Friday Ephemera (788)
I am the night. || High winds, some swaying. || Hot and spicy. || Hooves, leather, crossbow bolts and other vulture treasure. || Digitised Da Vinci. || Don’t pull that face, it’s trans scholarship. (h/t, Pst314) || You’re drawing the Moon all wrong. || For likes, you know. || Owl versus socks. || Swingers. || Would watch. || Call it swapsies. || Social interaction is always a pleasure. || The progressive retail experience, parts 671, 672, 673, 674, 675, 676 and 677. || An exact replica, see. || Rap, but with breathing difficulties. || Forging balls. || The ancient sport of road bowling, 1978. || The Nine Billion Names of God. || I’m sure the state will do a bang-up job. || Just checking. || Ejaculation stats. || The robots are coming. || It matters who comes. || And finally, somewhat alarmingly, incoming edges.
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Swat them on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.
I’d like to see him get far more than 6 months in prison.
Or me viewing the latest ‘progressive retail experience’.
Later: frequency, volume, and Ezekiel 23:20.
Historical note: On this day in 1967, Che Guevara became a good communist.
ISWYDT
Transitioning taxpayer monies.
Firms urged to crack down on office football chat
Shut up, you Nazi bint.
I believe these are all money laundering operations run by criminal immigrants.
For @David: Beef Wellington is just a corn dog with a funny accent.
“For likes, you know.“
What did his accomplice get? Because someone was filming that!
Thought/hoping that it might have been something from Benidorm
We see what you did.
Morning, all.
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.
[ Deploys innocent face. ]
See. Innocent.
ISWYDT
[ Slurps coffee. ]
I didn’t they’d made a film of it. Thank you.
*didn’t know*
I read the story as a sweaty teen and likewise had no idea there was a film version.
Sorry, spoilers.
I’m sure her cat will look after her, I believe older meat is easier to digest.
This reminds me of the movie Demon Seed
And in culture news.
Or, the paradox of “diversity.”
Not unfair.
He should buy a lottery ticket.
She doesn’t even know what’s in the box.
Fair point. Though I doubt we’re talking about someone capable of weighing the risk of jail and unemployment against the unknown but probably low-value contents of some random parcel belonging to someone else.
I mean, this is someone who evidently doesn’t consider the possibility of security cameras, despite their ubiquity – not least because of creatures like her – or the likelihood that the person being robbed may not find it too difficult to contact the thief’s employer, with all that will follow from that.
Those of us who aren’t verminous morons often find it difficult to relate to those who are. Our minds are not alike.
“Reality TV.“
I know I’ve said before that I am still unable to find the bodies in the streets of the victims of the trans genocide in effect, but now at least I know that makes me a holocaust denier.
And I’m in good company!