Friday Ephemera (800)
For a second, I thought it was chicken. || Intriguing meat. || Less difficult than it seemed. || For whumping. || It weighs 60 tonnes and arrived 80,000 years ago. || They do this better than you would. || On heels at the beach. || “A less crazy candidate,” says she. || The 100 most spoken languages. || Mother of six. Also drunk. Also a moron. || Two cats, two theremins. || The wrong concerto. || How to aggravate wasps. || On who should be in charge. || She knows she’s pretty, you see. || A three-year project to see music. || Pounder. || Point well made. || Today’s word is parenting. || Five hundred years of the vulgar tongue. Previously. || And yet what I noticed was the finger pinch. || He, unlike you, has an autonomous flying umbrella. || Frozen dinner. || And finally, a notable display of vocal range.
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How to start an F-16 (sea shanty version).
For all your bok choy smashing needs.
Remember this title sequence?
Eject the warp core!
They remember faces.
One day, there will be a tiny voice saying ‘My name is Inigo Montoya . . .’
The progressive trucking experience
Bet she knows lots of things.
Whether any of them are real is another question.
Peel back a corner of the foil . . .
So . . . which of these titbits qualifies as uplifting? The mother of six?
The hackers will have fun with that.
I got Grose’s ‘The Vulgar Tongue’ yonks ago at a mass Newcastle book sale and have never ever regretted it. A wonderful book, and I still have recourse to it in looking up the most abstruse terms. One phrase I shall always remember is the excellent 18th c joke ‘Roaratorios and Uproars’ about the then popular art form, Italian opera/oratorio. Even though one suspects the book has a touch of ‘Roger’s Profanisaurus’ about it – terms made up by Grose for comic effect – Grose was no slouch. Robert Burns knew Grose and wrote an admiring ode to him.
Probably tastes like it.
And the septum ring. Always the septum ring.
WANT, obviously. But not as much as an autonomous luggage, a la Terry Pratchett.
Hownice to hears it’s for a good cause for once, and not another ‘furry’ offshoot….
Hold my calls.
Morning, all.
The lady having to perform the wrong concerto, for which she hasn’t prepared, on the fly, in front of 2,000 people, and doing it rather well.
You heartless savage.
“You can do it,” whispered the conductor.
He was sweating. 😂
For those who missed it, lifted from the previous thread:
What struck me was the unrelenting nature of her self-righteousness, the endless dishonesty, even after the judgement and with everything on video. Because the correct response to her own behaviour – shame – was apparently unthinkable.
Because she’s an academic, a college professor, don’t you know.
It does rather suggest a fiendish game show. Like The Krypton Factor, but with baked goods and cumbersome tongs.
“You need two baguettes and a rye boule to win. Forty-five seconds left on the clock. Starting… now.”
What is *wrong* with people?
“go like a wanker’s elbow (v.)
to be extremely busy.”
Pit bull story of note
Safety first.
Newcomerliness.
Except Hebrew, of course.
Should be somewhere around Hungarian with roughly 12 million native speakers and more non-native.
I would not have the patience to deal with this shit.
The word of the day is insufferable. And I suspect her husband is no different.
For anyone who follows the case involving the murder of Florida law professor Daniel Markman, tell me this woman could be Donna Adelson’s sister from another mister.
Obviously developed in a country without tort law.
She took a plea deal, which is admitting guilt, but tried arguing later with the police that she didn’t do it?!
When that happens the plea deal should be nullified and they should be dragged back into court.
She confesses to feeling “humiliated” and declares herself an a-hole… while drunk.
Having repeatedly misused an emergency number – because she was too pissed to open a door – and despite having been indulged by the local police, who quickly realise how unfit to drive she is – she then sets about being imperious and quarrelsome and wasting everyone’s time – talking forever about her urgent need to pee, then not bothering to go for one – and then does everything she can to make the situation worse.
Because, I’m guessing, of her imagined status in some social pecking order.
As a snapshot of a mindset, an attitude, one doubtless shared by many of her peers, it’s quite something.
ASPCA is never around when you need them.
Further to this, which is still making me chuckle, this.
Not sorry.
Also,
Not unfair.
1000 pounds of flying flaming Chinesium, what could possibly go wrong?
You could take down a bus queue of old dears with just one of those babies.
This should remind us all that academics embrace totalitarian systems which promise to give them unlimited access to power, status, and wealth. Power without accountability. Narcissism and psychopathy.
[ Begins dreaming up exotic new anti-carjacking devices. ]
But must honor those who came before.
Anthropologists reflexively see everything as a ritual.
Remember Motel of the Mysteries?
“also a moron”: I’ve been reading NotAlwaysRight under Legal, and it is stunning how often a story involves a perp who does something minor, the cops come, and they assault the cops or the victim in front of the cops, thereby turning it into a felony. Morons indeed. But also cracra
FAFO in 2009. Killing 2 out of 4 robbers is pretty good.
Libtards and/or hoodrats made the obligatory appearance:
And these are the morons whom liberals say suffer “injustice” by losing their voting rights.
Flattery yet!
Some credit for creativity.
Fort Sumter, 2026
In related news . . .
Comedic interlude
An argument against H-1B visas.
Via dicentra: Jordan Peterson draws on Carl Jung to unpack a chilling prerequisite for any totalitarian system: universal willingness to lie—about everything, all the time.
That’s a may be, but the article notes that this is the third time she’s done it, so maybe it’s a her problem?
Are You Dead Yet?