Friday Ephemera (763)
Incoming. || Ladies look away, I bring secret manly wisdom. || When justice is swift. || Those crunchy waves. || You want one and you know it. || An unlovely monkey. || All part and parcel of life on the range. || Retreat seems in order. || A fare to remember. || A mere $1.7 million. || Close enough, I think. || Scenes of sporting innovation. || Inauthentic goods. || Tongue action. || Question asked. || In heavy irony news, she demanded respect. || Australian Robin. || Orson Welles’ Macbeth, 1948. || The best they could find for the job. || Parking scenes. || Terms and conditions apply. || The progressive retail experience, part 622. || Anti-matter and other expensive substances. || Playmate declined. Note the weariness of Dad. || Adding face. || Those fat blues. || I fear for his upholstery.
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Big Brother. It’s right there in the name.
How long until this gets added to the Pride Flag?
Heh. Hollywood, FL. $10 says that guy’s a fishing captain. The good kind.
Added: There is a very specific, designated bicycle/scooter/whatever lane on that boardwalk along the beach side. It is very wide. The cyclists tend to be very protect of it and, somewhat justifiably, call out pedestrians for straying into it. There is no reason for this guy to be riding in the pedestrian zone.
Unless, of course, you enjoy harassing random people and making them alarmed, then cowed.
Well exactly. This is what the word ‘assault’ used to mean 30 years ago, per grok:
We have allowed the meaning of words to be corrupted by the…the…lawyers.
See also, the game of swerve-master, mentioned here.
New instructions uploaded.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
The Unspanked at large.
Slaps required. As hard and as often as should prove necessary.
And this is from 3 years ago, but in a suburb that used to be very peaceful and safe.
I want a Trunk Monkey. But armed.
Trunk Monkey, for those who have never seen it.
Horse girl
Stella Stallion? More likely a gelding or a mare.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Germans.
Like so many unsavoury fetishes, it seems to lack… spontaneity.
I mean, it’s a bit of a faff.
Spontaneity? From Germans?
It’s just that by the time you’ve set up the winches and harnesses, and squeezed into the rubberwear, and put down tarpaulin, and booked the bio-hazard team, the, er, moment may have passed.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Germans.
Trying to make the Wiemar Republic look like a bunch of Amish, I see.
Faff?
Possibly pertinent.
Faff.
A task that has underwhelming or inadequate results and which entails a great deal of unfocussed or fiddlesome effort. Activity with little payoff. A rigmarole.
As in, to faff about.
“Honey, have you seen the parakeet?”
Thank you.
We’re gonna need a bigger blog.
They all need to go. Probably the driver, too.
I think it was Florence King who once remarked décolletage is only appropriate for evening wear.
Maybe not: I’ve been running out of original ways to cast aspersions on British spelling, British food, and the French in general.
So . . . which half falls into the category of bestiality?
Probably in line right after the acrotomophiles and the apotemnophiles.
‘I’m your bro.’
‘Not if you’ve ‘transitioned’.’
No comments on the bird name yet? Really?
Sounds like someone throwing shit over a country border. And I’m sure no one in the ornithology world has ever made that joke.
Very Smart Mensa people have “explained” to me that this is an irrational taboo.
[ Grumpily resorts to dictionary. ]
Otto von Bismarck did the world no favours.
That situation’s always mentioned for female range newbies.
Bull ride: as I suspected, the operators have special moves to get boobs to come out and play. Good boy.
Theodore Dalrymple has written on it also.
It was his mention of ‘acrotomophilia’ and ‘apotemnophilia’ (in an essay on Gerard Manley Hopkins) that came to mind.
Sudden feeling of dread.
One of our intellectual betters speaks.
Turtles all the way down.
Related.
I propose a machine of some sort. A large mechanical device that can slap the stupid out of them, hundreds at a time.
Be nice if, at least once in a while, they’d rehearse their canned speeches.
Yes, it’s farcical and slapdash.
Same sex relationship problems:
I’ll get my coat.
[ Giant boulder from Raiders of the Lost Ark rumbles after pst314. ]
It was a trade.
Look at the thanks I get for bringing highly curated humor to you philistines.
Best to adopt the National Review defense and claim you have no idea who curated that.
Harbinger?