Friday Ephemera (806)
Winter scenes. || Smooth walking. || At last, self-sorting chairs. || Laughed, not sorry. || Nail job. || The Bank of England gold vaults. || But she still had to film herself, obviously. || Bigger than yours. || Are you edible? || 32 times a day. || 21 minutes of morons being tased. || Blessed are the tea ladies, 1987. || I did not know these were a thing. || A gentleman caller. || He has gender-affirming migraine auras. || Motoring decision of note. || Hardcore menopause. || Low-commitment pets. || Improper sitting. || The progressive retail experience, parts 704, 705, 706 and 707. || When you think you’re the good guy. || Move that rear end, she says. || Firefighter. || I was previously unaware of intimate fitness classes. || Today’s words are fossilised anus. || And finally, made for sharing.
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Do they also bring coffee?
How David and Jerry Zucker saved me from a doomed relationship
All about Iceland
If there’s no migraine it’s not a migraine aura.
Given the effect of heat on electronics that doesn’t look likely to replace firemen any time soon.
Unless it is a visual migraine or retinal migraine, the difference being the former is central and the latter, oddly enough, retinal. Either often have no associated headache.
Firefighter.
Up the water pressure and it can double as riot crowd control too.
Band name.
Morning, all.
Not entirely unrelated.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Brush your crow.
Harry Potter as Wolverine? ⊙_ʘ
Mr Radcliffe playing… well, pretty much anything… seems a bit of a non-starter.
I remember watching the black comedy-drama A Young Doctor’s Notebook and not seeing the character that Mr Radcliffe was supposedly playing, just Daniel Radcliffe being self-conscious and unconvincing.
Best reply:
“Around these parts we call a woman who films herself crying because she wants to cheat on her faithfully monogamous boyfriend an attention-seeking whore.”
Well, you have to wonder what it must be like to want what she wants, to announce this ambition publicly as if it were statusful, to not meet with approval from the person you’re hoping to screw over, and to then make, and share, a recording of yourself pretending to be the victim, with the ostentatious tears interrupted by glances to camera.
I mean, it’s remarkable just how catastrophically broken some people are.
Birthday girl.
I did not see that coming.
My impressions of the UK are just like that – based on a visit in my school years, mid-eighties.
I wonder how much of that country is still extant?
I shouldn’t think tea ladies are a common sight.
Blessed are the tea ladies, 1987
Back in the late 70s, I worked PT at Bowery Savings Bank while attending New York University. One of the perks at my branch – which was a very busy one being in Penn Station – was a free lunch cafeteria that served a daily entree and sandwiches, plus a dessert and beverages. I remember the cook, a personable fellow named Rutledge. A lot of us PT college students worked in the afternoons when it was busiest and we’d be able to come in and give Rutledge our sandwich order, so that later at around 4-ish, long after the cafeteria was closed, there would be a row of sandwiches with our names on them to enjoy on break. For college students, such a freebie was greatly appreciated.
Now, we have seen this in excess with the Google and the former Twitter campus perks, and frankly their problem was even using the term “campus” since I think it kept young employees in a protracted adolescent state of mind. But why not bring back the coffee cart? Why not have a person hired both for coffee making skills and friendliness come around at 3pm and offer a pick-me-up?
A gentleman caller.
The problem is that too few of such men are familiar with the sound of a shotgun being racked.
The progressive retail experience, parts 704
Really?
Hold my calls.
Last night, right after seeing a clip of Robert DiNero recently being interviewed and him doing his crying-like-a-girl bit, I was flipping through some Amazon Prime movie promos and there was a spy movie he was in that I don’t recall having seen. One scene was him doing his standard tough guy act and it was so awkward to watch. Of course it’s acting and it’s fake but it seemed so incredibly…fake.
I think Stern Tea Lady Face should be a thing.
Just sayin’.
Should be the band’s name when they’re all over 70.
Prior to that they should keep their original name, Def Anus, Jefferson Anus, or The Grateful Anus.
A good question: Compare the cost of employing such a person with the cost of higher-paid employees stepping out for coffee and a snack from the shop on the corner.
When I ask for coffee yet again.
“We invented everything”
It’s time to replace “go away!” with the Mozambique Drill.
On that note, we get a lecture on why “art” needs to be
crappystand against authoritarianism in these days of troubled times in which we live in.[ Slides bowl of chicken toenails to pst314. ]
I was reminded of this, from deep in the mists of time.
Prior to that they should keep their original name, Def Anus, Jefferson Anus, or The Grateful Anus.
Pink Anus perhaps?
You’re too kind. I don’t deserve them.
[ Slides them to Muldoon. ]
Leftists have always demanded that art be propaganda.
Queers for Palestine?
Liberals were telling me for decades that this is not happening.
Will they wake up?
Fröhlichen Ramadan wünscht McDonald’s!
“semi-erotic lumberjack fan fiction”
Self sorting chairs: hotel we stayed at could have used that for when they failed to set up the room for our meeting.
Nails: forget the nails, she needs a doctor for her fingers.
One for the department of irony…
Feel her pain. Then do as she says.
Coffee has become a form of performance art – one person wouldn’t be sufficient & you’d need a Rimski/Handkerchief style coffee bar on wheels to make the rounds.
Curious. I heard a case made for further defunding of ‘art’.
Didn’t Roger Waters win the rights to that?
And artists have always been eager & willing to present their nethers.
I’ll just share a link for no particular reason whatsoever.
Not sure of the truth or significance of this.