Friday Ephemera (794)
Regarding wrinkles. || He speaks Russian. || Not quite grasping the convention. || No, I don’t think that’s something I’d care to normalise, thank you. || She’s trying out her new labels and has self-diagnosed as an amputee. || She won’t be elaborating on that statement. || About your bottom. || The sounds of suburbia. || His shot is better than yours. || Minutes from the border. (h/t, Stephanie) || It’s what he would’ve wanted. || He doesn’t identify as white, because that’s a thing you can do now. || Simulator of note. || Think of it as a challenge. || Her thirst detected. || A passion for pebbles. || The unspanked commute. || “Apply and lie,” says she. || Perfect slices every time. || The progressive retail experience, parts 684, 685 and 686. || Child rotation. || Tourists, 1864. || It fits two to four people.
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Sounds like a zone or a phenomenon from one of the Sci-Fi shows people are always talking about here. As in:
Prove it. Turn me into a newt. I dare you.
Also, “real witches.“
[Sally is fussing with her cleavage]
Sally Solomon: They seem to have greater power when they collide. I’m not wrong, am I?
Safety first.
Is corduroy a thing again? I haven’t noticed any in many years.
I heard its coming. Everyone has.
“Actual witches.“
I can smell that gathering without being there.
Band name.
A vigil was held for Rhiannnon Skye Whyte, who was stalked and murdered in 2024 by a Sudanese “asylum seeker”. Counter-protesters showed up to express their disapproval of disapproval of murder. They included the usual suspects: a teacher, a child psychologist, a volunteer for young offenders, a Unison union official. And oh look–another Quaker!
Will there be corduroy sport jackets with leather elbow patches? Smelling faintly of chalk dust and faculty lounge
cigarettesdoobies?Nov 1959 issue of Field and Stream reviews Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
More details here.
And in the arts.
Thunderbirds 24/7 livestream.
And more art.
Also: Her ancestors worked and she is tired.
You can tell all you need by examining the shape of a man’s head.
That blogger is on a roll.
Good to see the inmates of the asylum of Charenton got jobs upon release.
No mention of twinkling buttocks.
A relation of the designer of the ingenious device featured above?
[ Leaves can of body glitter on bar. ]
Incense and patchouli?
Lombroso was a pioneer.
[ Adds sign, Body Glitter: £10. ]
Per buttock, obviously.
[ Fetches tarpaulin. ]
I aspire to be a pioneer in the complementary field of retrophrenology.
Does the shape of your skull inspire fear or distrust? Allow me to make strategic alterations for a moderate fee.
[ Displays set of shining steel mallets. ]
Scroll down for this Japanese public service announcement.
Can anybody here provide a translation?
Okay – that’s enough Internet for today:
Teens in Turkey, India and Brazil killed when “pranksters” forcibly insert high pressure air hoses in their rectums.
Hard to understand how anybody could be so stupid and malicious.
I’m so fucking stressed out from running my pet lizard Instagram account!
“Is it them again, Yogi?” “Yes, it’s them.”
Black. Male. Homeless. Slashing random strangers. Pleased with self.
“Are you taking me to the hospital?”
A vigil was held for a woman murdered and PROTESTERS SHOWED UP????? Have they lost their minds?
Leftists: criminally insane.
Album name. First album by the new band, Smell That. Album subtitle:
C’mon…it’s right there.
“Spite is the single strongest force in politics.”
TDS?
“There’s just no reason for us to tolerate that level of downside.“
Related to the above.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, this came to mind:
That the above should seem in any way scandalous is a measure of the dysfunction.
I once responded to a post about some feminist nonsense that had a picture of three young ladies wearing “We are the granddaughters of the witches you didn’t burn in Salem” t-shirts. I pointed out that while I hated to be pedantic,* (1) accused witches in America were hanged, not burned; (2) for them to be “granddaughters” of people from the 1690s meant that somebody in that family line was extraordinarily long-lived; and (3) nobody in Salem was a witch— that was the whole flipping point.
*I didn’t actually hate to be pedantic.
1) accused witches in America were hanged, not burned
Actually, one victim, Giles Corey, was pressed to death.
FIFY.
Ah, simpler times.
That makes it harder for “witches” to feel unique and special, which is a big part of the attraction. Hence all the spells, “healing” rituals, and other mumbo-jumbo.
I’m just going to leave this here.
A novel by Robert Ludlum.
[ Slurps gin and tonic. ]
It’s the weekend. It’s allowed.
And you don’t have to be sober to steer this barge.
She stopped wearing make-up, but people can still tell she’s a woman.
What, oh what, is to be done?
[ Vague unease about spam filter. ]
[ Great unease about Correction Booth. ]
Maybe I’d better be careful how I spell
aluminumaluminium.[ Cues theme song ]
Love,
exciting and new
Come aboard,
we’re expecting you
Love,
life’s sweetest reward
Let it flow,
it floats back to you
The Love Barge
soon will be making another run
The Love Barge
promises something for everyone