Friday Ephemera (813)
At last, toilet lasers. || The alphabetical clock. || Today’s words are bear suit insurance fraud. || In Chinese car-making news. It’s voice-controlled and comes with a fan. || Amenities on high. || Chopped ham and eggs. || A map of cheese. Semi-hard buffalo cheese, Mongolian horse cheese, it’s all in there. || Four minutes of near misses. || The thing you’re thinking with. || Why the dryer wouldn’t work. || A Rear Window timelapse. || A racist tool. || “Tyres for moon traversal were still a novel idea in 1971.” || Not entirely perfect. || On crime prevention. || Vortex. || Suburban bear relocation. || Assorted birdsong. || The French and their stilt dancing. || Fat old guy in pants twerks for the kiddies. || Via Elephants Gerald, tracking fencing tips. || And finally, they had insufficient fuel.
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Oh, and lest we forget, this is blog preservation fundraising week.
Perhaps.
Regardless, “…absurd, extreme” is an odd way to say “all too common lately”, but maybe English is his second or third language.
Re: the 14 year old who stomped on the head of a girl who wouldn’t date him:
Band name.
I suppose this constitutes pothole activism.
Thunderstorms involved?
No escaping.
Ladies Auxiliary?
That’s a problem with all of Martin’s fiction I’ve read. It becomes obvious in A Dance With Dragons his focus was fading, adding in various characters and scenarios in a haphazard manner.
The television series – something he’d been after for ages – may have put a conclusion to the series out of reach.
Might want to check that syllabus again.
Feeling a lot better about never having banged Farrah Fawcett this morning.
Fencing visualization…
That’s FANTASTIC!
Decades ago I was acquainted with a young lady who was an Olympic alternate in foil. But I could never see what was happening in competitions.
Meanwhile, cultural appropriation from The Great White North…
Does this mean we’re going to have to invade Canada?
Yes, there’s more going on than is easily seen.
As it’s been a warm, summer-like day, we went for a drive into the Peak District. Spotted an ice cream van and decided why, yes, I do deserve one. In the queue, a small boy, a toddler, was brandishing a small stick with great pride. He showed me the stick, clearly expecting nothing less than a gasp. I looked suitably impressed. He then moved on to show his stick to each person in the queue, one by one.
His mother and I exchanged an amused look.
When dogs have a stick, I’m pretty sure it makes them King Of The Dogs, and the bigger the stick, the more kingly they become. They seem to know this. Whether something similar applies to very small boys, I couldn’t say.
Meh. They put a chick in it. Don’t know about the gay part. The rest of the band seems to be waiting on her to get there…which…well…
Dogs that would make Teddy Roosevelt proud.
The stick-ball-peeing combo was particularly impressive.
What “diversity” costs the Danes.
See also pretty much anything by Jonatan Pallesen.
More your speed, I suspect.
An-a one, an-a two…
OK boomer. Don’t be dissing a talented band leader because he’s from the Greatest Generation. The generation that should make your cajones shrivel. But if you’re gonna put a chick in it…well, here you go…boomer...
The Rome Prosecutor’s Office wants to put us in prison for this tweet.
The Rome Prosecutor’s Office is a ass – a idiot.
The Rome Prosecutor’s Office should get it in the ass from Abdul…and Achmed…and Muhammad…and the other Muhammad…and the other Muhammad…
Or, if they’re not available, from a length of rebar.
This is funny as hell, even though we don’t know the context.
uh, what?
Our Betters.
Ringtones as motifs in classical music.
You may fascinate a woman…
…with a piece of cheese.
For those who missed the reference.
Hey, you don’t get this level of service at any old blog, you know.
Is that “David might or might not fascinate a woman” or “David is permitted to fascinate a woman”?
[ Climbs over pile of sobbing, broken-hearted women, wipes bar. ]
Inevitable.
Via: MIT Professor Gilbert Strang and Linear Algebra:
I suspect that those who start with theory tend to be people whose sole interest is training future theoreticians and academic researchers, even though the vast majority who need to master the material do not fit that mold.I have encountered that general attitude in various fields, and have had difficulty arguing them out of their…obsession.
What the hell? (Via)
Limburger baby! With a slice of onion. And a strong beer.
Because they’re the smart ones. The experts. Your disagreeing with them could invalidate their life. People become experts at things one of two ways. Well, not always distinct ways, sometimes blended. Either they see how many different things work and see a general systemic pattern that can apply to other systems, or the autistic*-kind where all their energy gets poured into one or two similar things and they know practically nothing, nothing comprehensive anyway, about other stuff. They rely on experts in those fields to understand and explain those subjects. The systemic types are more the thinkers. The autistic-kind are more prone to memorizing stuff. And thus more prone to be resistant to your disagreement on the specific subject matter because they have so much more of their existence invested in it.
*The autism thing is itself a bit over stated/used but still in the general ballpark of autism.
Math professors are mostly interested only in training future math professors.
Ditto professors of physics, biology, IT, literature, etc, etc. That’s what interests them, as born out by the widespread lack of interest in teaching undergrad courses and especially in teaching undergrads not majoring in those fields.
Me: “Why is that course a prerequisite for all degree candidates?”
Prof: “Our grad students need it to be able to do advanced work.”
Me: “I have no intention of doing research. I will never have a career in academia. I merely want to be able to work at a higher level in the industry.”
Prof: “Um….”
And given last night’s events, something else to keep in mind. Every day.
The beehive is always tasteful, but when the band leader is a chick, like Sue Foley above, or Susan Tedeschi (who, unlike Mlle. Beehive, actually has a voice), that is not, “putting a chick in it”, but I get that talented women frighten and confuse you, ne kulturny durak.
Meanwhile, according to SAS Scandanavians never did anything, except maybe their Viking ancestors (you know where that one is going).
A major case of not reading the room. Presumably misjudged, yet it feels like enemy action.
I have heard that it’s not uncommon for progressive Scandinavians to now claim that there is no such thing as Swedish culture, Danish culture, Norwegian culture…
Heh. Now I got you spouting feminist BS. For my next trick I will have you mocking the culture of the good conservatives who made this country great. Oh, wait…I just did that. OK, maybe some anti-cop rhetoric, like supporting the absurd idea that is threatening the liberty of a decent cop that a beanbag is a lethal weapon? No. Did that one already too. I know…PETA! Let’s hear some PETA!
It seems terribly unlikely Greeks had a hand in the þing.
Less embarrassing than admitting they f—-d up by welcoming barbarians into their midst.
Read White House Correspondents’ Dinner gunman Cole Allen’s full anti-Trump manifesto
Or not.
He was bullied.
It’s tempting to laugh, but… not entirely implausible.
We’ve been here before, of course:
This, then, is where we are now. It’s not a great place to park.