Friday Ephemera (810)
Robo-bike. || Place your bets. || Come, see her box and the base of her tongue. || Suboptimal. || Modernity, baby. || On asymmetrical multiculturalism, a short thread. See also. || The machine uprising, day 12. || Getaway car. || A guide to chopstick gaffes. || She’s energising her genitals. || More joys of public transport. || Newcomerliness. || A lively altercation. || But not enormously versatile. || A Night in a Soho Jazz Club, 1959. || Onions on a burger. || Shadow of note. Some climbing required. || Quality control, I’m guessing. || Hey, it’s a collection, like bubble-gum cards or stamps. || The progressive retail experience, parts 711, 712, 713, 714 and 715. || Plenty, you hear. || Plot twist. || Ladies of effortless grace. || When you could use some extra legs. || Phone hell, it turns out, is a real place.
To enable extra commenting options – including @username mentions, comment editing, upvotes, custom avatars, and live notifications – scroll down to the black ‘Meta’ box at the very bottom of the page and click register. It’s free and quite painless.
For additional rumblings, follow me on X.
Oh, and by all means make use of the tip jar buttons.





Comment thread says it was an employee who murdered her manager after being sent home for misbehavior.
The HOA president arrives.
Are those what Brits call ‘chavs?’
Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
Something similar in Perth WA a few years ago.
One of the participants is an in-law
Also wheelbarrows, but I haven’t done the numbers or put anything up on the socials about those
I enjoyed this Canadian thing after a few beers.
If you like Les Claypool you might too
Should have also mentioned the comments beneath the Angine De Poitrine video are also entertaining.
Suboptimal!
“When you could use some extra legs.”
I’ve often wanted extra hands, I feel that would be more useful,
Funny how it only works one way.
Morning, all.
All the fun of the fair.
What happens in space dock.
Well, the concerns aired in the thread are widespread and not, I would say, trivial. Much follows from those feelings.
Yet it scarcely needs pointing out how such concerns would most likely be received on, say, the BBC or Channel 4. And likewise, how that response would very much differ from the endless indulgence of uppity newcomers, whose comfort is deemed far more important. And whose gratitude is not easily detected.
As I said here:
Or perhaps something worse.
I thought this was AI. (It’s not).
It seems to follow the pattern of “I’m trans and so can do whatever I want all of the time without any of the normal consequences.” And in which normal responses to any obnoxious or transgressive behaviour by a trans individual are instantly dismissed as some kind of bigotry and personal affront, rather than, say, a normal response to obnoxious or transgressive behaviour.
And then there’s the irony of a mentally ill woman pretending to be a man and then demanding a female officer. Which is what one might expect a woman to do.
‘Related’.
Some additional background here:
Whatever you want, all the time.
No laughing at the back.
Trying to remember where I left my shocked face.
No atheists in foxholes.
Plot twist
Did I hear a Section 8 bird towards the end of that video?
It’s like having green eyes.
There was a meth pipe.
I like the alternative ceremony: The monarch bangs on the door demanding admittance and is refused. He then begs permission and is welcomed.
Labour-saving innovation.
One of the words used, yes.
@BlokeInAShed: Long time no see. Welcome back. How are you?
Whereupon you should paint yourself blue and call yourself a goddess.
Pertinent comment.
Who does she think 911 is going to send?
25 second mark.
And nothing behind them.
Wasn’t that Troi’s job?
Heh. I do rather like the idea of Star Trek: The Next Generation with Troi as the cleaner. Which would, on reflection, have been a more useful position.
“Lift your feet.”
[ Loud hoovering noises. ]
On the stolen scissors lift, was alcohol invol, (Checks, sees it’s Ireland)
Nevermind.
I want this to be real.
The Progressive Concert Experience.
A utterly perfect advertisement.
From: Happy Opening Day!
Still picturing Troi applying spray polish to the consoles in the background, possibly while humming.
“I sense that you are disturbed by fingerprints on the console.”
Wipe your chin.
And the vacuum cleaner would have to be from the late Eighties – something bulky and cumbersome, with a forever-tangling power cable, and very, very loud.
“Must you do that now?” says the Captain, his patience tested, as he struggles to hear some vital transmission from Starfleet.
Wasn’t there a sixties sitcom about a housemaid?
Or do I merely have a confused memory of Carol Burnett sketches?
Hazel.
[ Removed – @Darleen got there first ]
The word “scholars” is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.
Old fart that I am, I actually remember the show. But not fondly. Heh.
Not very good as storytelling? Or grating depictions of people? Or…?
[ Hands flowers, champagne and an enormous chocolate trophy to Darleen. ]
[ Looks down nose at Aelf. ]
Gee, David, don’t put Aelf on a shelf.
That’s it. To my little girl sensibility, I thought Hazel was mean and bossy.