Friday Ephemera (803)
Tastes like chicken, I’m told. || “The ladders have since been replaced with stairs.” || He’s smouldering, I think. || Today’s word is daylight. || Setting the bar quite low, I fear. || Go with what works, I guess. || Let’s go to Pilates. || The progressive retail experience, parts 699 and 700. || “On YouTube, there are video demonstrations of how to make a portable bidet using a plastic soda bottle.” || Question asked. || A choir made up of people who’ve had their voice boxes removed. || Adventures in bicycling. || Scenes from Bolton. || Little foot soldiers. || Fowl smothered in oysters and other hearty fare, 1796. || “Of course I want there to be a replacement.” || “They’re not my ancestors, I don’t care.” || Headline of note. || And in military news. || Mostly rubber. || And finally, on leaving residue.
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Sally Struthers makes an appeal. Won’t you help?
It really should be legal to shoot them without warning.
Truth:
Just dropping in was ne’er so fraught.
It does make one think impunity is the goal.
Covering finger tips with a cast doesn’t work.
That poor dog.
“Give me the child till the age of seven and I will show you the man.” — Aristotle
Because who wouldn’t love a high-speed trebuchet network?
The progressive after-hours boat harbor experience
That unexploded munitions up the bum guy just raises so many questions. How? Why? What in the holy hell???!?
They must make a movie about it. It will be wild.
Intellectually I understand, emotionally I’m still disconcerted by watching driving on the wrong side of the road.
‘The Camp of the Saints’ was not a how-to guide.
I’m wondering if she’s still there, as she must surely be unable to get up unaided…
“Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door…”
Morning, all.
Indeed. Today’s other word, since you ask, is implications.
I should paste some of these comments into a scrapbook. For my dotage.
The fever broke.
While I approve of the belated course correction, I’m still trying to wrap my head around how she let the situation get that… um, big.
She wants you to be “accountable,” while mouthing needlessly unfamiliar words.
And in the world of Modern Audience television.
Karma’s a b*tch.
I wouldn’t eat in a place that needs bulletproof glass.
I think the casual crack-smoking might be an issue, too. Among others.
Phrasing.
Yes. If I were to again visit the UK, I would be do everything possible to avoid any need to drive myself.
Some people are insane, what else can one say?
And when you walk through “certain neighborhoods” in New York and San Francisco you will see things in shop windows that would horrify a psychologist or a physician.
Danger: UXBum
They will do it even if they are not tired and cold, for pure recreation.
A simple program of removing criminals from society would remove the need for such glass.
It does invite the question of what happens following the dementedly indiscriminate and large-scale importing of people like that guy, of which there are so many, and when a large percentage of a society’s inhabitants have no connection with, and no regard for, what came before. What built the society from which they take, but to which they contribute so little.
I have to hand it to the Jolly Heretic though, I’d not have gone within stabbing distance of that guy. The crazy eyes and weird arm movements scream unstable lunatic – at best.
Fatigue.
Let’s go to Pilates.
You know what? Good for her. I mean, she’s making an effort, more so than most.
Absolutely.
You know how they have a TV show, America’s Next Top Model? Hear me out on this . . . America’s Next Top CEO.
Some kinds of stupid really should be slapped out of people before they reach voting age and become a nuisance to the rest of us.
Amazing what the outcome of a lawsuit can do.
Follow up to my post above:
The American Medical Association said in its own announcement that it continued to support treatment for minors seeking gender-related care. But given the sparse research on the risks and benefits of surgical procedures, it concurred with the plastic surgeons.
“In the absence of clear evidence, the A.M.A. agrees with A.S.P.S. that surgical interventions in minors should be generally deferred to adulthood,” the statement said.
It has only become clear now that the evidence is lacking. I suppose beforehand they could just feel it in their bones that it was right and proper to do.
That.
They should be ashamed and embarrassed about this but they’re not.
It does bring new meaning to the term “explosive diarrhea”.
To get internet clout, maybe, but neither Pilates nor random jiggling on the floor will do anything to reduce enhanced gravitational status and serious people don’t make “look at me” videos.
“You will live to see man made horrors beyond your comprehension“.
“The most British thing I’ve seen this week.”
[ Fetches binoculars, thermos flask. Monitors street. ]
It’s amazing how quickly your principles can dry up and blow away when you’re staring potential penury in the face. Or in the words of Groucho, “These are my principles, and if you don’t like them… well, I’ve got others.”
How could they write that statement and then remain in the medical profession? Honestly. I’ve always had a suspicion that everyone working in healthcare is just slightly sociopathic and this does nothing to disabuse me of that train of though.
Tacos.
‘Where they lived good, beautiful lives.’
The vapid, complacent, ignorance of our ‘betters’ is a constant source of wonderment.
Most of the insanity we see from the Left would be solved if the authorities just enforced the law and punished those who break it.