Friday Ephemera (768)
Scenic toilet. || Hot cube. || Camera-manning. || Less complicated methods may be available. || Somewhat lacking in elbow room. || Lippy fish. || News flash. || Easily done, I guess. || A tribute to the barf bag. || Unwelcome wobble. || Are you bringing the vulva energy to worldwide contentions? || Liveliness incoming. || “Where are my nunchucks?” || On waffle-stomping as an environmentalist’s solemn duty. || On “diversity” and migration, a short thread. || They call it “equity.” Previously. || On stereotypes. || Scenes from T.J. Maxx. || Spaghetti Junction, 1972. || “Pregnancy is not to be defined by biological phenomena… A transsexual theory of reproduction.” Horseshit ensues. || Employee of note. || In surgery. || Close. || “You need to come real fast.” || Oh, and finally, no, it turns out they can’t.
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All of academia would deserve what Sodom and Gomorrah got, except that one can find ten righteous men and women…so far.
WTP has enough righteousness for 20 men and women. Just ask him and he’ll tell you.
Indeed.
Belated Happy Mothra’s Day wishes to all.
Shhh. Naming calls.
Mothers Day is when the least amount of crime is committed.
And I merely get annoyed by automatic faucets.
In case you’re thinking of relocating, David:
The American Midwest is beautiful at this time of year.
My future Lair of Evil–if I can install an elevator.
That actually looks refreshing. Just don’t bring your phone.
Listed #1 in dangerous airports.
Is this why the Turks committed that genocide?
Also,
When I was a kid, a “waffle stomper” was a singularly unfashionable type of boot, given how clonky it was, and its name derived from the pattern on the sole.
We made fun of kids whose mothers had zero fashion sense so they sent them to school with them, usually with straight-leg Sears Toughskins, in an era (1970s) when your pantleg had to flare out and touch the floor, lest someone demand to know where the flood was.
I don’t like that European meaning at all.
Ain’t watched it yet, but I’m starting to come around to the idea that we are way too hyper about stereotypes anymore.
It was one thing to condemn people for assuming that all X people were a certain [unflattering] way, and treat them as if you were interacting with that stereotype. Like inviting the black family over to a cookout and thinking that they must be served fried chicken and watermelon.
But we’re to the point where the worst thing EVAR is to conform to a stereotype or to invoke a stereotype or in any way interact with a stereotypical concept.
Time to give it a rest.
I have no idea what just happened there.
You know he’s a torero by that stance. A certain curvature of the spine, center of gravity shifted, elegance defined.
The cat-singer provides a ray of hope.
[ Recalls that the stereotype about drunken, violent Irishmen was based on reality. ]
Curious pairing.
Forget the lawyers, Education majors are first on my list.
She seemed nice.
It’s been a very long time, but I recall there was a competing anti-apartheid black political party/movement, the name of which escapes me. One difference from the ANC was that they opposed school boycotts because they knew that kids needed education. And they weren’t hard-core communists. For both reasons the ANC killed many of them, including by “necklacing”. My “progressive” friends refused to see that these things made the ANC anything less deserving of support, while refusing to express any support for that other organization.
Here we go:
There are other informative posts in that thread.
RE: Close.
Semper ubi sub ubi.
Shatner’s right.
“The internet has me fighting for my place in heaven every day.”
or
New anatomical structures discovered.
Inconceivable!
““Pregnancy is not to be defined by biological phenomena… A transsexual theory of reproduction.”“
Yale! My god.
“A tribute to the barf bag.“
A friend from school used to collect them. Unused, of course.
That still gets me.
Morning, all.
It’s a situation so dysfunctional, so perverse, it scarcely seems possible. And yet.
I… have questions.
Yes, and now we’ve all had a good look at his centre of gravity.
Introduction.
Agreed.
I am a great fan of the outside toilet
[ Slurps coffee. ]
As I said in the original thread,
But hey, equity.
Extra arms.