Friday Ephemera (781)
You want one and you know it. || They watched the wheels leave without them. || Meet the cosmologists, 1963. || At last, humanoid robot kickboxing. || Bearing gifts. || He was hiding in the girls’ toilets. Previously. || Apparently, the hormones widened his eyes and made his glasses grow. || Neighbour of note. || The joys of social interaction. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Switched-on and swinging in Caracas, 1969. || Hair crisis, 2025. || Clearly, bold choices were made. || Low impulse control. || On personality and pet preference. || Feedback loop. Also, inevitably, pronouns in bio. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, parts 649, 650, 651, 652, 653, and 654. || Poison in the social bloodstream. || Something error happen. || Paint job. || Pleats. || Trolley problem.
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By Marx.
The ‘politics of perception’ is certainly more reliable than the waste of pulp that is the Crime Survey.
Even an elephant has its limits.
You know you want one
“ Low impulse control.“
I…I just….
And it made him use more lip gloss. It’s like a wonder drug!
That high trust society was good while it lasted.
Morning, all.
Happening scene.
He/him is getting a (deserved) kicking in the replies. Suddenly he’s not interested in the subject.
Unicycle of note.
I just discovered this X account, (@RockChartrand). The dude achieves a Wayne Burnett–level of posting, mostly about free markets and basic economics.
Recommended follow.
Yes, curiously, our oh-so-confident pronoun stipulator hasn’t bothered to engage with the numerous rebuttals and factual corrections. Imagine my surprise. One might almost think him another preening progressive status-queen.
Still, it’s quite a conceit. As if modern “literary fiction,” God help us, weren’t to a very large extent a politically captured industry, and consequently, a source not of intellectual expansiveness, as implied, but of narrowness and monotony. I find the idea of “literary fiction” – and, wait for it, The New Yorker – as the measure of sophistication and cleverness both sad and quite funny. Heathen that I am.
Likewise, the conceit that those of us unengaged by modern “literary fiction” couldn’t possibly be reading anything else. Anything better. Anything more deserving of our time.
And it’s interesting how acceptable it now is, indeed mandatory, among The Type, to smugly demean white men as subliterate racist trash, while carefully ignoring any statistics regarding the actual “subliterate population.”
I’m trying to imagine what that must be like. To be the kind of person who mouths these things – ostentatiously, smugly, as a basis for in-group status – and is then corrected at great length and in a dozen different ways, but who has to pretend none of that happened, that none of that was seen. Lest his status come undone.
It’s an odd way to live.
Pro tip: cook them first.
Because I can, that’s why.
Why doesn’t she have any feet?
I DON’T KNOW.
There’s so much I don’t understand about that shot. The pleats, the cuffs, the missing feet. And why is Mr Wyngarde pointing at his crotch?
WTF. I need context.
I’m not sure there is any, beyond, I’d guess, bag lady psychosis. As someone says in the replies, it’s not unlike cats when they seem to just lash out randomly.
And chappie’s feel-good strut is the icing on the cake.
What possible reason could there be for this?
Two words: Chicken tenders.
Even more joys of public transport.
Meanwhile at the station, heh.
So, being expected to be in any way considerate of others, and to be even minimally responsible as a parent, is an affront to the chronically affronted.
Well. There’s a question that’s doubtless crossed more than a few minds.
Obnoxious madwoman is mad, obnoxious.
Not when there are chicken tenders on the line.
That may be, but sometimes they have real solutions to real problems:
Part the first;
Part the second.
And yet there are those who are rendered incandescent by the consequent deployment of Yogi-and-Boo-Boo memes.
It’s an enriched learning environment.
And from downthread:
Mingle, mingle, mingle.
Maybe a tad showy.
Oh No! ITEOTWAWKI!
The state department of transportation “illegally vandalized” a (checks notes) city crosswalk!
Is there no end to the cruelty of the nazi fascist LBBQWD40+pobia?
Hence the Yogi-and-Boo-Boo memes. Likewise Its-all-so-tiresome.
This video is currently popping up on my TL from all and sundry and may explain the Carnival Cruise issues, and a great many other things.
This subscription crap is getting out of hand.
Doesn’t strike me as a winning strategy in the modern world. More a recipe for failure, alienation and resentment. To say nothing of the aggravation for others.
The Idaho killer was studying criminology. This from his fellow classmates:
Though at least one professor could see the obvious. Wonder if he still has a job.
Trolley Problem
There’s also a pretzel-cutting championship and one to do with fork lifts.
World’s lamest rave?
And again conservatives…”conservatives” spiking the football on th 40 yardline. Too chickenshit to follow through before declaring “victory”.
Sent that to my wife as she has issues with pleats on men’s pants, tho granted at the other end. She asked me who is that guy. I looked him up on Wiki. Sadly, about what I expected. Who says you can’t judge a book by its cover? No, seriously. We need to find that guy and beat some sense into his head. A big part of the problems we’re seeing today.
This may, er, help.
Not unique to Africans per se. Also a bit of an undercut to the Cold Winter Theory was Jacob Bronowski’s similar observations regarding nomadic cultures and their immediacy of the present in his Ascent of Man documentary. The last dozen years or so there’s been a focus on being “in the moment”. I first noticed this on an episode of Scrubs and then seeing it pop up in a lot of self-help related discussions, specifically to the anxiety treatment trends.
Yeah…uh…thanks? Now I have many, many more questions. Not the least of which is why did airline pilots feel the need to annoy their passengers with the “everything alright” questions back then?
I think she’s assuming that the procedure is reversible, right? Because otherwise, all her talk about the future of society is a little weird.
Less than ideal father material.
It’s fine if they have a different concept of time. I don’t know if it’s neurological or cultural or what, but if they want to live that way, let them.
Just everyone be clear that different concepts of time are going to yield different results, and that if you’re living in one culture, you need to abide by their temporal concepts. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to go to a remote African village and start drawing up schedules and setting alarms for getting things done.
It also might not be appropriate for me to attempt to “rescue” them from their primitive ways by installing solar-powered wells and other technology, because apparently when you leave, they dismantle the machines and sell the parts for alcohol or food or whatever they want right now.
Well, OK then. If walking two miles to a well every day suits you more than having this pump in your village, then so be it. I will consider my white guilt absolved and no longer consider it my Christian duty to help you become “advanced.” I say that with no bitterness. Seriously. If the primitive life suits you, then I will stop interfering.
Oddly enough, this tweet of mine from 2023 suddenly started circulating again a few days ago.
Make sure you don’t describe this as someone “losing it,” because that weeping is 100% fake. It’s a manipulation. “Look what you did to me! Look at how hurt I am!”
Challenge him, and watch his face change in a trice from anguish to rage.
True. But try telling the churchy Christians that. With much of what DOGE has exposed, along with some of my personal experiences in volunteering, I have come to realize that far, far more of this “missionary” work is just money laundering. Not just the obvious individual donations but the churches themselves allowed themselves to get intertwined with the NGOs, which came with certain consequences/concession. But hey, spread the Word of God! Overrides the otherwise somewhat rational thinking of 95% of conservatives. Especially the “adults in the room” kind.
Change “might” to “certainly”.
Misunderstanding has a happy ending. Starts here, then read the next one down.
Seen something like it before.
I think I’d be tempted to point out that the problem isn’t baldness. How well do we think that would go?