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The same people bunch who claim human puberty can be turned off and back on like a light switch also thought a national economy could be flipped off and then back on like a lightbulb, and before that, that the planet’s temperature (whatever the heck that is) could be controlled like a thermostat with carbon dioxide from western developed countries only. This kind of thinking is not new; magical thinking has always been popular.
Why Johnny still can’t read: It’s strange enough that academics could be stupid enough to peddle the Whole Language theory of reading, but what’s even stranger is that so many would embrace it. Utter bullshit. Unsupported by the evidence. And yet it has dominated and ruined education for decades.
It was the first time I attempted to access this site from my work computer. I usually use my personal computer.
I wasn’t surprised it was blocked, but the categorization was a little weird. I wonder which tool they’re using.
“We are here today to mourn the untimely deaths of the chickens…”
Sweetie. Honey.
That chicken never would have been conceived or hatched were it not for the poultry industry. The farmer wouldn’t have bred his hen to lay the egg that became that chicken.
So it’s not whether the chicken lives a long life or lives to be eaten, but whether it lives to be eaten OR DOESN’T EXIST AT ALL.
The meds were used for precocial puberty, so if your 8-year-old daughter starts puberty, you put her on the blockers until she’s 11, then stop, then her puberty continues.
That’s not reversibility. That’s just putting things on hold. At 11 (or so) the kid’s body is still rarin’ to do the pubertal thing, so puberty actually does happen.
Even with that use case, patients still reported problems and bad side effects, some permanent.
But if you put a kid on blockers until after the pubertal period has passed, then put the kid on massive doses of opposite-sex hormones, they don’t go through opposite-sex puberty. They may develop the secondary opposite-sex characteristics, but the BRAIN DEVELOPMENT and other physical changes, such as bones increasing in density, doesn’t happen, because it wasn’t real puberty. It was a simulacrum.
The growth plates on their hips and knees grow askew, so they develop limps or strange gaits and often need canes or crutches to move around. That ends up being permanent.
There’s more, but I can’t remember it off the top of my head. A twiXer account called @TTExulansic tracks what happens when girls transition. The woman who runs the account had nearly transitioned herself, but came to her senses before surgeries and stuff.
Ping!
Bless you, madam. May the ripeness of your peaches never be in doubt. (Not a euphemism.)
TOO SOON.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
She’s not wrong.
And as if on cue, that thing that never happens.
And I’m just going to leave this here, I think.
It does capture something of our times. It’s very now.
*ping!*
Yes, but are you diverse…?
Have you ever been diverse?
Not necessarily stoned, but . . . beautiful.
Bless you, sir. May your wisdom include the knowledge that the correct way to eat a Magnum Classic is to bite the chocolate off first.
Anything else is madness.
As if blocking the road and generally ignoring traffic laws didn’t make them annoying enough.
Storming Omaha Beach levels of bravery.
“Welcome, visible, centered”. “It has to be about me”, slightly paraphrased.
Nothing says “inclusion” quite like “us only”. I’ll bet the next Tour de France will be lit, as the kids say.
Presumably, more chippy, vaguely racist, self-absorbed bints.
I suppose what grates, beyond the obvious self-absorption, is the expectation of applause, of pretentious admiration. Despite the needless fuss, and while the assumption in play, the racialised premise of the thing, is actually quite pathetic.
For those who may have missed it, somewhat related:
Or, Black Women Climb Hill. The defining triumph of our time.
In Spandex®.
Spandex® the tensile strength of which is being sorely tested. I denounce myself for Brobdingnagianphobia.
Meanwhile, an opinion is offered on the looks of Sydney Sweeney (It’s the Sweeney, you’re nicked!).
168-40=128-(8×7)=72 or 10 hours 16.8 minutes/day to cram in a shower.
I am going to guess that “quit” means “fired”. I again denounce myself.
Don’t forget “Positioned for Success”!
Pinged. So you’re not allowed to stop.
Something which seems apropos to this thread.
I’ve seen several interview compilations of women denouncing Ms Sweeney’s jeans advert. There was, it has to be said, a pattern of septum piercings, weight issues, and terrible haircuts.
Today’s word is pattern.
No reason.
Bless you, sir. May you live in a neighbourhood where going for a walk around the block doesn’t require much in the way of situational awareness.
There’s always a bloody catch.
the claim that POC are not welcome to bike is a data-free claim. on the chicago lakefront it looks to me like all races running and biking in proportion to the population, and no one cares
Heh. First episode of Bosch season 6. Unfortunately it looks like I will be required to watch this otherwise excellent show slowly boil frogs. It’s more painful when you can see how the game is played. I suppose season 3’s politicalization was a form of foreshadowing. Normalizing trannies by the final season, I expect. Last season was the throuple or whatever cop.
Not unrelated:
And of course the various iterations of the same whiny, evidence-free article that seem to materialise every few months. I’m pretty sure the Guardian alone has published at least four of them.
And from the above, this:
Or something worse.
Seasons six and seven can be skipped with little loss, I think.
Agree from where it seems to be going yet again. I was hoping to skip right on to Ballard as I believe Darleen (?) recommended it. Unfortunately the wife is hooked. She likes Bosch and J. Edgar. I try to focus on the plotlines but even those are getting iffy. Seems I’m stuck. Probably best to try to fake enthusiasm…or at least interest…and get through them all asap. To me it really is an example of how Hollywood, the business not the city, has gotten consumed by the cultural cancer. A very condensed example. It does make some other things clearer.
They’re a little flat and unengaging compared with earlier seasons. It all felt a bit perfunctory, a bit spent. I rewatched the first five seasons, happily, but I couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for rewatching seasons six and seven. And Maddie is just not a load-bearing character. Or played by a load-bearing actress.
They’re a good pairing. Also, DO NOT UPSET THE WIFE.
Not seen it yet, so can’t say. It sits near the top of my list of Things To Watch.
Link to the X account of … https://x.com/BGatesIsaPyscho/
I’m wounded.
From which, this charming madam.
Remember the time he bought lumber to build a dog house but then ended up sleeping in it himself? Or was that someone else.
Things that make you go hmmm.
It seems creepily fitting for Jim Acosta to be interviewing deepfakes.
Not sure the Left ever served the working class.
That’s another thing, as I have said. At this point, since I seem to be committed to seeing this to the end, it’s one of those things that is becoming fascinating the worse it gets. Like that Hey, Mickey You’re So Fine song or a Limburger and Onion sandwich. Almost hypnotizing.
Well I did have a rec room/building (finally) built which I call The Doghouse. Looking for a good caricature artist so I can finally formally dedicate it to my favorite half dozen bad boys, Donald Trump, Steve Spurrier, Kid Rock, Ron “Tater Salad” White, Mike Tyson, and John Daly. So if you know anyone…
[ Buys leather jacket, takes up smoking. ]
“Please,” they cried, “for the love of God, don’t let this be a Maddie-heavy episode.” I suppose it’s the problem of casting children for a long-running drama series. They may be passable as fifteen-year-olds, seen fleetingly, but when they’re given a more prominent role and need to hold the attention and actually act, the chops and charisma may not be there. (The leads in the Harry Potter films come to mind.)
Though I would’ve watched a three-episode mini-series devoted to Crate and Barrel.
Cultural differences.
Expectations of competence deemed unfair, racist.
In a ghetto far, far away.
What sort of thinking could lead American leftists to deny that a problem exists?
Getting very tired of this shit.
Ping.
Bless you, madam. May you invent a device to teleport the accumulated filth from your rugs and carpets onto the rugs and carpets of your enemies.
[ Evil laughter. ]
How long until the UK outlaws VPN’s?