For newcomers, some items from the archives:
Hard To Tell If It’s Going Well.
The thrill of atomised dairy products.
Here, let me bring you artistic sustenance, with some “performance documentation” from Manhattan’s Grace Exhibition Space. The mighty talent featured in the following video is artist, educator and “community organiser” Alex Romania, whose work teeters on the edge of profundity, as will doubtless become clear, via juddering and convulsion, and the strategic deployment of twenty-five pounds of powdered cheese.
New Niche Indignation.
On transgender dinner parties, where competitive upset is the sweetest dish.
Readers are invited to ponder the prospect of a dinner party at which, in order to be polite and suitably affirming, you’re obliged to insinuate that the host is rapist material. And to do it convincingly. Rather than, say, compliment the cooking or the décor.
Sudden-Onset Womanhood.
On gender-bending Bond and other modern wonders.
We’re also told, “A gendered spin on the character can open up more potential for exploring Bond’s individuality.” And this exploration of the character’s individuality will apparently be achieved by erasing a rather fundamental aspect of the character – his maleness – and replacing him with an entirely different person of a different sex.
Readers are invited to ponder whether similar transitions might enrich the character of, say, Miss Marple, who, via similar logic, could be depicted as male, and as always having been male. Thereby exploring her individuality.
Answers on a postcard, please.
The recent, sex-swapped iteration of Doctor Who is invoked as a “positive example” on this front, as if Jodie Whittaker’s brief, unloved manifestation had been a rip-roaring success – despite the terrible writing and wildly unpopular retconning, both loudly derided by fans, and despite the subsequent, rapid death-spiral of viewing figures. Because boring and alienating much of your audience, and shrinking it dramatically, is a political triumph. A breath of “new life.”
Big City Dreams.
On London’s struggling artists. Terms I use loosely.
At which point, readers may suspect that the imperative is not so much being creative, but being creative
in London, a notoriously expensive city, but in which one can draw attention to the fact that one lives and works in London, a notoriously expensive city. Thereby glowing with a kind of location status.
Readers may also note the article’s, shall we say, coyness regarding the art on offer – all that cruelly underfunded creativity. None of which is displayed to sway readers of the Observer. The nearest we get is a photo of Ms Kwan standing next to a creation that we cannot actually see, and a photo of Grayson Perry in a hideous frock.
Our Betters Stroke Their Pets.
The hounds of love.
Other questions generated by means of Queer Theorising include, “Do I think I’m having sex with my dogs when they kiss my face?” Apparently, for Dr Kathy Rudy, a Professor of Women’s Studies, being licked by a dog is difficult to distinguish from kissing grandma on the cheek or being lost in a full-on erotic fever. And thus, we’re told, “The line between ‘animal lover’ and zoophile is not only thin, it is non-existent.”
For those craving more, The Year Reheated is a pretty good place to start.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
By the way, the Ridley Scott Alien walkthrough, mentioned upthread, can be viewed in its ninety-minute entirety here.
Matt is a “he/they” with “very long nails.” But I suppose that was inevitable.
What ccscientist said. That.
Reality is not forgiving . . . but can be hilarious.
Every.
Damn.
Time.
Crises lie in wait until you’re least able to address them.
Learn all about the different haggis species.
Overdue.
Kamala Harris’s Error 404 page
Is this why people watched Stargate Universe?
I do regret being polite and respectful to shippers. In order to learn and grow, they needed to be mocked and insulted.
It’s one thing to ship to amuse oneself as a flight of fancy.
It’s quite another to destroy utterly the concept of fraternal or platonic love because you are so damaged by God knows what that you can’t even imagine it.
I do regret being polite and respectful to shippers…
I am always polite to shippers so my stuff arrives on time and in one piece regardless of how Gen Z dickweeds mangle the language.
Honoring the dead.
It’s the water, duh!
And now it does.
This is actually kinda funny.
[ Does slightly farcical stretching exercises. ]
The evening certainly covered the spectrum of emotions. From “I’ll give you the launch codes, anything, just make the pain stop,” to “Ooh, I’m in an incredibly good mood and I’m strongly tempted to go clubbing…”
And again, it was a rare opportunity to pay attention to pain, to consider it in a leisurely way, without it being at all unpleasant.
For those fascinated by my current suffering, I should clarify that it’s not strictly speaking sciatica, but most likely piriformis, in which a muscle that runs across your hip and butt presses on the sciatic nerve. Resulting, as I discovered, in all manner of referred pain, from The Mother Of All Aches to an intense burning sensation, seemingly at random.
Happily, I think I’ve discovered the particular stretching exercise, out of a list of nine, that works to some extent. Plus, the painkillers are doing a decent job.
Not on the level of the Ecstasy experiment, but good enough.
Not unfair.
They don’t want to create their own stories. They want to destroy yours.
I suspect his employer may have had good reasons.
Meanwhile,
Bit of an oxymoron, but go on…
Seems they would have said that in the first place as it almost makes sense, but continue…
OK, we are back at the beginning, I see. One can also be on the “aromantic spectrum” where one can be a little romantic, I guess.
Anyway, mark your calendars for the week of the 19th so you can educate yourself and do better – there is a theme for every day!
Also in the exciting world of make-believe, hiding MPB with a curl comb-over, this one is at it again.
…a muscle that runs across your hip and butt presses on the sciatic nerve…
Yes, why it is not a good idea to keep one’s wallet in one’s back pocket. What you describe is common among truck drivers and other men who tend to have sedentary jobs.
Your case may be different unless blogging thongs have a secondary wallet pouch in the back.
What the fucking fuck is a glizzy and why did the original word need replacing?!
Fucking stop it.
What the fucking fuck is a glizzy and why did the original word need replacing?!
No cap, I’m lowkey feeling you bruh, TBH it is sus and may be fire with the Zers, but it has no drip or rizz.
There were some like that.
And there were some who insisted that KIrk and Spock really were lovers, which was insane.
The worst, though, were the ones you allude to who pointed to any affection between two men or two women as proof of homosexuality. Poisonous minds.
In the sense that SNL is still trying to push, drive, control the Narrative. If the left does manage to defeat Trump/MAGA in the courts or through continued lawfare in blue, purple, and even one or two red states their continued subtle control of the Narrative won’t be so funny. If they fail, their desperation there will be hilarious…five years from now.
LOL.
I stopped doing that back in high school. I learned that for some strange reason, keeping your wallet in a pocket other than your back one was quite the conversation starter. Not an interesting conversation starter mind you.
Throwing shade, bruh? Or just whataboutism, as the smart ones say.
from 2019: The entirely unsurprising consequences of DEI propaganda.
I’m unclear how this differs from low sex drive. Other than in terms of statusful labelling, that is.
Justified.
It’s what they voted for.
LOL.
It’s what they voted for.
Assuming anyone with the line to rebuild stays and the place doesn’t just turn into another LA slum, now would be the time for us to form The Thompson International High Security Fence Corporation (LA Division) and make our fortunes.
All conveniently recorded & broadcast.
Keep reading that as aromaticism.
“aromantic” ok, just admit you have low sex drive or are antisocial. It is not a “gender”.
Sciatica: had it. owwwww. getting out of a car was…challenging. I figured out a routine of stretches (on my back, doing reverse sit-ups, pulling my leg up to my chest one at a time etc).
[ Once again does slightly farcical stretching exercises. ]
It’s like Swan fucking Lake here.
LA fires: not only do residents need permits to even clear the land, but Newsome stated that it will be illegal for outsiders to come in and buy land. So, you can’t rebuild and you can’t sell it. As said above, it is what they voted for. Oh, and ironically, to enter the neighborhood one needs proof of residency or contract to do work.
Jordan Peterson talks with Marc Andreessen about the “cultural acid” of DEI.
The words Kafkatrap and hysteria are used, with good cause.
Mr Andreessen was previously featured in this eye-widening video.
Cue Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.
Photos or it didn’t happen.
The lanyard class […]
Matthew 19:21
Just once – in place of teddy bears, flowers, and candles – I’d like to see the heads of all the officials who shirked their duty.
Re Matt 19:21:
https://x.com/i/grok/share/QoFAbNYd0I1FXXbLluiqhk3Zy