Like Inception
But with late-in-life cross-dressing.
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— Binky (@TheOnlyGuru) November 11, 2025
No, don’t go. Put down those car keys.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
But with late-in-life cross-dressing.
Make it stop 🤣 pic.twitter.com/3gTboejRnf
— Binky (@TheOnlyGuru) November 11, 2025
No, don’t go. Put down those car keys.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

He looks as confused as I am.
It’s the way he points at the TV.
Why oh why did I tap play?
Barkeep, a double! And some peanuts.
Is the future not turning out quite as you expected?
But hey.
What happens if I play that video on my TV?
I want them fired just for the dancing.
I fear we’re meddling with forces we can’t possibly comprehend.
As several people note in the replies, they seem to be struggling with the concept of entry-level position. Though I’m more concerned by the appalling realisation that some people drink Starbucks coffee, which is somehow both insipid and disgusting.
I want them fired just for the dancing.
“My neck, my back . . . is whack?”
Keep dancing. You need the sunshine and cardio. Chances are you are suffering from bad posture, poor diet, and too many pounds.
Can you have book fatigue? Because I have book fatigue over this. Banned book? My ass. Not when idiots cosplay its protagonist and a Scientologist shill appeared in umpteen seasons of a TV series based on it, one that catered to violence porn.
Well, quite. It’s all a bit rich. But feigning victimhood while enjoying every boost by a wide range of likeminded institutions, often in ways one might call perverse, is very much in fashion.
Among wankers, I mean.
Looks like he forwent the heels for trainers.
Flying cars this ain’t.
I can, however, assure you of some Ephemera in your near future.
[ Clicks schedule. ]
So there’s that.
White people + college = doubleplus ungood musicality
There would be many more, except that the profession is actively hostile and excludes conservatives by formal and informal means, ranging from “You must demonstrate a commitment to ‘progressive’ politics to be accepted in our degree program” to incivility and ostracism.
In more ways than just that.
Ah yes, the crazy cat lady of CanLit. It’s worth noting that nobody would know about Margaret Atwood if not for Canada’s vicious cultural protectionism laws, where mediocre authors (and actors, and directors, and writers, and musicians, ad nauseam) are propped up and shoved down our throats via massive government subsidies and restrictions on foreign media.
I mean, I could probably get my unpublished novel series about an aging software engineer who heroically defends his workplace from terrorists of ambiguous ethnicity to the top of the sales and award charts with that kind of free publicity.
As an aside, I’ve seen a real-world prank in Canadian bookstores when the TV series debuted and the book in question was being heavily hyped. The large retail book chain here slaps stickers on the covers of books they’re trying to push that say “[CEO’s first name]’s Choice”. Someone copied the colour and design and slapped stickers on The Handmaid’s Tale that said “It’s about Iran”.
Heh.
Here’s a smartass idea that of course will never work but…I can dream too, can’t I…if a book has been “banned”, when you see it in a book store you should be able to just steal it. “Steal This Book”, book title.
Added: Anyone noticed how banned books are easier to find these days than entire book stores? Odd that.
Also, in the context of open thread…you know who you are…
… Starbucks coffee, which is somehow both insipid and disgusting.
You forgot over-priced.
That stuff is all hipster hype and not much else. If I am forced to go there with co-workers I order a large Earl Grey hot tea. It’s still 5 bucks for hot water and a fancy tea bag, but at least I can drink it, and get a little pickmeup.
I ordered some new baubles yesterday.
[ Looks at shoes, whistles aimlessly. ]
I must’ve drunk their feeble swill on half a dozen occasions, usually while killing time before seeing a film at the local cinema. Some years ago, the Other Half and I belatedly realised that neither of us actually likes their coffee, or their approximation of it. Haven’t ventured into one since.
I mean, even half-awake, first thing, I can tip some Sumatra Mandheling into a plastic plunger mug and come up with something much, much better. Something that actually tastes of, you know, coffee.
It’s hipster douche bag social signaling. From Seattle, of course.
The source of their water.
Remember, dear reader, always respect the media.
A bathroom-related discussion.
Yes, I figured as much. Explains the hot half-naked chicks as well. This one’s kind of a two-fer.
Exactly. As she says, it’s not just the tranny, it’s the “ally” who makes it that much more disturbing.
If you’re ever stuck with Starbucks, try the hot chocolate. Theirs is probably not the best hot chocolate you can find, but it’s vastly better than their coffee.
Happily, I don’t expect to be in that position. I.e., sitting in a place I don’t particularly like, drinking a drink I don’t particularly want, because the drink I did want, they seem unable to make.
I mean, it’s easier, for me, to just not go in the place.
“Gender” doesn’t exist.
Starbucks: they are aware that they burn the coffee beans, and are proud of it. In blind taste tests in the US, Dunkin Donuts, Folgers, and McDonald’s beat starbucks (can’t remember the ranking). I only get starbucks when forced to because I am in a meeting at some hotel.
end rant
Yes. I specifically recall Dunkin and McDonald’s ranking high. Presumably that makes sense, because Dunkin and McDonald’s customers just want tasty food served promptly and will go wherever they can reliably find it, while Starbucks customers care about that mermaid logo and the “ambiance”.
Corner Bakery also serves pretty good coffee, and until I retired they were my first choice for a carryout breakfast on mornings when I didn’t have time to eat before catching a train.
Perhaps that is how Pacific Northwest hipster douchebags prove to themselves and each other that they are “manly men”.
Subtitled:
One of many dubious concepts that took over academia.
True of all the “Studies” departments, where facts, logic, evidence, and honesty get in the way of the departments’ reasons for existing.
Banned book? My ass.
These people operate mass media Death Stars but believe themselves to be the Rebel Alliance. The show is called “60 Minutes” because that’s how long they can broadcast before having to move to evade the detector vans. Rumors abound of a samizdat website (samizdat dot com, amizdat.com, amazdon.com?) where dissidents can buy Atwood’s banned books, “banned” meaning that some people running a school somewhere thought they could choose whether or not to include a book by Atwood, or some other secular archbishop, in their own curriculum/reading list/school library.
The eggs, they twitch.
Bets on whether he gets Daniel Penny’d?
It was imprudent, in these degenerate times, for him to publicly say that he made sure to kill the attacker.
Nonetheless, we all know that if the attacker had survived he would have soon been back on the streets assaulting more people.
As if she had no agency and the blame is all on him.
I knew quite a few girls, most very pretty, who somehow fell into the trap of “fun” relationships, living with boyfriends for many years. A large fraction of them never married or had to “settle” later in life. Sad.
The BBC and the death of ‘lanyardism’ Via here. Via here.
I’d never encountered “lanyardism” before.
The British Brainwashing Corporation is reaping what it sowed.
Via here. Via here.
Simon Webb comments.
Women see moving in together as a “next step” toward marriage; men see it as a way to economize on rent and not have to keep a toothbrush elsewhere.
So when she tries to “take the relationship to the next level,” he doesn’t see why. Things are fine as they are. He figured she was good enough for live-in (with options open) but not for marriage, and he knew it pretty early in the relationship.
She had no idea how she rated, because she gave it all up by the third date.
Grandma was right. He really won’t buy the cow if he doesn’t have to.
Davy Crockett, having been born on a mountain top in Tennessee, was fully justified in killin’ him a b’ar at age three, on account of what them Tennessee b’ars get up to given half a chance.
Act I
Act II
Act III
They did their best, and that’s what counts!
Simple snark results in… something Thraupid.
And the attention of an overlord.
Surely there’s a better way to defend oneself.