Friday Ephemera (802)
The machine uprising, day 11. || How to catch a human. || Fully automated to save time and effort. || “I love me,” says she. || When you have a CT scanner and a whole bunch of animals. || I think there may be something under the house. || Incoming. || Suboptimal scenario. || Big thing bring green. || Moral support, I’m guessing. || It takes a lot of spray. || I believe some physics occurred. || Rise of the Vegetarians, 1972. || New Orleans jollity, 1962. || The Chinese earthquake-detecting seismoscope. || On the making of Jaws. Oddly, the trained shark idea didn’t pan out. || Determined to make things worse, a possible series. || The progressive retail experience, parts 695, 696, 697, and 698. || Question asked. || But could be thinner. || And finally, for those who missed it in the comments.
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[ Tries to think of some other intimidating creatures seen in the garden. ]
The neighbour’s cat. And robins. Oh, and tits.
Deadly, deadly tits.
…but enough of the drunk lady video…
Band name. Obviously.
Today in AmeriKKKa a wise precaution lest ICE try to grab you off the street.
I was going to ask whether anyone had seen the 3 Body Problem series and whether it was any good. I then remembered that we cancelled our Netflix subscription months ago because there never seemed to be anything of interest on it.
Farcical.
Disproportionate.
Pelicans: in Florida there are wetland areas with long low bridges you can (not supposed to) fish off of. I drove over one and there was a pelican sitting on the rail, then a fisherman, a pelican, a fisherman….all the way along. hahahah
Is ‘solution’ quite the word?
Umm, you do know they hibernate at this time of the year?
Oh, wait, the other sort.
[ Fetches binoculars, checks trees for bear nests. ]
Cows have regional accents.
Misplaced priorities?
Time for her parents to have “the talk” with her.
Meet Melinda.
Ah, the caring professions.
On what we’re made of.
Because I wanted to, that’s why.
He’s doing it wrong. Just sayin’.
Apple 1984 updated.
Hate those damned things. There’s one on the pier in St. Augustine they call George, though I suspect that’s just a generic name for whichever one is hanging around. Sometimes people, fishermen, feed him. Those of us who aren’t pleased with that, partly because he will sidle right up next to you while you’re fishing and kinda beg, are expected to pretend he’s wonderful. Not all of us like pretending. I mean, yes it’s cute the first dozen or so times he does it but he wouldn’t do that if people didn’t feed him.
Scottish independence accounts go dark after Iran internet blackout. Also anti-US and anti-Israel accounts.
I wonder what they use to sedate the animals, and if they ever misjudge the dose, leading to a high that’s better than catnip.
Trees have killed more people than the Kennedys and Clintons combined. It’s a fact. You can look it up.
He just wants to go grocery shopping, you bigot.
Those must be the neighbours’ children in the back seat.
Misplaced priorities?
Oh they’re placed exactly where these types and their WEF masters want them. The priority isn’t with the trees, or “nature”, and definitely not with the taxpayer herd.
It was here or at Insty where I read something to the effect that the environmental policies in California are such that massive fires destroy the all species and habitats these policies are bending over backwards to ostensibly protect. Same with NES in the story. The ice has done way more damage to their precious canopy and, in the case of the downed trees, killed them entirely, than a judicious pruning last summer/fall would have done. Ignorant, over-protective, tree-huggy practices in general under swampy EPA and other rogue agencies have left US forests in bad shape – overcrowding leads to weakness and susceptibility to disease, fire, drought.
Checks under house…
My dog refused to go down our front hill two nights ago. Yesterday morning I found a mountain lion paw print mixed in with some deer hoof prints. In bureaucracy-speak, I live in a WUI: wildland-urban interface.
Clearly the bilingual ones.
Badgers…
On the rim of Yellowstone canyon, some years back, one kid said, Look daddy, that animal is smiling at us!
It was a badger, about 50 feet away. And no, it was not “smiling”. We left the area.
I think I’ve mentioned before an abandoned, heavily overgrown cemetery about a mile or so from here, in which there are, or were, deer living quite happily, next to a busy road. Given the part of town it is, and the proximity of the cemetery to the road, it’s faintly surreal to think of there being deer wandering about and nibbling at things.
I can still see the BBC.
Addendum.
Forests…
A couple years ago I was in Sequoia National Park in the central Sierra. I’ve been going there for fifty years. I was ASTOUNDED at the density of trees and the density of DEAD trees. Fire prevention has led to a potentially catastrophic fuel situation. It looked like the park service was belatedly getting around to some thinning, but I fully expect a disaster there, soon.
Well, la-dee-dah, check out Mr-I-Have-At-Least-Two-Hills slumming with we who have only one (or worse, none). Excuuuuse Me!
[ Looks out of window at hill. Rings tiny silver bell, awaits servant. ]
Be careful what you ask for . . .
I live in a different sort of wildland-urban interface, and become very watchful when I see hoodrat spoor.
Case in point: the episode of the 2020’s reboot of All Creatures Great and Small which aired the other night included an appearance of a black woman and her ailing dog. If I remember Simon Webb’s comments accurately, there simply were no black people in the Yorkshire Dales back in the 30’s and 40’s.
I’m just going to leave this here:
For instance.
It’s only a matter of time before ACGAS presents us with a black trans paraplegic stripper and small animal vet.
Is John Cleese on the verge of an epiphany?
The Progressive Public Transit Experience, German edition:
Farther down in the comments, there is also this:
It is past time for ultra-violent “street justice”…followed by the deportation of offenders’ family and friends and–oh Hell, just deport them all.
Also this:
That’s the now of race-fixated left-leaning journalists who live in London, of course. Not, say, of people who live in Chesterfield or Plymouth.
I’ve had to point out to more than one AWFUL that no, it isn’t racist to object to ahistorical casting. Either it was physically impossible for someone of the ahistorical skin tone to be present, in which case you have shattered suspension of disbelief as effectively as Beowulf drawing a Glock and putting two in Grendel gangster-style; or else it was possible-yet-extremely-unlikely, which means that’s not a Chekhov’s Gun, it’s an entire battery of Russian artillery that’s distracting mightily from whatever story you’re attempting to tell.
Throughout much of the first season of Netflix’s The Frankenstein Chronicles I was terribly sidetracked wondering when the hell they were going to explain how a freed African slave ended up as a Bow Street Runner. It’s not impossible, and would have been an interesting story – just not the story the show was about.
Miracle breakthrough in the world of denim.
Bro is a whole club himself
Thoughtcrime and the new order.
That, as they say. It’s the sense that the ostensible story, the thing putting bums on seats, is being casually overridden, or overwritten, with a conspicuous incongruity. One that we’re not supposed to acknowledge as incongruous, except in approving or deferential terms.