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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It’s Teacher Appreciation Week
To be fair, a lot of biologically female teachers are also insufferable with their God complexes. I despise those bumberstickers that say, “If you can read this, thank a teacher” or “What’s your superpower? I’m a teacher” (the latter also employed by a lot of nurses with their profession substituted).
Thank you, my parents taught me to read and I do thank those women, the Dominican Sisters of Sparkhill, NY, in their habits and veils, who nutured our education.
Also librarians. All the teachers and librarians I have personally known were indeed insufferable, portraying themselves as heroic defenders of freedom while in reality advancing a totalitarian leftist agenda.
On recollection, that is an old pattern: As people get older they tend to go out less often. Not just films but live theater, concerts, etc. I’m not denying the reality of film industry decline, only pointing out a contributing factor.
I have early childhood memories of the Migratory Bird Treaty and “protect migratory birds from those mean hunters” campaigns. Geese as annoying poop machines was something I didn’t hear about until later.
I’m feeling queasy.
I-787 in Albany. Legend has it it’s a mess because Nelson Rockefeller wanted people driving in to have a view of the Empire State Plaza. (And yes, that concrete egg needs to be blown up.)
Truth.
I’m feeling queasy.
After that atrocity, a Donovan cover to sooth your roiling gizzards…
And in tongue-related news.
“…they deserve dignity, just like everyone else…” The trouble with stereotypes, is that they are true.
Self proclaimed “Palestinian” can’t figure out why UCLA hasn’t caved to her demands. Still, you have to admire that she is so committed to the cause that she has to (checks notes) read her demands from a phone.
6 feet of space is clearly insufficient.
For when the HOA pisses you off for the final time.
They gave up on teaching ages ago so what better to fill the hours than digging through mum’s closet and playing dress-up?
Beats ‘Just Say No’ by a mile.
When 9-volt batteries just don’t do it for you anymore . . .
Would it be rude to put hunger-strikers in cages in the cafeteria?