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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Can’t quite believe how long it took me to find the saucy ambiguity in that.
[ Does actual innocent face. ]
Some people aren’t old enough to remember elephant pants.
I was fascinated (in a horrifying way) watching the white woman standing next to him. NOTHING moves on her face but her eyes. It’s like watching a hostage video. She knows if she moves a muscle that distracts from his message, she’s going to be beat the hell later that night.
Yikes.
Nope, it is not as if any of these goobers think anything through.
Heh. Years ago I was in a Wednesday night pool league where I frequently played against an older guy named Richard, who went by “Dick”. My boss was also on our team and sometimes he would leaver early thus he would miss our usually late match. Thursday morning I would go into his cube and tell him all about how I beat Dick the night before. Probably would get us both fired today. People have no sense of humor anymore.
It’s not so much that they don’t think anything through, it’s that they are mental cases. Maybe not extreme like schizophrenia or anything but still effectively non-functional in society. In the past people like this would be ignored, pushed aside and end up as bums or whatever. Or “bullied”/disciplined into growing tf up. The ones from wealthier families might be institutionalized or worse. Now any such corrective action or removal from productive society is frowned upon. Instead we feed and house them and give them access to the internet. Be it “we” the taxpayers or “we” the increasingly wealthier middle and middle class-upper classes or broader upper classes. Our society has the wealth to tolerate them so the path of least resistance is to enable them to spread their insanity wide.
Low future time orientation is characteristic of low IQ. As is a lack of impulse control.
This presumably correlates with the “sun people/ice people” delusion.
Who the hell is going to hire someone who can’t/won’t turn up on time, plan ahead etc?
The shopping cart return is one stone thow away from curling….