The great political divide – Guardian-style:
Yes, an “always Labour” politics teacher clashes with a GP who votes “Labour every general election.” No crockery was thrown, you’ll be astounded to hear. To spare you the unbearable suspense, both dislike Mr Trump. That’s pretty much it. Both ordered cocktails and had “a really positive experience” chatting to the other. Or, in effect, to themselves.
Really getting to the bottom of things.
Previously in the world of vastly different people with vastly different views:
The Guardian series Dining Across The Divide, in which supposedly contrasting characters thrash out their differences, should any materialise at some point, is credited to Zoe Williams, whose mouthings have proved so inadvertently entertaining to regulars of this parish.
Is it too late to move to NYC and vote for Cuomo?
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
It’s DARVO.
I’m guessing the word is being used, wrongly, to describe things of this kind.
As malignant narcissists, they absolutely cannot endure anyone deviating from the script in their heads. You have to be a good little NPC or face their wrath.
The word she, needless to say, is doing some heavy lifting.
Also, thing that never happens, etc.
Mr Morgane Oger, formerly Ronan Oger, seen in the video, is not a savoury character. There are videos in which he practically gloats over the undermining of parents’ rights, of women’s rights, and of safeguards against creepy, mentally ill men. He clearly enjoys any leverage, however questionable. Say, with ludicrously dishonest definitions of “hate.” All while grinning.
Despite his scarves and accessories, he exudes an air of petty malice and something not right.
Mr Oger accuses others (say, Billboard Chris) of antisocial behaviour, of engaging in “hate speech,” all absurdly, while himself being gratuitously disruptive, intrusive and obviously spiteful. As when trying to get people fired for disagreeing with him or for pointing out his dissembling, or when insisting that women should be compelled by law to handle the genitals of weird and pervy cross-dressing men.
Or when campaigning to defund, and thereby shut down, women-only crisis centres, on grounds that they don’t admit the same weird and pervy cross-dressing men.
He has pretty much every tell you’d expect of someone with chronic ill-intent.
And yet we’re not supposed to notice.
Oh, and in rewatching The X-Files after thirty years news, the season one episode Beyond the Sea, with Brad Dourif guest-starring, was quite good. It broke the repetitive story format, which was a good thing.
The Mulder-Scully role-reversal was amusing, and the apparition-with-the-volume-turned-down scene was effective. Also, adding Brad Dourif and reducing the screen time of Mr Duchovny seems to improve things no end.
Fair.
Well, it’s rather like the series The Expanse, which had many good points, none of which were the two lead actors.
Naomi and Holden were the least interesting characters and were played by the least gifted actors. The secondary characters were fine, and I often looked forward to seeing more of them, but whenever the central couple were alone on screen, time tended to drag and my attention wandered.
Another bookmark as we are approaching Halloween.
So, my last proposal couple were a hoot and I had a good time with them in the Smokies. The girl LOVES Halloween and scary movies, and asked me if I could do a picture of him slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her off into the woods. We were at one of the old cabins and I set it up such that I was photographing them from inside the cabin to add a touch of mystery – was the POV of an accomplice or another victim? His back would be turned to the camera because faceless monsters are always more scary. With a base photo now, I manipulated it in AI and then brought it into Photoshop to ensure her face was recognizable and add some color grading to make it more like a still from a scary movie.
See? As with the last photo of the couple in snow, this newly engaged couple will always have the Carter Shields cabin in Cades Cove as part of their fondest memories.
Heh. It’s the attention to detail.
Yesterday, while wafting around the supermarket, I picked up a hefty stash of chocolate, crisps, and sour jelly snakes, etc., in case we get trick-or-treaters.
Having stared at the stash, for quite some time, I’m now rather hoping no bugger rings the bell.
The media, as predictable as the sunrise.
Won’t someone think of the illegal alien Sikh truck drivers who can’t speak English?
Yesterday, while wafting around the supermarket, I picked up a hefty stash of chocolate, crisps, and sour jelly snakes, etc., in case we get trick-or-treaters.
Rookie stuff, you should get some of these, delicious, timely, and coveted.
I hesitate to confess this, but I’m actually a little tempted. Haven’t had Spam since I was a tiny acorn, but my memory is vaguely positive.
[ Fetches fainting cushion for Muldoon. ]
…but my memory is vaguely positive.
A million or so Hawaiians can’t be wrong…
It’s what brought us to England.
Such that it is now an integral part of our daily lives.
Childhood memories of making myself a fried spam sandwich.
A slice with fried eggs makes a tasty breakfast.
[ Opens kitchen cupboard, continues close monitoring of sour jelly snakes. ]
@David: A spammer (Coveted) got through your spam filter and his hawking watches.
A slice with fried eggs makes a tasty breakfast.
As long as you yeet the fried Beelzebub’s Butt Bubble.
OTOH, you can make something actually good. You can use the can for a press if you are a barbarian without a mold.
Dealt with. Thanks.
Dealt with. Thanks.
Alas, now all the spam links have no foundation…
But I did not hear the sweet sound of truncheons impacting flesh.
It’s more fun to yeet the food snobs.
It’s more fun to yeet the food snobs.
Good point, if it is one thing food snobs are fond of it is (checks notes) Spam.
Heh. So. Yet…I’ll just leave this here.
[ Weighs merits of baked potatoes for dinner. ]
[ Awaits heated controversy. ]
Will there be spam?
[ Scores potato skins with fork, skewers potatoes on knives, adds butter and Marmite to hands, fondles potatoes. ]
[ Adds salt. ]
I was leaning towards rummaging in the freezer for a bag of chili, grating some cheese, and adding an ocean of butter.
[ Awaits indignation regarding inclusion of Marmite. ]
[ Attempts unsuccessfully to display condescending pity. ]
I can practically hear Muldoon grinding his teeth.
Marmite? What on Earth are you doing to those poor spuds?
If you’re utterly scandalised by the Marmite, if it’s left you dizzy with rage, I suppose you could use a whisper of umami paste.
[ Fondling intensifies. ]
[ Hurriedly dials phone. ]
“Hello, culinary deprogrammers? I need an emergency intervention.”
My childhood memories of spam.
Marmite on potatoes eh?
Wow, there’s recipes and everything. Must try this…
Speaking of food snobbery, remember when
liberalslibtardslibturds condemned Ronald Reagan as some sort of lower-than-dirt prole for liking macaroni and cheese?I remember the Sad Sack cartoons.
Offered without comment:
Meanwhile, in the world of politics.
Do scroll down.
Ookay, girl child. Then how about black people staying out of everything that white people create?
Politics has always attracted sociopaths, but never so many.
So, is she, like, Queen Of The Black People or something?
Well, I do see a disturbing number of black women wearing wearing t-shirts emblazoned “Queen” in large letters….
Then how about black people staying out of everything that white people create?
First one – “struggles”, with chair, breathing, etc., second – “melanated”; everyone except albinos have melanocytes, it is only a question of degree, but are black albinos allowed “in to” her “content”?
Marmite doesn’t scandalise but it does perplex. Isn’t the purpose of digging up potatoes to eat them?