Backlighting reaches a maximum]
[Backlighting reaches a maximum]
A better angle of the same.
[ Wanders into kitchen to check on status of chicken stew, supply of Henderson’s. ]
[ Wafts enchanting smell from kitchen. ]
[ Wanders into kitchen to check on status of chicken stew, supply of Henderson’s. ]
You pretty much nailed the size of the cauldron.
[ Adds pepper. ]
[ Wafts enchanting smell from kitchen. ]
Er, actually, I’ll have you know, it’s one of the handful of things I can cook reliably well.
[ Adds pepper. ]
Er, actually, I’ll have you know, it’s one of the handful of things I can cook reliably well.
Hope so. Hate to think she’s like that all the time.
What is that, some sort of AI-generated generic thing? Certainly does not look at all Greek. And where are his legs? Not to mention other wrongnesses.
Showing a white, entitled, woman with all the right attitudes doing chores doesn’t fit “The Message”.
Pseudo-Sumerian?