Friday Ephemera (749)
Bathroom visitor. || His bouncy shoes. || Nail-biting scenes from a Japanese bed-making competition. || Chompy-chompy. || Saying more than I think they realise. || The Ashmolean advent calendar. || You have not died of dysentery, a game for all the family. || Tidiness at all times. || Tiger Sweat, Torso, and other male cosmetics, 1966. || One or two? || Today’s word is briskly. || Non-binary stand-up. || Peekaboo. || Sofa compression of note. || Positioning of note. || Pornographers in Soho, 1979. || “Wrong gas station,” they said, nonchalantly. || Winter wheels. || Caviar. || Sea cow. || Cheeeldren of the night. || He knows if you’ve been naughty. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Are you here for the flattery or for the scolding? || Cliffhanger. Fear not. || And finally, in fashion news, an unforeseen sock crisis.
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Right, Beloved Sister-In-Law #2 has offered to trade a deluxe bacon brunch for some help installing a Wi-Fi extender. I’ll be out of town for a few hours.
Best behaviour, you heathens.
[ Sets up nanny-cam, bear traps. ]
A little light-hearted thing.
I think I solved the mysterious mystery.
They call it emotional intelligence.
Agreed. Smooth persuasion is not rape. (Although feminists have been disagreeing for generations. Not sure what fraction of them are lesbians, but they are all man-haters or at least insane.)
Sounds like the tagline for a horror movie.
Mysterious mysteries.
Origins and spread of the vaccine-derived viruses remain mysterious
The origin was solved…
…though not why the strains needed a live vs. attenuated virus vaccine.
The hitherto apparently unfathomable unsolvable mysterious mystery was how it got to and spread in Europe, despite many such cases of the obvious unspeakable.
In the film “Neptune’s Daughter”, the song is performed twice, once with the roles reversed: First Ricardo Montalban tries to persuade Esther Williams to stay. And later Betty Garrett tries to persuade Red Skelton to stay.
Speaking of songs, a little Christmas tune.
Cleaning toilets.
Don’t kink-shame David. Of course, he’s quite open about his hair fetish. :p
Isn’t it the woman who’s leaving?
In the movie Neptune’s Daughter, the song is done twice, once with Esther Williams wanting to leave and Ricardo Montalban telling her it’s cold outside. The second time, it’s Red Skelton, the man, who can’t stay, and Betty Garrett saying it’s cold outside.
See my comment higher up on the page.
That reminds me of the liberals who would take every criticism as evidence of a secret fetish. Don’t like public displays of perviness? You must be a closeted perv. And so on. Disapprove of drag queen story hour? You must be a secret drag queen. And of course there’s the classic gun-owners-have-small-penises canard.
I thought he was taunting those of us who no longer have full heads of hair.
PST:
I was still on the first page, and posting a new comment doesn’t immediately take you to the newest comments which are on the second page. 🙂
How many of us have failed to read the entire thread first? [ Raises hand ]
That account does post very nice things.
“Self driving cars are our future”
“Look kids, there’s Big Ben, Parliament…”
There are two scenes in the movie – the first with Ricardo Montalban & Esther Williams, the second with Betty Garrett & Red Skelton.
[Yes, I know, others have made similar comments. It’s not a conspiracy. As such.]
Cue Benny Hill . . .
Corruption takes many forms.
Step aside Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, this Swiftie lady (and I use the term strictly in the biological sense) has found the most repugnant person ever to walk on the earth.
Apostasy will be punished.
This trial is a travesty. It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham.
Of course this lady is being framed by his dead wife, stabbing one’s self 23 times is a common form of suicide.
A conspiracy by Big Library to get us to borrow the DVD.
You know I can hear you, right?
As if I would stoop to such ungentlemanly behaviour.
[ Admires array of conditioners and textured styling putties. ]
Don’t like public displays of perviness? You must be a closeted perv.
The Conservative MP in the Soho 1979 link had no objection to the sale of pornography for private use and no objection to sex shops on public streets, but wanted the sales displays to be behind closed doors to avoid public obscenity. In his words, most people don’t object to pornography but don’t like to have it “thrust upon them”. Ooh Matron, said some in the Youtube comment section, and went into their script for sexual conservatives who are repressed hypocrites. This despite the fact that the so-called conservative was expressing one of the most liberal possible positions, with hardly any substantial difference from either the sex educator or the girlie mag proprietor, and probably more liberal than most liberals these days given our longer experience of pornography being normalized.
…textured styling putties.
Textured putties?
Now I am seeing him with hair that looks like a popcorn ceiling.
Oh well.
Meanwhile, hold on to your hats, ladies and gentlemen of all genders, Kamala still has a chance.
[Resentment increases. Nobly resists temptation to mix itching powder into putties.]
Re aelfheld’s link on corruption, couldn’t find a link on that link to donate but being somewhat familiar with the case I didn’t have the patience to read through it all. I dug around and found this link to a GiveSendGo for Ethan Haim’s legal fight:
https://www.givesendgo.com/texas_whistleblower
The texture is in the styling. The putty has texturizing properties.
Also gritty styling clay.
I see some of you aren’t up to speed with developments in hair technology.
Resentment increases
No need for that, if he is using putty, I suspect his “barber” is really a plasterer, so some putty, a corner roller, some paint that matches your original {or remaining) hair and you’ll have the same look.
Were the strains in Africa descended from vaccine-derived viruses?
BTW, I thought the blessed the strains down in Africa.
Also gritty styling clay.
So the undiscovered native tribe look, or just globbed onto your head and then sculpted?
Not exactly cutting-edge new developments. I think a coworker enlightened me 20 years ago, although as a follicly challenged person™ I have no use for it.
[ Checks that hair is sufficiently texturized. ]
He’s going Celt.
Oh woad is me!
[ Hears David singing as he prepares more bar snacks. ]
Were the strains in Africa descended from vaccine-derived viruses?
Virus > Vaccine. If the virus in the vaccine is weakened, and the susceptible population under-immunized, the weakened virus can either revert to the wild type or via antigenic shift and/or drift any virus can undergo, become a variant.
Oral polio vaccines, the type in question, are an issue because the antibodies are produced primarily in the intestinal tract, and because the virus is weakened and not inactivated, it can reproduce. Because it can reproduce, it can be excreted. If the susceptible population is under-immunized, that is when the mutations noted above will occur if the virus is picked up by someone un-immunized.
That is all “vaccine derived” means, it all goes back to the original virus, even though the way things are written in the FNM, they would like you to believe it is some sort of mad scientist experiment gone awry because they cooked up a Frankenstinian batch of polio vaccine.
Regardless, the important point is that if there were either immigration control – like TB and other disease cases stopped at Ellis Island – or no mass “migration” from Africa, the virus would not be in Europe. Same thing with measles and other stuff being brought in via who the hell knows from who the hell knows where coming across the Rio Grande. These outbreaks are no mystery.
Yeah, sorry to disappoint your narrative about us troglodyte non-MD commoners but Frankenvirus was not my point. You inferred (as you often do) that.
That. Playing halfsies with the problem, similar to failing to finish one’s antibiotic pack but on a larger population scale, is a problem. Anything requiring social engineering for it to work, especially social engineering in…Africa…is a bad idea.
Dyer’s woad is considered a noxious invasive weed in my parts. People are encouraged at all times to randomly pull the stuff up when they see it. It thickly covers hillsides with yellow blooms and chokes out native species.
You call that a Christmas tune? Now this… this is a Christmas tune.
(Yours is actually pretty good, too.)
Still, you can’t beat the classics.
Still can’t beat the classics? If you’re gonna go there without really going there, you can’t top this classic.
Also…as I find it curious how things work, and because it’s halftime, re Beloved Sister-In-Law #2, is the ordinal based on chronology, geographic location, height, weight…ok certainly not weight…and ex-factor, or belovedness factors unenumerated?
I am skeptical:
Oh well, we’ll see when he gets out in about 5 years.
What the hell kind of decision tree does that guy have in his head?
If velocity = fast then continue as usual, else retrieve arms, carjack next car.
Heh. I asked Grok to write that sentence as a Python routine.
def handle_velocity(velocity): # Define what constitutes 'fast' velocity FAST_VELOCITY = 60 # Assuming this is in mph or km/h, adjust as needed if velocity == "fast": print("Continue as usual.") else: print("Retrieve arms, carjack next car.") # Example usage velocity_input = input("Enter the velocity status ('fast' or anything else): ") handle_velocity(velocity_input)Why, didn’t the Indigenous Māori scientists manage just fine for centuries, and develop said knowledge, without New Zealand dollars?
Here’s an intriguing combination of statements:
The last one, dare I say it, is somewhat unconvincing.
Well, then it’s all 100% on him then. There’s only him to blame, Mama tried. Hopefully this will be remembered come sentencing time.
True “restorative justice” would include their heads on pikes, outside their parents’ homes.
McDonald’s patrons tackled and beat an armed robber until cops arrived
Kept beating and kicking him until the cops arrived? Sweet.
Heh. Based. McDonalds is becoming Waffle-House-With-A-Purpose.
Kept beating and kicking him until the cops arrived? Sweet.
Utopian Trantifa “Tenacious Unicorn Ranch” has predictable outcome.
More on morons in the video at the end.
In terms of utterly damning symbolism, the radically utopian approach to farming has yet to be topped, I think.
Unicorn ranch: actual farming enforces at least lifestyle conservatism. You must be organized, plan ahead, work long hours, pinch pennies. Dancing on the garden plot with a cape does not…grow anything. As to “right wing threats” most conservatives would do little more than roll their eyes at this crap. No one cares.
The communes I visited back in the day were 1) a way station for drug dealers or 2) supported by an insurance settlement or 3) supported by a rock band.
–Which partially explains why leftists tend to hate actual farmers while talking about their theoretical love of farmers.
One way to stop it.
That’s one way to get “food deserts”.
(The other way is to just lie and “forget” to document actual grocery stores.)
It really is a shame that these people only rarely encounter Paul Kersey.
Resurrecting the “what fraction of therapists are insane?” question.
Heh.
What’s really funny (not) is that none of these b@st@rds will ever pay a price for their ever-so-confident BS. They’re the “smart” people after all. Smaaaaaart. Meanwhile the outraged are cheering on the shooting of insurance company CEO’s. Fauci, Brix, etc. not so much. They get to just fade away.
The story of Christmas.
Resurrecting the “what fraction of therapists are insane?”
Well you can’t spell therapist without the rapist.
The people over at Bluesky – the kinder, gentler platform – can’t seem to decide whether Jesse Singal should merely be banned or beaten to death with hammers.
But either way, it seems that barrages of death threats are perfectly normal over there. And so far as I can see, not subject to moderation or censure.
From what I can make out, Mr Singal has been “provoking” and “tormenting” trans activists and their allies by politely stating unremarkable facts and suggesting that maybe, just maybe, children shouldn’t be drugged and mutilated.
Oh, and some of the people issuing public death threats are now complaining that by taking screen shots of those threats, Mr Singal is “harassing” and “doxing” trans people, and “trying to have them killed.”
Now these more caring, more gentle people are posting Mr Singal’s home address, photos of his front door, and, helpfully, the nearest subway station.
A notable number of the liberals I know who are on social media can’t decide either. Amusingly and ironically their posts alternate between “be kind to everyone” and “punish (or kill) those guilty of WrongThink”.