Friday Ephemera (793)
He has a beer coat. || Bond medley. || Blocks of ice versus very hot shapes. || Air conditioner crisis. || Car dealership scenes. || I’ll catch the next one, thanks. || Incoming, two views. || Livestreaming drama. || Dating drama. || Treadmill with wheels. || Loo location of note. || Feeling the rug. || Gun-range related mishap. || Discourse was attempted. || He’s just like Jesus, you hear. || Two and a half minutes of Hitchcock. || Related stills. || His is impressive. || Unfortunate van proximity. || He’s not sure about the pedals. || “Why he locked the doors on me?” || Random Shatner. || On the returning (and non-returning) of shopping trollies. || A thing I didn’t know about the Flatiron Building. (h/t, Things) || It’s a mummified foot thing, you wouldn’t understand. || And finally, a taste of foreign cinema.
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What’s between her legs does not make up for what’s between her ears.
Pervert attempts to educate us:
As if there is any reasonable hope that a 14 year old murderer can be magically transformed into a valuable member of civilized society.
Sex criminal wants lenient treatment of criminals.
Not buying that. I know plenty of people who were messed up well into their teens and even 20’s who are productive members of society today. Hence the term “come to Jesus moments”. Though this young lady seems to agree with you. To what purpose tho?
Opening act for the Nocturnal Emissions
Does not! Does not!
David, could you kindly fix that comment?
[ Chomps Cadbury Twirl, fixes mortifying screw-up. ]
[ Fetches clogs of shame. ]
[ Mortified commenter is mortified. ]
I seem to be making a lot more typos lately.
That relieves you of the need to build a second correction booth.
[ Rummages in cupboard for packet of caramel Tim Tams. ]
And I’ll thank you not to judge me.
Clogs of shame? Back in the 90’s there was a bit of a vogue for clog dancing in Canada (yes, really) and that would have made a very good name for a clog dancing group. I had thought of forming a clog dancing group for lawyers, to be called Clog the Equity, but it never got off the ground.
Gentlemen should be lucky to dodge the bullet here. Who wants to marry and have kids with someone who has a frequent-flyer card with the local residential mental facility?
Gentlemen should be vetting and joining local church or synagogue to find suitable life mates. Ditto advice to the ladies.
Perhaps some safety goggles.
Yeah, but can you get the Sun in the background?
This Australian is proud.
The only item of a biscuitoid nature in this house is… um… ‘Barbie character cookies’, which we unaccountably passed over the
chocolate digestives for.
[ Opens notebook. Writes “suspicious snack preferences”. ]
One box of whole wheat crackers and one box of low-carb Kind bars.
You may now, in awe of such discipline, forget about my many typos.
[ Nudges clogs of shame under Muldoon’s bar stool. ]
Does that mean you’re going Dutch? ;-p
Those sound like unkind bars.
She complains that they’ve voted for a man who has demonstrated disrespect for women, and yet she’s too young to remember Bill Clinton.
And furthermore, the many others of her preferred party who are just as awful as who she thinks Trump is.
It’s remarkable how often the negator word is left out of people’s statements. They seem to be writing a pithy truism but the polarity is 180 degrees off.
That’s not the first item I’d recommend they acquire.
Dilzouble dilzutch, no less
Policy choices have consequences,
It’s (D)ifferent when they do it.
How did I know, without looking, that meant double dutch?
During the depression, he would have billed himself as The Human Table Saw.
A working definition of “woke.”
Not the focus of your point, but from the link: yeah, the whole Carole Lynley–Red Buttons relationship thing didn’t make sense to me either, even when the movie came out…and I was twelve
Can confirm.
[ Shakes fist at heavens. ]
[ Adds Extra Chocolaty Tim Tams to shopping list. ]
[ Underlines. ]
Apparently, a Cluster B mother was urging her teenaged son to transition. She had him don girls underwear and get pink accessories, but he refused to move to the next step and start presenting as a girl in public.
Instead, he went to the 12-story building where she worked and leapt to his death.
Having left a suicide note that totally doesn’t read like something she’d write. No, not at all.
Female evil, the malice in which some women show tremendous expertise, isn’t acknowledged anywhere near enough. It seems to have all but evaporated from our cultural storytelling. Our moral warnings.
You can get your fill of the acknowledgement of female evil from @DisaffectedPod on twiXer. His mother was a combination of Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest and the crazy fanatical mom in Carrie. (He’s had to cut her off completely.)
The thesis of his gig is that our whole society resembles the pathological dynamics of his childhood home — Cluster B women having normalized their pathologies in multiple institutions. He was also a typical leftist until about 10 years ago, when he became “disaffected” from the pathological left and gradually became a conservative.
Here’s a key essay from his Substack: More weight, push that thumb down harder.
And here’s another: The destruction of decorum is societal death.
In fact, I’m going to quote a block from More weight: push that thumb down harder, because it needs widespread distribution:
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Most people are still operating with the following base assumptions. These are unquestioned. They’re actual articles of faith. They’re not only assumed to be true—despite all evidence—but they’re so important that most people take care to signal loudly that they really believe in them.
Yeah, but can you get the Sun in the background?
As a photographer . . . that was pretty damn awesome.
There hasn’t been so such naive irony since Carol Lynley sang “There’s Got To Be A Morning After”, right before a massive fucking wave turned the Poseidon upside down. Let alone her romantic pairing with Red Buttons…but that’s another story…
As a child of the 70s, that movie rocked. Death! Destruction! Shelly Winters!
Does that mean you’re going Dutch? ;-p
No, it means there wasn’t enough room for the clogs and pst in the closet.
Meanwhile, a Canadian AWFL asks why this CDL holder hasn’t had a license yanked.
Today In Fascism™: Episode 2977
Today In Dating™, ladies, are you unpaid for the emotional labor you do with your heterosexual partner? If so, you are a victim of mankeeping.
Sounds like projection to me, but OK.
On which, more shortly.
[ Typing intensifies. ]
There we go.
Comments that-a-way.
Heh.
And yet, I actually feel better when I avoid lots of carbs and sugar. My normal breakfast is eggs and meat. If I also have carbs I feel uncomfortable afterwards. And by drastically restricting my carb and sugar intake, I have changed my palate so that I actually prefer lightly sweetened snacks and a small daily serving of carbs is fully satisfying.
In my case, it’s nearly always due to clumsy attempts to re-phrase my initial words without carefully reviewing the final text. Careless haste.
This brings to mind modern progressives who have no interest in participating in their own survival, like this person on X…
Perhaps this is a product of the welfare state. If the government will take care of me when I got old or sick, then what need have I of a husband, or children, or grandchildren? And if I don’t need them, then why would I possibly want to invest in other people? The entire world exists to take care of me. Live, laugh, love.
[ Hacks David’s Amazon account. Orders 100 kilos of brown rice. ]
In the a-looo-min-um department..ran across this Andy Capp which resulted in some debate as to whether the word ‘dollar’ was used for UK currency or not.
Only ironically. I hope.
… whether the word ‘dollar’ was used for UK currency or not.
https://subslikescript.com/movie/It_Always_Rains_on_Sunday-40481
“Half a dollar” was half a crown (1/8 of a £), but that equivalence wasn’t generally scaled up or down.
https://english.stackexchange.com/questions/385349/what-is-half-a-dollar-in-pre-decimal-british-currency-slang