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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Why on earth would the rozzers mace children?
Oh, at least no one got shot over a game this time.
Sounds like it might be a passable chili.
“Just because it’s not nice doesn’t mean it’s not miraculous.” — Terry Pratchett
More to the point, why wouldn’t they?
‘Gentle parenting’ seems to result in ‘entitled aggression’.
A proud tradition, the rite of passage by which Florida Boy proves he’s ready to be Florida Man.
BTW, don’t forget a bit of dark chocolate.
When I was still in the cube farm, it was the women who gossiped constantly. Can we crack down on that?
Who knew that in the executive washroom, the mention of video assistant referees is a rakish innuendo. In the cubicles, where a lot of the guys don’t even have conquests at the weekend, football talk tends to be just a gateway to more football talk.
Ms Francke has an OBE for services to Workplace Equality, and the kinds of people who get OBEs know that male bonding, at least in the executive class, is incompatible with workplace equality. But it’s also obligatory to say that women are just as good as men at male bonding, if not better, and that the sportsbanter gap can be narrowed by ensuring the presence of female role models in media sportsbantering.
Speaking of higher powers,
They’re stickers, apparently.
Not too shabby, if I say so myself.
[ Takes down police tape, arranges for sand bags to be taken away. ]
Isn’t telling lies a sin?
It would be nice if the unheard would shut the hell up once in a while.
That so much of our publicly bankrolled artistic caste is made up of creatures like Mr Vellis, who can say, “Graffiti is the language of the unheard” and not feel silly, and who can use “marginalised communities” in every third sentence, and who declares his fabulist pronouns to be “they/them,” is something of a civilisational shortcoming.
I mean, you’d hope we could do better.
“marginalized communities” are so marginalized that they seem to running the show. Just sayin’
A novel way to find St. Thomas’ grave, listening for the high-pitched sound of rapidly spinning bones.
It’s a commandment for Marxists.
Readers are welcome to poke through Mr Vellis’ sneak preview in search of thoughts never before expressed.
The Church of England has been so evacuated of any transcendent aspiration, so laughably flaccid, for so long, the accusation of being sacrilegious strikes me as almost comically inapt. Gates and bolted horses. But the flimsiness of the so-called “work,” it’s banality, the lack of any discernible aesthetic properties, or even any difficulty in its construction – the sheer crapness of it – does rather irk.
I mean, again, can’t we hope for better? Is this just the standard now, forever?
I hadn’t read the story, I don’t think, but that was a nicely done bit of film. Er, tape. Bits and bytes.
Can we seriously talk about footage anymore?
In other news, my notifications have been, as they say, blowing up. A reply of mine on X – one word and a link – has had over 300,000 views.
I seem to have spent half the day swiping away likes.
You wish you had my glamorous life.
Hook up a generator.
Power the city.
And the next one over.
“Cyril Bennis, volunteer swan warden…” seems to be having a problem with diversity.
The punishment should guarantee that he never offends again.
Not too shabby, if I say so myself.
Could you post, or link to, the recipe?
Not sure I’d call it a recipe as such. That implies some kind of precision. Onions, garlic, red and jalapeño chillies, red chili paste, dried chili flakes, umami paste, peppers, chunked or shredded beef, two beef stock pots, Gran Luchito chili sauce, red beans (optional), cumin seed, oregano. And maybe, as mentioned upthread, a small piece of dark chocolate.
Then let it seethe. Eat the following day. Ideally, with sour cream and chive dip.
Poor you.
Hey, don’t belittle my suffering. I could develop Swiper’s Wrist. And I should add that being liked doesn’t seem to have any beneficial effects.
[ Browses Amazon for tiny, satin wrist cushion. ]
Band name.
Nuts as in bright? Exceptionally clear viewing? Shrug. No more so than earlier this spring and summer which had some beautiful views of a full moon.
I believe you posted that video here several years ago.
I did indeed.
From épater to épuiser.
This has got to be the funniest d—-d thing I’ve seen all week.
It’s a San Francisco vibe, man.
And an excellent post it was.
You can smell it through the screen.
And it’s everywhere. You’re not a progressive city unless you have an area like this one. In my city, they actually give them the drugs and needles.
For a minute there I wondered if the correct word was ‘codger’ or ‘todger’.
Oh goody, an excuse to post this:
Words And Phrases That Shall No Longer Be Spoken, Written, Or Thought
hits different
not gonna lie
for a minute
vibe
collab
if you know you know
send it
not gonna lie
walk off
cope
on the regular
get you back
12/10
chef’s kiss
one and done
glow up
Feel free to add…
Yeah. That’s the ostensibly rational reasoning. The real factor that drives this is that they know that the chickenshit men, and especially the women who would otherwise and in actuality privately agree with them, are for all intents and purposes too chickenshit to push back on this idiocy. And thus it continues…
The natural male urge to get together with the boys and perform hot jazz for a herd of cows
Dammit, David!
Is it wrong to notice the faces?
Highly optional. I’m surprised no Texans have pitched a fit yet. It’s a bit like mentioning Niagara Falls or the Susquehanna Hat Company with those people.
La vache is being fetched.
I loved the film of Nine Billion Names, right up to the final scene. Misses the story’s impact of (from memory), “calmly, with no fuss, one by one, the stars were going out.”
And in the world of socialist solutions:
Because what you want as a passenger, obviously, is to be sitting next to degenerates who will beat someone senseless for the sake of $3.00.
And because, in the world of socialist solutions, these are the people around whom all else must revolve.
But, hey, what with tax-payers picking up the fare, degenerates get to direct more of their *cough* hard-earned *cough* cash towards their intoxicants of choice. Which guarantees greater demands on that inexhaustible resource, the tax-payers.
And this, boys and girls, is how you drive your civilisation into the dirt..
It’s the noticing.
When we lock up or deport all the degenerates, don’t forget the libtards.
Speaking of degenerates: Fun at the lake ruined.
Just one rifle bullet could have taken out half of the invading thugs.