Friday Ephemera (805)
Chicken detected. || Heirloom discussed. || Today’s word is dexterity. || Switches and reels, 1979. || Bang to rights. || Because we’re doing axes now. || Little Miss Biohazard. || Bumping and grinding. || She gets that they’re confused. || She’s not even kidding, you hear. || Chillin’ at the gym. || Alan. || And they jiggle. || Tongue action, 1982. || The cave houses of Kandovan. || Clowns with pronouns discuss “queer animals.” (h/t, Laurie) || The progressive retail experience, parts 701, 702 and 703. || Not entirely unrelated. || He had to explain. || They’re roses. || Knight Rider. || Tricky situation. || Question asked. || Hot and strong, the way you like it. || Her magic shoe didn’t work, it seems. || Dream Cars of the 1950s, parts 1, 2, 3 and 4. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || And do feel free to suggest a fitting response.
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Now looking at the new Wi-Fi-enabled washing machine, itching to try it out, and am gutted to discover that the only items in the laundry hamper are a pair of socks and a small towel.
Star Trek, Star Wars, Dune, Ringworld, Foundation and Robots, etc.
To be fair, I have heard of authors writing endless sequels, in spite of being tired of them, because their publishers demanded it. “Sure, we’ll publish X, but you’ve got to agree to do another sequel to Y.”
grnf, grnf.
A musical interlude courtesy of Mr. Webb.
Queer activist defends porn sites as “children’s education”
“I Am Legend.”
Todd Is Legend.
Little Miss Biohazard sez “some might call me crazy I call me a woman”
So last century, toots. Don’t you know men can do that now? Nothing special about that anymore – now you’re just being gross. Do better, dear.
Or they could just get real jobs. Or quit once they have enough money and write wtf they feel like for wherever their creative energies take them. Which used to be the minimum expectation of a true artist. If you’re only in it for the money, well…it was your soul to sell.
Guess the accent.
[ Waits for laundry to accumulate. ]