Friday Ephemera (747)
Suboptimal situation. || Suboptimal situation 2. || Skilled or lucky? || Grab that cloud. || A bedlamite scolds you for your lack of piety. || Choices were made, a thread. || Adventures in modernity. || Cigarette lighter versus molten glass. || Divine intervention. || This is one of these. || Career path. || Coping strategy. || “You can’t buy anything like it in the shops.” || Lily likes cooking and wants to feel “safe and celebrated.” || When you arrive at a crash scene. || On recidivism. || Stairway obstruction. || Performing CPR. || The progressive retail experience, parts 595, 596, 597, and 598. || Some precision required. || Pod people walk among us. || Nips or no nips? || She’s taking her reborns to a princess day. || Failing to reproduce. || Educated fleas do it. || A traffic light in the Gobi Desert.
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Still Thursday and 4:35 pm here … So, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! My gratitude for our host (PING!) and the company.
Bar snacks? Not so much.
Thanks for the linky (wherever it is). 😀
“Skilled or lucky?“
Definitely lucky!
Suddenly, that old Christmas song about figgy piudding takes on unwanted connotations…
For a second I was in that fairy tale.
Morning, all.
Bless you, madam. May your peaches be perfectly ripe. (Not a euphemism.)
I think that was Mr Muldoon in the comments here.
I gather something similar is done to show horses.
Doubtless the practice will soon be taught in our more progressive publicly funded schools.
Question asked. I’m pretty sure the answer’s no.
Chopin as it should be.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Or you could just, you know, lose weight.
Well played, sir. Well played.
On sexual promiscuity. Contains helpful graphs.
God, that was tough to watch. But props to the woman doing CPR in the middle of the road.
Yes. All human life is there.
It’s hard not to register the differences between two of the participants. The understandably nervous nursing trainee, trying to save one of the victims of the crash, and the woman who caused the crash and who was seemingly concerned only with whether her truck, which had run over one of the victims, was still driveable.
Bluffing is a skill.
Heh. There is that.
I do that whenever snow and parking situation allows. Good practice for vehicle control.
It’s like having Evel Knievel in the house.
Ew. But Portland is so tolerant and inclusive!
There’s something to be said for intolerance and exclusion. Both of which have their place and are, at the moment, somewhat underrated.
Apparently, it really changed the atmosphere of the meeting.
Why did I click the link? It’s on me, I accept this, but why?
This place is a veritable feast of knowledge.
Well! This morning has been . . . enlightening!
See? A feast, I say.
Or you could just, you know, lose weight.
I understand her argument – she is one person and therefore the airline has to accommodate that one person regardless of their size. But airline travel, whether it is for work or for leisure, is not a “basic need.” It is a choice, just as is purchasing a car, but if you cannot fit into a standard sized Kia, say, then you had best be ready to spend more on a Ford F150 that can accommodate your girth.
That situation calls for militant intolerance.
Somebody was blogging about that. I’ll see if I can find the link.
EDIT:
[ Finds the link in the first page visited. Jaw drops. ]
It was Eric S Raymond, retweeting someone else’s thoughts:
Obviously Kia must redesign their cars to suit you.
These fatso-rights activists talk endlessly about how “unfair” it is for them to have to purchase extra seats to accommodate their obese carcasses. But they never consider much less admit the unfairness of requiring others to pay for this.
It’s all “glandular”, they often claim, and thus not their fault. 😉
About the NHS and those advertisements touting assisted suicide:
I don’t recall this Star Trek episode, but I was never the most avid viewer.
It occurs to me that air travel is a sphere in which weight matters.
It also occurs to me that one of my nieces used to be more or less that size, until a health scare prompted some drastic and belated lifestyle changes. I hadn’t seen her for close to two years and was astonished, and impressed, by the transformation. I’m sure it’s a tedious process, but clearly it can be done.
And it seems a better response than endlessly complaining and being pretentiously self-righteous.
It’s Germxn, not German, you bigot!
Heh.
RIP to the great Jim Abrahams, of Zucker-Zucker-Abrahams fame.
Seen long ago on the internet: The fiery crash of an overloaded plane. It would be cruel to caption it “Delegates returning from Fat Rights conference”.
Respeck Mah Authoriteh!
I understand her argument – she is one person and therefore the airline has to accommodate that one person regardless of their size.
If you are shipping freight by air the charge is by size and weight, not by number of items shipped.
At that Brobdingnagian extreme she is using the resources of space and fuel consumed of two people and should therefore pay for two people. She apparently has plenty of money for someone to film her and edit videos as well for as frippery such as jackass glasses, it is just another “gimme”. If you want to make it “fair”, as she is taking up the space of two, give her two complimentary bags of peanuts.
As her condition is self-imposed, there is no need for “accommodation” such as that afforded someone in genuine need of a wheelchair. At 6’2″ (slightly less than 0.01 imperial furlongs for you Whitworth tool fans) a flight in steerage over an hour is less than fun, so I’ll pay for the legroom. She can suck it up (figuratively, there is ample evidence of the actual) and do likewise.
Then there is the safety issue, if she can barely make it down the aisle, in the event of an accident, aside from impeding movement through the aisle, no way she is getting through an emergency exit so she is a hazard to others.
Her kvetching is just more of the “make the world suit me” claptrap. A reasonable airline rule would be that if you are over the 95th percentile weight for height and can’t fit in a standard seat, pay up.
Definitely no.
Well, indeed. Outside of, say, being immobilised while recovering from surgery, I remain unconvinced. And the, er, precision required, in the dark, while barely awake, would seem to be an issue.
It’s up there with the clickbait media claim that straight men are always cuddling on the sofa with other straight men. A phenomenon I’ve yet to see.
Even their delusions are dated.
Shades of Spinal Tap.
By whom?
Which in turn explains why she’s aiming for a spherical shape.
Untidy S&M enthusiasts?
The endless possibilities of online shopping.
I see what you did there.
Planes and fatsos: I have more than once had a plus sized guy next to me taking up part of my personal space, even to the extent that we are in bodily contact the whole flight. yuck
Reduced sex: 75 yrs ago, people got to know the opposite sex at church, in neighborhoods, at work, at school. But since those in school are not ready to marry and few go to church and dating at work will get you a visit with HR, the ways to get to know someone before you date are few. Dating websites are the main way people get married these days. Less than optimal, as our host would say.
Thanksgiving: Conservatives have an easier time being grateful, having perspective on things. It goes along with having a sense of humor. The Left (esp the woke) base their existence on resentment. Incompatible with gratitude. I bet they are fun around the turkey.
Assisted suicide: it is about incentives. Once the gov pays out social security and especially if you have a NHS, the gov has an incentive to off you once you cost too much.
Airline safety: giant round people cannot safely exit during an emergency but this is also true of people who need wheelchair assistance. It would be valid to exclude both from a flight for safety reasons but no one has the guts to do so.
There are things in this world I can happily go to my grave not knowing.
Freightliner.
Planes and fatsos: I have more than once had a plus sized guy next to me taking up part of my personal space…
The unspoken problem there is that the seat attachment points (the seat pitch is reconfigurable, so they are not permanent attachments) and seats themselves have design limits so one or two normal people plus Mr. Creosote are likely to exceed those and cause failure in an otherwise survivable crash.
It would be valid to exclude both from a flight for safety reasons but no one has the guts to do so.
The difference, however, is that the truly wheelchair bound are not going to be leaping up and blocking aisles and/or exits on their own so they are primarily a hazard to themselves and not others.
Suddenly, that old Christmas song about figgy piudding takes on unwanted connotations…
[ Takes ginger snaps and ginger bread men off the Christmas Cookie list ]
“Half a Life” I only watched TNG sporadically during the first few seasons then stopped. I do remember this episode though because I found it disturbing.
Or go as cargo.
Which is why I never understood the government joining in the campaign against smoking.
Aelfheld: Especially when you consider that the government had been pimping tobacco for years while flooding the military with cigarettes ditto. Packs of smokes in every C and K ration pack for decades, heavily discounted cigarettes in the exchanges of every military base in the world–not to mention all the agricultural subsidies, etc. But as pimps often do, the Gummint found religion and suddenly smoking tobacco was a cardinal sin. Not, of course, weed — marijuana was miraculously exempt from all the evils ascribed to tobacco, and so it remains.
@Megaera
The evils of tobacco were a MacGuffin. What government found was a shortfall in current accounts. Hence, an act of government thuggery on par with the proscription of the Templars . . . and for much the same reason.
Is the next stage kidnapping real kids?
It doesn’t exactly suggest that all is well. I mean, if you’re looking for a babysitter, it’s probably best to keep on looking.
This lady – because it’s a thing now – feeds hers with cucumber sandwiches.
Some owners attempt breastfeeding.
It’s an argument for carrying a paintball gun everywhere.
The happiest British man ever.
Currently doing the rounds – asking Grok, X’s AI, to draw you, based on your posts:
Apparently, I am “a thoughtful observer of modern culture.” With an interest in “shoe-related news.”
Currently doing the rounds – asking Grok, X’s AI, to draw you, based on your posts
That’s not how I picture you.
Squirrels are missing.
Judy was elected, but now is dejected, things she erected, caused an ejection.
The modish experiment in hiring and promoting sexually dysmorphic police officers has been – how shall I put this? – not entirely successful.
Attacking women with hammers is but one of many untoward incidents.
Why, it’s almost as if giving positions of trust and authority to people with serious mental health issues and very high rates of Cluster B personality disorders is not a good idea.
But this is where we are now.
Good thing it wasn’t generated based on your browsing history.
Who is going to tell her?
Tell her about black-white crime statistics. About police shootings. About so many other things.
Ah, you have a blue checkmark now or have you had one for a while and I missed it?
It would be best if her hopes are dashed.
Well according to Wiki, she dead.
Arrived yesterday. I feel I deserve the glory. Also, in case I want to ramble at length.
[ Waits for applause, shower of rose petals. ]
Ah. Coincidentally I am awaiting mine as well. Took advantage of the big Black Friday sale. Not sure if my use of my nom de social guerre will be a problem. Not a huge concern anymore but since I’ve done most of my blog comments, etc. under WTP for about 15 years it would kinda feel dishonest to use my real name. Kinda. Still not sure how I accidentally created the free account in the first place. Either way, you can follow me on X/Twitter. All the hot, half naked chicks do.
Everyone please congratulate this new freshly minted Cambridge “doctor” and marvel at her contribution to the knowledge of all mankind.
[ Enjoys boiled eggs. ]
Hey, I’m just sharing my day.
That interview was from about 6 months before she died.
.
[ Puts damp tea towel over klaxon, looks at pst314. ]
It’s Muldoon’s fault! He jinxed the Link-o-Matic 9000!
If Muldoon gets wind of this, the shame will be unbearable. You’ll never live it down.
Just sayin’.
[ Passes damp tea towel. ]
[ Enjoys boiled eggs. ]
Speaking of olfactory oppression…
Apparently, I am “a thoughtful observer of modern culture.” With an interest in “shoe-related news.”
Funny, looking at the picture I read it as vacuous bint with a foot fetish. Po-tay-toh, po-tah-to. The Union Jack on the sleeve of the natty shirt is a nice touch though and I’m almost certain there are no lenses in those glasses.
Yeah. Let’s take that seriously.
Whenever I have boiled eggs, generally as a can’t-be-arsed-to-cook make-do, I remember how satisfying they can be. Way out of proportion to their weight or volume. Just a couple of eggs, boiled for four minutes, a little salt, and some good bread cut into soldiers, for dunking, obviously
That’s setting aside the highly technical and morally fraught matter of when boiling can be said to have begun.
OK, I already apologized on behalf of the US&A, but you could have just sent her back, that whole see if she floats thing is a bit medieval.
Provocative claim made.
Phrasing.
Let’s go to the UK, dress up as Indians, and throw this entire shop into the harbor.
How long until everyone will be required to wear “pride” buttons?
This is how hate is provoked.
“Borderland Pride said it will give one-third of the $15,000 owed to them to the Emo Public Library, but only if the establishment hosted a ‘drag story time event’ on a ‘date of our choosing.'”
[ Hatred of queer activists intensifies. ]
Well? Does she?
Envy of the world?
Has anyone ever seen her swimming? If not, she must be a witch.
Where does all that NHS money go? Theodore Dalrymple might have some insights.
“Stoat . . . yes, that was my name. But I am Ermine the White. And I come back to you now, because there are rodents burrowed in your flower beds.”
Me based on my posts…according to Grok. Like…an overweight Leon Redbone?