Friday Ephemera (738)
At last, the ever-changing pronoun pin you’ve always wanted. || Loud chomping, heard from below. || The thrill of personal airbags. || Suboptimal situation. || Still a bear, madam. || Man cave, not bear cave. || He was not entirely cooperative, and then there was the business with the machete. || How to remove those whale skeletons from your ceiling. || Milky loveliness. || From 1963, a laboratory of smells and some educated noses. || She “felt God’s presence,” you know. || Unwell woman, one of many. || When you’re a little too into yourself. || A cunning use of cardboard. || At least the ducks were unharmed. || Odd dog. || Further to last week, more thrills of frog venom. || Big horse fart. The fart, I mean, not the horse. || Moths and butterflies. || And finally, in case you didn’t know, they unfold.
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Sven the Farting Horse is an unusual name for a YouTube channel.
Trans person looks for “love” on Grindr, finds only drug addicts and extreme losers, blames conservatives.
They don’t call the other guy “the deceiver” for nothing.
There’s not nearly enough smiting going on these days.
Should that have been included with the preceding entry?
Oh for a portable lightning generator.
Duck.
Sven the Farting Horse
Well, there is Walter the Farting Dog.
@pst314
https://youtu.be/bSQAmZN6WEY
Trans person looks for “love” on Grindr, finds only drug addicts and extreme losers…
With a user name like “FentEnjoyer54” I am shocked that a person can only find drug addicts and extreme losers. Truly an unfathomable conundrum.
‘A cunning use of cardboard.’
Missed a couple. Could have got the lot with a shotgun!
‘He was not entirely cooperative, and then there was the business with the machete.
You have to wonder at the mentality of someone facing armed cops who thinks ‘It’s OK, I’ve got a machete, I can win this!’
Creamy! 🤢
Morning, all.
Absolutely. But the mindset is not at all uncommon. See pretty much any episode of Cops or Live PD. Counting the examples of bewildering decision-making would make for a hardcore drinking game.
According to devotees,
Which sounds enticing.
I once worked in a place with a communal fridge and someone had bought almond milk sweetened with apple juice. Instead of, you know, milk. I took a cautious sip and assumed it had expired, catastrophically. But apparently that’s just how it tastes.
Twenty-five years later, I still remember the experience.
What goes up…
Just decided we’re having shrimp for tea.
Blaming the rather marginal gentlemen he encounters on being in “a conservative town” was quite the manoeuvre. Very bold. And hey, his quest to find true love, by browsing Grindr, took up the whole day.
Still, at least we now know that it’s possible to be a fentanyl user and to simultaneously look down on cocaine users. Which is not what I’d have expected, to be honest.
They don’t call the other guy “the deceiver” for nothing.
I can’t remember the source, but there was one depiction of Lucifer I recall where he was scrupulously honest. Never told a lie. The trick was that he phrased things such that people assumed or inferred things that were untrue, but he never told an actual lie. The apellation “Prince of Lies” referred to the lies he got people to tell themselves.
[ Passes Daniel glass of almond milk sweetened with apple juice. ]
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
Moron with a death wish.
Again, if you’ve seen the series Cops, or watched even a handful of videos like the one above, the criminals’ decision-making is routinely bewildering. The needless and often alarming escalation does suggest perversity, a determination to pick the worst possible course of action. And so, an enquiry about an assault is turned into… well, that.
As noted before, if you assume the thought process will be much like your own, you’re going to be wrong-footed, perhaps disastrously.
From the video description:
I laughed and I’m not sorry.
On rhetorical tactics and a flash of boob.
It’s good when people you want to avoid self-identify.
Yes, there is that. It could, albeit unwittingly, save a lot of time and needless aggravation. It basically says, “I’m unbelievably tiresome and self-involved, and really not worth the effort.”
Man cave, not bear cave.
Black bears. Hit the alarm button on your key fob, that should do the trick. Here in the Smokies, many a tourist has a sad tale to tell the car rental or their auto insurance rep as to why the interior of the vehicle was trashed due to leaving car doors unlocked and items like greasy bags from McDonalds inside.
[ Faints at thought of greasy, food-smeared detritus anywhere near the car’s upholstery. ]
She “felt God’s presence,” you know.
Hell is hot.
Also, the ask me option. Because, obviously, they’re so interesting. And no-one has anything better to do.
And you have to wonder what happens when two of these wankers meet each other. Whose fascinating self do they affirm and discuss first?
And so on, until the stars burn through their fuel.
Likely is partly due to knowing that cops are expected to exercise restraint, rather than to do society a favor and just shoot his worthless ass. But the more he acts up, the more the testosterone kicks in and rules his actions and the less able he is to get down off that peak of extreme behavior.
Also: Likely thinks that, regardless of danger, it’s an unacceptable surrender of his masculinity and his authenticity to back down.
This is the sophisticated material that gives this blog its special je ne sais quoi.
Band name.
Heh. I’m beaming with pride.
Ever vigilant.
You’d have to tip the guys at the car wash.
Heh. Quite generously, I suspect.
Still, at least we now know that it’s possible to be a fentanyl user and to simultaneously look down on cocaine users.
TBF, the cocaine guy still had a disco ball up and was wearing a patterned Elvis collar Quiana shirt with bell bottoms and platform shoes which clashed horribly with the de rigueur Derelicte look for his crowd.
She was out of her depth and probably hearing a point of view she’s never heard before.
Coming soon: selected essays by Gerard Vanderleun of American Digest. I miss him.
There do seem to be a lot of women who use sex to get what they want, be it free meals and drinks, favors, good grades, or to persuade and distract.
Girlie, you have nothing between your legs that can change my mind. And you have nothing between your ears period.
I know practically nothing about Charlie Kirk, and little about Vivek Ramaswami, and it’s possible I’m missing some context, but the student’s behaviour and choices are rather telling and very much of a type. The avoidance of substance and specifics, despite repeated invitations; the irrelevant and selective concern with status, age, and possibly with race; the contradictions, feigned ignorance, and the endless, obvious dishonesty.
Almost everything she says is an evasion, a lie, or hostility masked as compassion for some designated victim group. The tone is one of, “I don’t actually care about whether you’re right or whether what I’m saying makes sense. I just want to do damage to you.”
I don’t believe she’s remotely interested in whether anything she says is true, or even coherent, merely in how she seems among her peer group. A peer group in which the same mindset is presumably quite common.
The weird boob flashing is just the icing on the cake.
I remember his rather impassioned urging to leave Typepad. I took it as a compliment.
I often have the same problem when reading about UK events and issues.
Speaking of which: Jordan Peterson has now interviewed Tommy Robinson twice:
Interview #1. Audio only.
Interview #2. Audio only.
I think both interviews can also be found on Jordan Peterson’s YouTube channel.
The satanic stink of leftism.
[ Checks whether Typepad has been seriously upbuggered again this week. Discovers, yes, it has. ]
[ Pokes through Typepad’s X feed, laughs darkly. ]
Each new issue seems to last for days on end, and something important stops working practically every other week. Out of the last two years, only three months have passed without some major failure. Can’t believe how long I put up with it, and it’s only gotten worse, much worse, since leaving.
Separated into what?
Like mints and orange juice.