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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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.
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[ 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?