Friday Ephemera (804)
Coming through. || Rocking and bobbing. || Revealed at last, why women take so long in the bathroom. || Lube. || Concerning lung balsam. || Defend yourself with jazz chords. || On Medieval cats. || Moving house, 1965. || I’m tempting you with art. || I’m sure you’re feeling at ease now. || A series of events. || “What’s up whit-choo?” she asks. || Not for chewing, amazingly. || You want one and you know it. || He’s helping the world, you see, with induced meat allergies. || Question asked, taser deployed. || The application of quite nippy pressurised gas. || The secret history of British radar. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || He built a machine that makes rock spheres. || Can you make a jetpack out of rifles? || Hydraulic and hefty. || Fear not, I’ve ordered you a pair. || And finally, on the finding out part.
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Tempting me to arrange an intervention.
Thank God I am not under social pressure to praise that shit just because it’s being perpetrated by a coworker or acquaintance.
A taser might be an effective deterrent to interpretive dance.
Why do you never order me this pair?
No, you’re not.
Lemony Snicket unavailable for comment.
Heh. But I’ll comment: the bikers were reckless fools.
Should someone help the world by giving him an allergy to all proteins and carbohydrates?
Inside an external HDD
I was thinking O2.
You can say anything you want as long as you don’t say anything at all.
SWALK
The secret history of British radar.
The very British hack of using 50Hz AC to time the radar pulses, and the logical Germans ignoring it as grid interference, accidentally demonstrating the Chestertonian principle that the best place to hide a leaf is in a tree, or the best place to hide the electromagnetic footprint of your war-winning secret technology is in the national tea kettle network.
Also the impression that Great Britain actually had a distinct and interesting national culture before the arrival of the Windrush, and that groups composed entirely of white people, with not even a single gangster rapper, might actually be capable of creativity and innovation. The Netflix mini series will obviously need more historical and workforce inclusivity.
That takes place in Chile, and apparently this kind of piracy is somewhat common. I’m glad they hit the gas. I hope I would have the courage to do the same.
American Girl dolls had been modeled on actual girls from history, with considerable research going into her clothing and accompanying story.
But they just got updated for their 40th anniversary — tarted up and given vapid porn-girl stares.
(If you’re interested in blowing up X, just have the audacity to notice.)
These are also mega-expensive dolls, the kind your parents make you save up for your own damn self (which is what my niece did). Starting at $115 in 2026.
It’s a Decepticon!
It’s a Decepticon.
Morning, all.
I bring overseas cinema news.
“Morning, Doreen. How are you feeling today?”
Depends how far away you are, can juuuuust see a couple in the middle of this picture.
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Bubbles.
Standing up with hands in pockets.
In other news, following an exchange with a Doctor Who enthusiast, I’ve been trying to think of familiar objects that a TARDIS might materialise as. Presumably, whatever it appears to be on the outside would have to be big enough to feature a door of some kind and be unlikely to attract attention. Thing is, if not a police box – which would attract attention, ironically, being rare and antiquated – I haven’t managed much of a list.
A wardrobe? An upright fridge-freezer? A Portaloo?
Question asked.
Answers on a postcard, please.
Power flush.
Is that now the official unit of international toilet calibration?
Not in America.
THE EYES.
I mean, it’s bad enough he tries to dominate Christmas, amirite?
And to all of you from me for tomorrow.
Later that same day, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, won’t you be my neighbor?”
Meanwhile, spontaneous, organic, and unscripted.
A creepy man wildly overstepping normal boundaries, you say?
More and more I find less and less to justify my subscription to The Spectator.
Just democracy inaction, right? Precious, precious democracy. What would we do without it?
The article. Via Twitter.
Don’t recall seeing them in the UK, but one of these?
I blame Britain’s public schools.
Would work too quickly.
Why they don’t just ban reality is beyond me.
Fair enough.
Sounds like an excuse for me to dig out this:
And so forth.
https://www.foodandwine.com/great-matzo-ball-debate-11713029
A glimmer of rationality.
From the article:
Wokeness, for want of a better word, really does corrode quality, not least quality of thinking. The level of entrenched tediousness, of narrowness, of not seeing the thing, is often quite extraordinary.
This came to mind:
The reviewer’s indignation was striking. Ditto the amount of time spent on this wearying, irrelevant detail. You had to wonder on whose behalf he was being so pretentiously indignant.
Moo Thai?
Tim Newman.
Style, darlings.
Paying for the bullets used to shoot you.
LOL. I’ve never wanted to flush a matzoh ball, but I do find them heavier than optimal. But then, Jewish food in America tends to be very heavy, because most American Jews are descended from Eastern European immigrants.
From the link:
It’s the chicken broth that gives it curative powers. The matzoh ball is merely carbs.
Those two words make no sense together.
[ Opens fridge, ponders options. ]