Friday Ephemera (743)
Suboptimal scenario. || Evolved for smartphones. || How to make a simple thing needlessly complicated, parts 1, 2, and 3. || Bedtime snacks. || Large objects. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || For recreational purposes. || Pyramid building redux. Previously. || Mortal remains. || Hallucinate in mud, 1969. || There was smoke, some shouting. || Meanwhile, in Japan. || Autoerotic scenes. || Fly repellent? || At last, toe shoes. || Paranormal furniture and uncanny bangings, 1983. || Parking is hard. || For the children, you say? || How to stretch your daughter. || I’d say bullet dodged. || Gloopiness. Previously. || Malayan leaf frog. || Questions from 1964: “Is Wales rife with witchcraft?” || Furniture for “even the most delicate female.” || Flesh-eating bees make meat honey. || It’s good to polish those language skills.
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I wonder if his friends will figure out that they should shun idiots like him.
Every day I see bad drivers and marginally competent drivers. Makes you wonder.
A Halloween tradition.
Well I learned something today.
I like a happy ending.
“Malayan leaf frog.“
Want!
Morning, all.
For educational purposes.
If you want to see more of madam’s morony, the full twenty-minute video can be viewed here.
Am I seeing that right, that as soon as the fire starts, people try to leave the store, but there’s a knot of people at the entrance that won’t let them out?
Cluster B, of course, but aren’t most of them who get on those shows?
I somehow doubt that either party is the catch that they think they are.
At least they take it in turns.
And because you can never have enough unhinged election content.
“Bedtime snacks.“
I cannot abide monkeys and apes (have a hard time even adding them in ‘Planet Zoo’) but these species of proto-simians are adorable.
Apparently, they can produce a flesh-rotting venom.
Does that help?
Ah, the joys of insomnia and waking at 2:00 am – at least I have the Ephemera as consolation. I am eternally grateful.
You took your bloody time.
[ Taps watch. ]
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Have you tried a half-measure of Night Nurse liquid?
Mortal remains.
I am impressed that the job can be done in a business suit. I was sort of picturing people in white Hazmat suits.
Of course, the cameras were on – at other times, the clothing of choice is likely to be jeans and a commemorative t-shirt from a 2012 bar crawl in NOLA. Which I find oddly comforting for when my time comes – please, be comfortable, I don’t want anyone going to unnecessary lengths.
Due to the editing, I did briefly think that the chap was wearing nail polish.
Fly repellent?
So that’s where my copy of Huey Lewis and the News’ Sports went.
Earlier this year, we were tasked with scattering the combined ashes of my parents-in-law at their favourite spot in the Peak District, a bench overlooking a valley. Wonderful views, all terribly scenic. However, our gathering, which took place on a day of significance for the departed, coincided with The Windiest Day In Human History, which lent the proceedings a certain comedic aspect.
[W]hich lent the proceedings a certain comedic aspect.
There was some shrieking and quite a bit of laughter. I like to think they would have approved.
In other news, the Samizdata blog is apparently 23 years old today.
All she had to do was not be a childish arsehole for five minutes.
Yes. But somehow, I doubt that was ever a practical option. For some, misfortune is destiny.
And so, despite being given endless opportunities to defuse the situation, and despite being indulged with patience and forbearance that she simply doesn’t deserve, Madam persists in being combative and delinquent, and doing the very thing that can only go badly for her.
Rinse and repeat, tens of thousands of times.
Theme from Psycho.
The end card from the early Ingrid Bergman movie Dollar:
Reality show and hip-hop, so a double whammy of depravity.
It will always be our fault–in her eyes and in the eyes of the liberal activists.
Another dirty movie from Sweden.
Band name.
Call him a Biden-Harris terrorist.
The product of a sick mind. 😃
I do not have the patience to be a cop.
I think the endless, fabulist prattle would have had me reaching for the taser.
Band name.
Also, meat honey.
Everything communication wise is f****d. It is increasingly hard to discern sarcasm from earnest attempts at persuasion. The meanings of a critical number of words have now become so corrupted that the last tool of communication will become violence. I’m watching people that I used to work with, work closely with, very smart people, fall for clearly, objectively, irrational and easily disprovable lies. It’s not that they’re dumb but they sure can be stupid. Smart people, smaaaaart.
Re: The Great Cheese Robbery: The thief has been arrested.
Verminous influencers. Was a three year sentence enough?
On social trust. And how to lose it.
Not entirely unrelated.
When the help gets into the cooking sherry.
I’m still processing the idea of transvestite hoovering as an erotic ambition.
(posted with my errors. post with errors corrected soon.)
GET IT TOGETHER, WHILK.
Bloody disgrace.
White supremacy?
Yes, sir.
From the responses:
https://x.com/RichardHanania/status/1852145715947933771
A somewhat similar experience with a much more prosaic explanation, from someone who was “studying to be in ministry” at the time. He’s the podcast partner of Amala Ekpunobi, a former gung-ho leftist activist.
White supremacy explains everything bad, including the K-T extinction event.