Friday Ephemera (736)
You want one and you know it. || I have questions. || A question of manners. || So, do you come here often? || Down to a dribble. || Another everyday cleaning complication. || Jiggling was seen and pondered. || Perhaps larger breasts would draw attention away from the hands. || Arctic research projects, some atomic. || Plot twist. || For lovers of cassette tape. || Customer service at an emotional moment. || Maw. || Swiss mechanical dolls that draw. || 1920s coin-operated automata of note. || Tread carefully, there may be traces of rust. || Today’s word is eyeliner. || At last. || Installation. || He brought friends. || And finally, via Things, an extensive archive of sound effects. From submarine sonar blips and assorted swooshes to fires, flamethrowers, and burning fuses.
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Farnsworth, it would be for studio use only. I know the seller personally; he is considered one of America’s best portraitist and the camera is still in use.
Apparently, they were conned into being spiteful, racist morons.
It used to be the custom to wear a dirty raincoat.
Thank God it was wearing leggings.
They were conned into being themselves?
The best bunker is one that nobody knows you have, with a concealed entrance and doubly concealed escape hatch. Because you are more likely to need a refuge from orcs than from fallout.
I think you’re overlooking the full-length velvet curtains.
Gotta appreciate the picture of a nuclear explosion behind the wood burner. Are we sure the previous owner wasn’t Jeremy Clarkson?
What is the world coming to when con artists are conned?
I was getting angsty there. In a real life situation would a medic bother with cinching down the strap like that? Seems you could stop the bleeding much faster by just throwing the strap around and twisting the stick or whatever. Make it neat/maneuverable later. Maybe depends on the situation.
Courtesy of Mark Steyn:
One must have a heart of stone not to laugh.
But they were, all of them, deceived, for another sauce was made.
It’s amazing how powerfully evocative these are of my life between the ages of about 3 and 33.
But you still have to tell people you drive a Yangwang.
Meanwhile, back in Springfield…
This daughter of a Haitian says that back in Haiti they very much do kill cats for voodoo.
And there’s another video by a guy from Jamaica (I can’t find it) who says the same thing, that they use animal sacrifice to cast protection spells so they won’t get caught in their criminal activities.
You can’t eat jam.
DON’T MESS WITH THE SCHOOL LUNCH POLICE.
It’s the habitual overstepping of boundaries, the casual insult.
A while ago, one of my nieces received a snotty note scolding her for sending her son to school with a packed lunch consisting of a banana and a peanut butter sandwich, an occasional treat. Apparently, peanut butter, like jam, is a verboten foodstuff. And so, someone is being employed to poke through children’s lunch boxes and to then write snotty notes to parents. A task doubtless enjoyed.
But that’s the thing. If you aren’t paying for something directly, even if you’re still paying indirectly, via taxes, you won’t by default be regarded as a customer, for whom some regard should be shown, and whose boundaries should be respected. Instead, it’s quite likely you’ll be treated as an inconvenience, an irritation, someone who can be insulted.
See also, our glorious NHS.
And yet American pagans insist that there is nothing morally wrong with voodoo.
What makes peanut butter so horrible in their eyes? It was healthy food in my day, full of protein, gloriously packed with protein, fat, and carbs–and thus far preferable to cookies and candy.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own.
Comments that-a-way.
Meanwhile, back in Springfield…
Interesting that there’s not in the video that the streaming revenue will be sent to Springfield to care for stray and homeless pets. Surely there won’t be any left, they will have been eaten?
What makes peanut butter so horrible in their eyes?
The much overblown peanut allergy nonsense.
The vast majority must accommodate/suffer for the weaknesses/actions/mental illness of the (extreme) minority.
Peanut allergy.
Which, it is claimed, is so dangerous that even the scent of a peanut can trigger anaphylactic shock.
Much like the mere scent of a wrong pronoun.
dicentra:
I completely believe this story…. I lived in New York City in the 70s and 80s. It was impossible to miss the Santeria animal sacrifices in the public parks.
A friend traveled on business to Latin America. A street vendor sold him a delicious skewer of grilled meat… turned out to be el gato.
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I never heard anything about that. Granted, I live far away…
Santeria and similar voodoo practices were in the news in south Florida about then as well. No, I don’t practice Santeria.