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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I mean, if we have to explain this stuff – queuing 101, don’t eat park wildlife, don’t rape women – then the people to whom this is news really shouldn’t be here.
It shouldn’t be difficult to find people more worthy of our civilisation.
Being a gentleman, I didn’t probe further.
Though I did laugh quite a bit.
And “explaining” won’t help anyway: Their personalities and habits and values are fully formed and almost impossible to change–nor will they want to change.
I hate to think what sorts of stuff delivery people find in old furniture.
George Gershwin, 26 September, 1898 – 11 July, 1937
Happily, beneath the cushions of our old sofa, only the crumbs were incriminating.
I would think any uncertainty as to their provenance would militate in favour of a discrete removal.
Raises eyebrow.
That was the chosen course of action.
#RealWorldEthics
Also a metaphor for what’s happening in schools and universities.
[ Plays Neat Nexus, level 50, on triple speed. ]
[ Mad cackling. ]
I am not following the logic here, maybe if she kept riding…
Not since the Blitz has Britain felt such a telling blow.
Bike helmet of note.
I wouldn’t have thought the first two go with the third, but then I am not an Assistant Professor of Queer & Latinx Decolonial Theology.
They said the Chernobyl radiation never made it to the Crimea. (via Tacky Raccoons)
Heh. That was on my shortlist.
If only these wearying fuckers would, just occasionally, get over themselves.
As this guy is into paradoxes I am still working on his oppressive oppression and the intolerance in Puerto Rico which is so intolerant and oppressively oppressive that they have gay bars.
And so, our tearful progressive cyclist wants the state to do something about the fact that other cyclists, most likely progressives themselves, sometimes say mean things. Resulting, we’re told, in “trauma.”
Again, to a very large extent, politics is downstream of personality.
absolute unit: Imagine a spherical chicken (math joke).
I had that game, only it was called Which Witch?
And yes, building it was more fun that playing it. It frequently fell apart, IIRC.
unrealism: just a reminder that in Chicago the new mayor shut down the gunshot microphones because it mainly recorded gunshots in vibrant neighborhoods.
And that many US cities have stopped reporting crime stats to the FBI or redefined felonies into misdemeanors. Because if you don’t know about it, it does not exist. Right.
Yes. I don’t remember it fondly.
That may have been the same Christmas in which, for reasons that now escape me, I was given one of these.
When they hauled away my sofa earlier this year, it contained a dead mouse between the cushions.
Which is why I was having it hauled away in the first place. The rotten things had burrowed into it and made themselves at home. It stank like… well… mouse waste.
Also, losing George Gershwin at a young age is the worst musical loss in history. Don’t @ me.
[ Fetches broom, rubber gloves, shoves Dicentra’s bar stool further away. ]
In fact, they only installed ShotSpotter microphones in those neighborhoods that had high rates of gun crimes. Not cost effective to put them in low-crime areas. (You know, areas without significant numbers of vibrantly black people.)
[ Washes hands. Dons rubber gloves and face mask. ]
But seriously, that’s one reason I moved to the suburbs and bought a condo in an all-masonry building. No rodents, no bugs. And keeping all foods in glass jars means there is nothing to attract pests if one should somehow get in.
I’m sure precautions were taken.
At what point should judges decide a criminal cannot be reformed and permanent removal is in order? /rhetorical question
She says she ran.
I heard it as a physical chem joke.
I’ve always been partial to the notion of ‘third time pays all’ but others may have good reasons for a different limitation.
I was just reading something about the 1986 film Manhunter, in which Brian Cox plays the cannibalistic serial killer Hannibal Lecter. For a fraction of a second my brain managed to misread Brian Cox as Brian Blessed.
I now want to see Silence of the Lambs with Jodie Foster playing opposite Brian Blessed.
And here, a group doctors and engineers relax with a little fishing, er netting, er poaching.
“…the physicist tells the farmer ‘I have a solution but it only works for spherical chickens in a vacuum.’ “
Serena Williams triggered by cotton plant decoration in her 5 Star New York Hotel.
There is a book “Imagine a Spherical Cow” about physics
Checkout ergonomics.
Serena Williams: she never wears cotton?
Is this the “open society” that George Soros seeks to impose? /rhetorical question
Serena Williams triggered by cotton plant decoration in her 5 Star New York Hotel.
Er, someone ought to tell HRH Williams that her outrage is as has-been as her career (ok maybe she is still top of female tennis, I admit I don’t know). We’ve already been through this over Hobby Lobby selling it in their home decor section, back when X was Twitter, and cancel mobs ruled the interwebs.
Now that she’s retired from tennis, she needs other ways to garner attention.
…and Black Woman Experiences Racism is the default choice.
“penguin erector”
Fake but funny.
A British crisis.
The silly thing is if you’ve seen him in literally anything else, or heard his spoken word album, he doesn’t do delivery like that. Young Bill Shatner was the standout talent at the Stratford Festival in the 1960s, lauded by no less than Robertson Davies, and was hired specifically because Roddenberry wanted a Shakespearean tone to the moral fables he was tarting up as SF.
“staccato delivery”, ffs. He’s doing iambic pentameter.
No. 13 Dead End Drive has mystifyingly stayed in press to the current day.
I have to admit, I watched the video for “Today’s word is logistics” and wanted the poor dude to go full Curly Howard mode on the gate and the door:
“I’m a victim of soy-cum-stance!”
“He dindu nuffin!” yells the black savage.
“What I have to deal with almost every day at work”
And in the world of depraved New York millionaires….
Or should this be labeled New York Man Friday?
Those judges and prosecutors who treat muslim criminals with extreme leniency.
Seems like they are the ones who are perverting the course of justice.
So, what fraction of UK judges and prosecutors should themselves be in prison?
Maybe a point system like you get on your driver license. Once you accumulate a certain amount, you’re parachuted onto North Sentinel Island.