Friday Ephemera (737)
At last, a walking coffee table. And how to build your own. || Incoming. || Close enough, buddy. || Close enough 2. || 70s cop show. || Tongue action. || Nommy nommy nom. || Attention, peasants, I bring thee art. || Rob Henderson on wokeness, the media, and luxury beliefs. || Hey, it’s a job. || Hey, it’s a job 2. || A pressing question from 1981: Who are the New Romantics? || The progressive retail experience, parts 578, 579, 580, 581, and 582. || Paid $136,000. || Another professor struggles with logic and reality. || A project for the weekend. || Hot water. || Hey, you wanted it immersive. || It’s raining men. || This is one of these. || Fifth wheel for tight parking. || ‘Fess up, it was the first thing you noticed. || And finally, a tale of harvesting psychedelic frog secretions, parts 1 and 2 and 3.
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Regarding peanut allergies, as was being discussed here recently. Yet another bloody damn bloody obvious thing. The initial reaction to the problem, abstinence, was completely understandable. As the problem seemed to be snowballing, the possibility that abstinence from peanut consumption by children just might possibly be making things worse sure seemed a rational consideration to me. But dare not suggest such a thing to parents, especially mothers, who were ever so well informed by their children’s pediatricians. They knew these things. Like God told them directly…or something.
See, I was perfectly content deluding myself into believing that those were tree roots. But you just couldn’t respect my ignorance.
From Headlines of the modern world:
Within the next…two months.
For all you gamers out there, important news.
What? Not “inclusive” enough? Fear not, try this one!
You can even choose your pronouns!
Truly we live in an age of miracles.
I miss the days when ‘adult entertainment’ meant Shakespeare.
1984: “Videogames are awesome! I can pretend to be a wizard, or an astronaut, or a king, or a war hero, or… anything!”
2024: *sigh* No. I can’t even be bothered trying to get into their heads and making up a contrasting quote. You know where I’m going with this. It’s just sad. Not annoying, maddening, or angersome, just sad.
Truly, we live in an age of narcissism.
The narcissism of impressionable children is sad. The adults who cultivate narcissism in children are a different matter: They belong in Hell.