Friday Ephemera (787)
Intimate moment detected. || Danger zone. || So how was your day? || Shower scenes. || We’ll never know if he escaped. || Almost ripe. || The mist would help no end. || An average of 29. || Crunchy ant cheese. You heard me. || Modernity, baby. || Our betters smile. || He “took some weed pills.” Also, he was “bored” and he “hates cops.” || Plot twist. Related. || Autumnal recording project. || “When a troubled teen’s crimes spiral into murder, a desperate plastic surgery scheme unleashes chaos.” || I’m not quite sure they’ve captured her. || Hard to tell who’s winning. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Australia’s uranium rush, 1964. || Rubby the robot. || Rage. || Today’s word is pre-emptive. || The progressive trajectory. || Progressive policing. || Funereal cones. || And finally, for fans of the fiddlesome.
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A seriously underwhelming movie with all the brio of a trip to the post office.
Me, too. Good coffee. But the local Walmart usually has it in stock.
I remember when Eight O’Clock was the store brand of A&P supermarkets (which began as The Great Atlantic & Pacific Tea Company back in the mid 1800’s.) The supermarket’s own tea was pretty good, too.
Illinois has some demonically pernicious laws.
Wouldn’t it be a shame if unnamed citizens started quietly taking steps to correct such miscarriages of justice?
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra
Every one of these dipshits fails to realize they are “the man” now–and the most authoritarian kind of “man” you could possibly be.
Well if this doesn’t stop the nazi fascist ICE and others of Trumphitler’s gestapo, all is lost.
Calls to mind the “Die Hippie Die” episode of South Park.
Fie on those fools what dare doubt the value of a Harvard education!
Freedom of speech, NHS-style.
Via Mick Hartley
Portland police training in Old Blighty?
Cautery.
Our bright, shiny AI future!
This seems ominous.
Our bright, shiny AI future!
What kind of moron trusts AI with something serious like travel to a foreign land?
These are not serious people, I guess. They are over-educated and under-learned. School is just overpriced babysitting anymore, and that includes college. I have colleagues with terminal degrees who think nothing of using ChatGPT to write their journal papers – and I am finding more and more of that crud in the published literature. Yet I am the one who will fail a performance review for not having a paper published since I have been here.
Recall Ayaan Hirsi Ali, dismissed by the left as unqualified to speak about Islam because she did not have a university degree in Islamic Studies.
fail performance review: over the last 10 years, I have increasingly found that reviewers have lower and lower reading comprehension. Something I can explain over coffee to my co-workers in 5 minutes, reviewers simply do not grasp. And I do not mean something difficult.
Who are these people? HR pukes?
Pretty impressive that a supermarket’s own brands would be so good…but that was back in the 70’s and 80’s. When A&P closed, I stocked up on loose tea, which I kept in an airtight glass jar.
Glass jar. [ Glances significantly at David. ]
Been noticing that in all areas and for much longer than 10 years.
Must be something in the water.
Only because I just listened to a podcast about “misbehaving” children, I see that video and I wonder what the hell they did to her to make her that angry. The poster says it’s a lack of discipline, and maybe in her case it is. Or maybe it isn’t.
The podcast is here. It’s a brother interviewing his sister about being raised by a Cluster B mother whose behavior is pretty accurately depicted in Mommie Dearest.
They both became “difficult” in their teenage years, so their mother institutionalized them (different times, different places). And yet the problem behavior was the mother’s.
Apparently the mother was pretty good at convincing the system that she’s the sane one and her kids were rotten liars. The system should have twigged to the fact that if mom’s institutionalizing two kids — MAYBE MOM IS THE PROBLEM.
But there’s really no mechanism to arrest parents for psychological torture of their kids. No way for kids to make the accusation and be believed. These kids were made to “confess their sins” instead of being listened to about their wretched parents’ abuse.
The previous post has been updated.
a) Parody
b) AI
c) Typical NPC leftist
d) One of the stupidest people on the planet
e) all of the above
f) a & b
g) c & d
Choose one.
Some people aren’t being slapped anywhere near enough.
Watching it, or half-watching it while talking to you lot, what struck me was the contradiction between the dialogue and the film’s actual pacing.
We’re repeatedly told that an enormously powerful threat is rapidly approaching Earth, that the stakes are high, and that an urgent interception is needed, that every minute counts. Yet everything seems to take forever to happen. We spend 2 or 3 minutes of screen time – which feels like an eternity – admiring the model of the Enterprise docked and inert. From every possible angle.
I mean, it’s a nice model, but guys, tick-tock.
Gunless Bond.
Is that only in the UK? I’m still seeing guns here in the States.
Fan service?
In a better, older England, the entire government would fall over this.
Which is why much of my viewing is old movies. I assume there are FAST platforms like Tubi available in the UK?
CEOs. CIOs. Publishers. Lawyers. The list grows daily.
Did she call the sofa a davenport too like my grandma did?
Option g seems closest to the mark.
Charles Murray concurs.
No idea. But the slow, lingering ‘drydock’ sequence – which, I’ve just discovered, is over five minutes long – is somewhat at odds with the stated urgency.
Yes.
[ Polishes off bacon and cheese toastie, dabs chin with napkin. ]
Point.
What we’re supposed to follow.
When your stupidest takes seem too stupid, The Atlantic has your back.
Ah, yes, The Atlantic.
Where selfishly playing loud hip-hop in a university library, where people are trying to study, is something to applaud, provided you’re “of colour.” Where women are oppressed by crumbs. And where crossword puzzles are “one of the systemic forces that threaten women.”
As read by Our Betters, you know.
I’ll just leave this here.
What goes hippitty hop? Dumb bunnies.
Hood rats and hood rat wanna-be’s are marginally smarter than bunnies but lack all the other personality attributes needed to function in a civilized society.
But the writers at the Atlantic lack the excuse of low intelligence. They’re just evil.
The Correction Booth is over there.
NBC News says to the Atlantic, “Hold my beer.”
Still funny.
Did she call the sofa a davenport too like my grandma did?
Neither – she called it “the couch.”
This evening’s viewing:
Quatermass and the Pit, 1967.
[ Chuckling. ]
Oh no. They’re meddling with forces they can’t possibly comprehend.