Friday Ephemera (786)
Dry hard. || Columbo: the board game, 1973. || No longer oppressed by shoes. || Today’s word is logistics. || At last, transparent stairs. || “Do not be disrespectful,” says bewigged man barging into women’s toilets while filming himself. || On the “dynamic authenticity” of Mr William Shatner. || Unrequested motion. || Models of the Moon, 1874. || Incoming. || It matters who comes. || Leamington College, a learning environment. || “A less crazy candidate,” says she. || On the corruption of Wikipedia. (h/t, Dicentra) || Hot pebble eggs. || Piggyback. || Squidginess. || Grooming scenes. || Chart of note. || Today’s other word is trajectory. || “We are willing to socialise only with people who support our beliefs.” || Yes, but other than the noise. || Foundling. || And finally, on files, bedsheets and wooden guns.
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Absolute unit.
The year is 1964. You are a VP at Conglomco, formerly National Barley Biscuit, nee Professor Snodgrass’s Miracle Laxative Wafers. . .
Hard pass.
News update.
He’s stepping on the metal frame. No treads have yet been installed.
“Go on, do Deformed Rabbit …it’s my favourite.”
They’ll never deeble like that.
Still laughing.
I got that reference.
This merely reminds me that Woody Allen was never outraged about the left canceling non-leftists back in the 40’s and 50’s, only about the backlash in which commies got canceled.
The left will eat their own.
Wish they’d get on with it. It’s not like maenads need cutlery or condiments.
Dragged over from previous thread … be enriched by another California retail experience.
Leaving a bookmark….
Divorce coming in 5, 4, 3, 2…
Might be worth it though.
NINETY FOUR?!?!?
“On the “dynamic authenticity” of Mr William Shatner. “
Who hopefully has recovered from his worrying medical episode, we’ve lost too many of the greats lately.
“Hot pebble eggs.“
The Dental Association of America welcomes this new dining trend.
That’s not good.
Nature is healing.
My answer.
Morning, all.
More laundry related woes.
If you scroll down, you’ll see that our bewigged chappie makes a habit of visiting the ladies’ toilets in various pubs – more often than might be suggested by a mere need to pee. He also has a, shall we say, extensive criminal history.
Should today’s word be ‘pattern’…?
[ Wipes bar, whistles nonchalantly. ]
Apparently, a “disagreement” resulted in the frenzied brandishing of a machete by a seventeen-year-old “youth” in a college common room, resulting in the arrival of armed police and the entire college being placed on lockdown.
But remember, we have always been a vibrant, multicultural nation. Nothing has been degraded or made more alienating and dangerous, and to suggest anything to that effect is almost certainly racist.
Now go about your business, citizen.
Laughed, not sorry.
She’s “happy to educate you.”
I should add that Congresswoman Sara Jacobs, representing San Diego, drew attention to that interaction, proudly, on her official X account.
As if it made her look good.
Again, high in neuroticism, low in conscientiousness.
“and in some scenarios – Columbo was also the killer.”
Didn’t see that twist coming…
In a Reddit thread, that claim is disputed by someone who still owns the thing, but it would have been the plot twist to end them all. I also liked the note that, not having rights to Peter Falk’s likeness, Columbo is always depicted facing away from the players.
I followed the eBay links and found this game, now selling for £50, which I vaguely recall being given one Christmas. Though if memory serves, building the damn thing was more entertaining than the game itself.
*laughs in doublethink*
More laundry related woes.
Our 20+ year old dryer went kaput.
Me: Let’s head down to the Home Depot and get a new one, look, they have one they can deliver and install by Friday.
Husband: I think I can fix it . . .
Tomorrow I envision myself down at a laundromat with a good book and a six-pack.
Skill set.
I may have mentioned before the delivery of a new sofa, during which the delivery chaps regaled us with an anecdote about preparing to take away a female customer’s old sofa and discovering among its cushions a pair of discarded knickers. A discovery that presented a moral dilemma and resulted in a whispered and gentlemanly debate.
Specifically, a debate on whether it would be best to promptly hand said garment back to its rightful owner, or to spare her the embarrassment by leaving the knickers where they were, saying nothing, and carrying them away along with the old sofa.
I hadn’t previously given much thought to the real-world moral dilemmas of the sofa delivery business.
Whoever hits the planet first, wins.
It’s been, oh, hours, since we’ve had a thing-that-never-happens, and so.
Remember, dear readers, winter is coming.
Long ago, an archaeologist told me that some ancient humans cooked food by heating rocks in a fire and then dropping them into an animal skin stew pot. However, every time this was done tiny bits would detach from the rocks due to thermal shock, causing the humans’ teeth to wear down prematurely.
Done to generate clicks, I assume.
And nothing much will be done until he kills someone. Thanks to Wise Progressive Judges.
Simon Webb noted, in a recent video, that immigrants are killing and eating protected birds (swans and geese) in public parks as well as harvesting mushrooms on an industrial scale from same parks. Wise Intellectuals, meanwhile, insist that this happens hardly ever.
One more time.
[ Sudden recollection ] When I was very young, there was an Eastern European couple down the street. The wife would dig up flowers from the local park to plant in her garden.
It does.
To the clowns & cretins who elect her.
Given the vast numbers of people wishing to move here, it seems we can afford to be quite discriminating in who is made welcome. Thereby sparing ourselves a lot of time and money, and a great deal of social friction, in seemingly futile attempts to explain the basics of our civilisation.
And yet.
Were the delivery chaps certain the knickers were hers?
As if much will be done when he does.
I recall leftists, in the 60’s and 70’s, expressing strong disapproval of such discriminating policies. Such opposition expressed in terms of some perverted idea of justice: There is no such thing as an incompatible culture and everyone should “have a chance”.