Friday Ephemera (773)
He has a level-10 wizard staff. || “Fuck white supremacy,” screamed the mentalist bint. (Or, when they can’t help but show you who they are.) || Shots fired. || Video Phones Are Here, 1993. || 53,000 photographs of airline meals. || Road manners. || The rise and fall of alien abduction. Previously. || Buckle up, cowboy. || Two exquisitely tiresome lesbians. || Suboptimal scenario. || Armed bank robbery, carjacking, more carjacking, then capture. || Adventures of the Bigfoot Boys. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || The kind of crazy bitch who takes pleasure in gratuitously obstructing traffic. || More joys of public transport. || Three-wheeled mobile raincoat, 1943. || Can relate. || Not, it turns out, robots in disguise. || Newcomer to Kensington. || No, after you. || Lady’s got the blues.
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I have the ideal photo for that…
I see what you did there.
Heh. I was waiting for him to move on to using an actual paper fan. Alas. I remember Sunday school in south Florida back in ’69, we didn’t have air conditioning in that building yet and it had poor ventilation. So we kids would fold up our Sunday school papers to make fans to fan ourselves. For some bloody reason this would upset the old bat teaching our class. She would try to tell use that by fanning ourselves, our actions were actually making ourselves hotter.
In elementary school we didn’t have A/C either but we did have a huge fan that sat on the floor. Coming in from recess we would beg her to angle the fan towards us but our teacher would insist that doing so would cause us to get sick. She would then say that by pointing the fan at the ceiling it would actually make the room cooler.
I recall one hot and humid afternoon some years ago when much of the family had gathered, unplanned, in my late mother-in-law’s living room in her small terraced house. For reasons that escape me, she owned a collection of paper fans, which, gradually, one by one, we started putting to use. After maybe 45 minutes, half of those gathered were casually fanning themselves in a not entirely successful bid to stay cool.
We were one smart remark away from a comedy sketch.
Gas powered refrigerators were once a thing before the electric sort took over. They’re still available.
[ Adds more ice to drink. ]
Blowed up good. Blowed up real good.
From the comments:
As if such fans did not exist in India for a thousand years before Europeans arrived. Count on a leftist to make a moronic comment which is contra-historical in every possible way.
Heh.
I have the idealer photo:
As it’s quite warm here, I’m experimenting with ice-to-gin-and-tonic ratios.
This may take some time.
IMHO, hanging a few, or more, from lamp posts in their neighborhoods ought to sharpen their focus first. Then mass deportation for the rest with promises of similar treatment for any who sneak back.
I hope you are keeping careful records. Pen only. No pencil. No erasing. No retroactive writing.
[ Volunteers to be lab assistant. ]
I find your ideas compelling and wish to subscribe to your newsletter.
[ Continues experiments with rhubarb-and-ginger gin. ]
So many variables to consider.
[ Slurping, scribbling, chin-stroking. ]
And a large data set.
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the size of this gin and tonic.
[ Scribbling intensifies. ]
You’re supposed to pour it down your throat, not in your ear.
Sshh. I’m doing science.
[ Chinking of ice cubes, scribbling. ]
[ Scribbling not entirely legible at this point. ]
Effectiveness of Powerpoint…
Its a typo. They meant to wax poetic on the persuasive power of Hollowpoint.
The one in the suit could have been quite gorgeous if her brain hadn’t been broken.
Finally, some bigfoot video that’s not ridiculously blurry. I hope this settles the matter once and for all!
It’s great to see commies living their beliefs, but it looks like he held too much back for himself! Maybe he’s saving for the next aggressive panhandler.
At 16% alcohol by volume, I can read with equanimity any news I can still see.
Possibly not the most prestigious MOS:
It’s fair to say that most liberals and leftists understand perfectly well that the Constitution was designed to limit the power of government. It’s just that they disapprove of anything which limits their power to “do good”. And thus it is that liberals are constitutionally incapable of criticizing leftists and inevitably drift towards totalitarianism.
If you know, you know.
Is it rude to think he is in dire need of an up close and personal introduction to this ‘artificial construction‘?
He wants to defund the police, so he should be denied all police protection.
Hell, at this point I’m ready to move to NYC and vote for him. GD NYers move everywhere else and f*** stuff up. Turn about is fair play. I will LMFAO if he wins.
500 quatloos on the lady in the green dress.
It turns out bridge trolls are real.
Were they all attending the same party, or are they all in the same… profession?
I suspect the bespectacled chap, the one trying ineffectively to intervene, was hopelessly outgunned. What with Big Barda throwing herself about.
If you know, you know.
Um . . . I don’t know.
I’m guessing it’s a reference to this incident.
Exactly.
Yep. After that incident I found their music especially annoying. Paying closer attention to their lyrics, they have a certain contempt for normal people.
I know nothing about them, nothing at all, other than the incident with vast amounts of faecal matter.
Fame, baby.
Everybody remembers the name of the band. Nobody remembers the name of the bus driver who did the deed. Was the driver in the habit of dumping waste illegally to save money and time? Did the band know and approve? Nothing on the Wikipedia page about that, although you’d think that anyone managing the band’s affairs would have some awareness. Shrug.
In my original reading of the story, what…25 years ago?…the band suggested it and/or cheered it on. At the time I guessed that the bus driver regularly did this when crossing a bridge with that sort of metal grill roadway. Which itself would be…something. Maybe I read that at the time as well.
Wikipedia does: The members of Dave Matthews Band were not on or near the bus during the incident.[3][4] The band’s bus driver, Stefan Wohl, initially denied dumping the waste, and was supported by the band. However, he was later found to have been the only person on the bus during the incident; in April 2005, he pleaded guilty to the dumping, and the band fired him without pay.[5]
A wizard’s staff has a knob on the end
1. I’m gay, what would people think of me
2. I don’t care what people think, I’m coming out
3. Society should just accept people as they are, get over it
4. Actually I do care a great deal what people think because deep down I’m an insufferable narcissist, and others need to change their attitude, let me gay-splain to you, don’t get over it
Better than that f-ing awful “no no square”
Lèse-majesté for the 21st Century.
The cringing is cringe.