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?
If anyone is getting aroused, etc. etc. etc.
Similarly.
[ Ups price of drinks. ]
Indigenous Ways of Knowing are just as valid as Western science.
“Dyke on strike.“
The thrill of modern dating.
And in thing-that-never-happens news.
Previously, another of those never-happening things.
[…] when first we practise to deceive!
Assuming the thing isn’t a spoof, I’d be tempted to ask, “When you look in a mirror, what exactly is it that you see?”
Stereotypes: a stereotype saves one a lot of time in dealing with the infinite complexity of social interactions. If I presume that a smelly homeless man might be dangerous, it might save my life. If I guess that a woman with blue hair etc is a radical feminist, avoiding conversation is probably a good move. It is always good to be open to being proven wrong. I have delighted in stunning my co-workers who assume I am a math nerd with something I do/have done out of character. More often than not, stereotypes exist for a reason.
Oh, and another of those things-that-never-happen.
Travel advisory for LBQT+: sure, stay out of a country because you cannot force people to use your pronouns. We in US really won’t miss you. But they address the bathroom warning to all LBQ as well as trans, as if it directly affected them also. Twits.
Geese etc: In Portland Maine one Sept. day we were walking back from our dinner by the docks to our hotel. Overhead, about 100 seagulls and 50 crows were having a rumble. They clearly were acting as mobs, united in their anger at the other. It was quite a din. No actual blows could be observed while I watched and after a bit they all went their separate ways (crows one direction, gulls another). It was way too human.
Canada geese are striking for their lack of fear and ability to assess human danger (or lack). Another one is pelicans. I drove over a low bridge in Florida one day, the kind people fish off of (in spite of signs not to) and there were alternating pelican, human, pelican, human all the way. All fishing, of course.
School and trans: way back in the stone age, my high school french teacher was female but dressed like a french whore (or at lease what a 17 yr old guessed one looked like). She had rather harsh features and garish lipstick and a short skirt–just 1mm away of being ruled inappropriate at the time. I was uncomfortable every day. Can’t imagine the poor kids today with this crap.
And the next day he will post “my date assaulted me without provocation”.
Look in my eyes, what do you see?
A broken personality
I know just anger, and twisted dreams
I can’t be what I want to be….
One of my 7th grade teachers dressed somewhat like that: ultra-short skirts and tight blouses. She was working on her masters in education at the nearby university.
My high school German teacher kept stacks of Spiegel and Stern and the classroom for kids to browse. I assume that school administrators and parents were unaware of the naked women appearing in every issue of Stern.
The damn pelicans. Generally keep their distance, or did when I was younger. At the pier in St. Augustine there’s a pelican that I believe they call George. Damn thing will side right up to you while fishing. Had the sob looking me right in the eye at times. People, fishermen, have obviously been feeding him. I really don’t get it. In my day, fishermen hated them. I didn’t understand why the vitriol but whatever. Wasn’t an issue. Now I get it. I do have a little fun disrespecting him, mostly just looking him back as a shortstop would do, but wow do some people take offense if you do. Granted the smaller bait thieves are more of a problem.
A new variation of the game. (Via Sarah Hoyt)
Chaos, you say?
[ Directs significant glance at David. ]
You don’t hate the left enough. You think you do, but you don’t.
He’s holding those doves the way a toddler would.
Canada Geese are about the least threatened birds on the planet. They’re exceptionally good at reproducing and survival in multiple environments. They’re champs, unlike giant pandas, who can’t handle the least disruption in their habitat. Stupid things.
Just one bullet would solve his personality problems.
Good news! No really.
And yet to hear the tiresome environmentalist narrative you might think otherwise. I was forced, somewhat forced, to endure the movie Fly Away Home starring the insufferable Jeff Daniels, on a cross country flight to Los Angeles back in the day. Fortunately for us, on the return flight a coworker and I had gotten ridiculously drunk the night before, mass quantities of beer and burritos, such that we were crashed out on the flight back. Worked out great for us. The other passengers in the cabin not so much. I blame Jeff Daniels for that. On a subconscious level, it was definitely on him. Ah, but we were young then…
I will never take a shower in Belgium.
Yes. It took me a minute or three tho. Everything is so upside down, backwards and retarded that it’s hard to tell which is the good news.
Is Belgium even a thing? I can’t think of anyone whom I know who has ever vacationed there…Though come to think of it, I did change planes in a place called Brussels once. Or at least they said it was Brussels.
Maniatis, Soros operative and protege of Peter Sutherland, admits to a tactical error in pushing refugees from the top down on the United States, not because turning Minneapolis into Mogadishu was a cynical and sadistic thing to do to a white community, but because whites noticed that they were being kicked and ended up electing Trump.
Maniatis says it wasn’t even necessary, given his side’s control of the media and Overton window, and that a grassroots or astroturfed migration scheme would have boiled the frog better. This was seen with a sponsorship scheme for Ukranians, and in case you think that only worked because flyover racists felt sorry for whites, the same thing was also done with Central and South American migrants.
So it’s the same groups that have been swamping the US with migrants for 60 years, but with a democratic fig leaf of pretending that there’s such a thing as an organic demand for refugees.
To whom would a grassroots notion spontaneously occur that their high trust city could be made even better by an influx of “troubled” strangers? One: whites with foolish ideas of universal brotherhood. Two: ethnic immigrants, non-believers in universal brotherhood, sponsoring the importation of reinforcements from their own ethnic groups.
Wise. It is always good to try and blend in with the natives.
Dollars to doughnuts the BC College of Nurses will publicly ignore the letter while at the same time gearing up to attack the employer on multiple fronts.