Friday Ephemera (798)
“Is that a pile of bird shit?” and other pressing questions. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Yes, but can you do it with bees attacking you? || The bollards of Islington, 1976. || How to clean your marmot. || Two half-hours of Hancock, 1961. || Oddly, I’m not getting a sense of goodwill. || Cloudflare error page generator. E.g., “Host on fire.” || Curious snow formations. || Shoe-related emotional rollercoaster. || Today’s word is ladylike. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || Attention, all amorous ladies, he goes full speed. || I see the parenting is going well. || The progressive retail experience, parts 687, 688, 689, 690, 691, 692, 693 and 694. || Predating the pyramids by 8,000 years. || Touchscreen safety measure. || Tilt-shift farming. || And finally, I’ve been assured this is exactly like the real thing.
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It’s easy to forget that behind his comedy he was a very fine musician.
I miss the England that would have sentenced him to death.
Joyce Carol Oates, meet Joyce Carol Oates.
THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY BUT WHAT WAS THE PUNCH LINE? I DIDN’T GET ONE LAUGH OUT OF THAT!
A high tolerance of incoherence – loudly mouthing positions that are dissonant with last week’s loudly mouthed positions – would seem to be a signature of the type.
Again, high in neuroticism, low in conscientiousness.
From the replies.
One can only hope a) this is a parody, or b) the meteor is on ts way.
Meanwhile, this one wonders what SNAP is for.
We live in dysgenic times.
No surprise, given her multiple degrees in lit-ra-choor.
Some of the comments are utterly insane.
A violent repeat offender known to police randomly slashed a 75-year-old woman in the face in Seattle, leaving her permanently blind.
Those who allow such animals to walk free are enemies of humanity.
What, no dance?
Just a reminder: in a pinch, toy batteries a tin or two of mandarin oranges can, when combined with a sock, ensure an harmonious gathering.
2 Women and a Service Dog Killed in Pennsylvania Machete Attack
“I was high on drugs” should not be a mitigating factor. Quite the opposite.
Strip them all of citizenship and ship them to Pakistan.
The message on that sweater is the
icingbird crap on the cake.Along with my free house, I want a pony. I want it now! Veruca Salt is running for Senate.
Just going to leave this here.
Because I can, that’s why.
What, no dance?
“Australia was built on diversity” – yeah. Mainly built by robbers, muggers, forgers, pick-pockets, hookers, embezzlers, rustlers, political prisoners, and Tommy Atkins, but that is diversity, I guess.
Meanwhile, self-driving cares are our future.
Covidians, not a cult, not at all, nosireebob.
Probably not a good idea to put your thumb on the baby’s trachea during birth.
I don’t know who any of these people are, but one look at their poses and I think I can guess. I take it that this is an average Australian TV panel show or award show, including ceremonial didgeridooist, but reinforced with bogan-herders – I’m not an ordinary bloke but I play one on TV; if you disapprove of your suburb turning into a high-rise Chinese colony, then you’re the woke snowflake; did you know that my Aussiest mate, the most matey Aussie I know, is this Brahmin here; you know my from the footy, so obviously you’ll take my word that mass migration from incompatible cultures is nothing to worry about. If you import ancient and foreign conflicts, or if you import people who tell you in advance that they hate you and have plans for your erasure, and the obvious consequences ensue, then you have to double down on the immigration and on punishing the whites who didn’t want the immigration and told you it was a bad idea.
And Methodists. Don’t forget the Methodists, Sir.
As has been pointed out, putting all one’s eggs in a single energy basket is, shall we say, less than prudent.
* Let’s start calling them Muldoons instead of typos. I want that custom firmly established before my own typing gets any worse.
The frequency of electric power failures in the SF bay area has gone from extremely rare when I was in school, to frequent, like every month, and once or twice a year clusters of 3-5 in a week.
And that’s before you get to the planned outages when the weather is hot and windy, or cold and stormy.
So yeah, it totally made sense for San Jose to ban new gas hookups for new houses and apartments.
Just wait ’til we switch everything over to
renewablesintermittents.Lord of the Missing Link is burden enough for any man.
And he gets to wear the snazzy tights.
Thousands cheer as the sun rises on winter solstice at Stonehenge
Were you able to make it this year David?
Cluelessness? Or disingenuousness?
Of course, I’m always suspicious when non-STEM people invoke string theory.
Washing my hair, alas.
Another Druid ritual to celebrate the Solstice?
As a once-upon-a-time Methodist, I can say I think you’ve found the problem.
Speaking of which, what ever happened to Kate?
You should seriously reckon with the fact that your inability to understand fundamental moral intuitions felt by 99% of humabity disqualifies you from making recommendations for how those people organize their societies.
“A vast disappointment” for people who deserve no tolerance.
Despite the efforts of assorted utopians to make it so, capitalism is no more an ideology than science.
Question asked
The Waymos were stymied.
The other ones weren’t.
Good for Tesla. But my point remains valid: A variety of independent energy sources is a good thing.
Venomous Kate, or something like that?
I see, my choices are being stuck, or being burned to a crisp in a car I can’t get out of as it inevitably self immolates when it is in a collision after it blows merrily through every intersection because the traffic lights are out.
The obvious choice is an early ’70s 3/4 ton pickup with a 454 and granny gear to push the sparky crap out of the way.
Pinged. Merry Christmas. 74, if a tad windy.