Friday Ephemera (814)
Bait. || Old boiler. || Balloon surgery. || Coming through. || Choices were made. || Something is missing. || Incoming. || Question asked. || How to glue Styrofoam to fabric, and answers to other glue-related questions. || Just like a guitar, but with really hefty magnets. || Rather more leg than I was expecting. || The progressive retail experience, parts 721, 722, 723, 724, 725, 726 and 727. || I suppose we could call this irony. || School science project of note. || It’s hers now. || She’s called coconut. || Testing weightlessness, 1958. || “What animal is chicken?” || What do you mean, it’s distracting and inapt? What are you, sonny, some kind of bigot? (h/t, Smallish Bees) || Suboptimal solution. || May encounter fog. || All the fun of the fair. || And finally, incendiary felines to burn down your enemy’s castle, 1584.
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Testing weightlessness…
My father piloted many zero-G flights for NASA, mostly in a little business jet, a Lear 23. I certainly don’t recall any mention of cats or dogs or etc.
He always said his great contribution to those missions was a super low cost super sensitive G-meter made from a rubber band and a lump of modeling clay.
Regarding David’s fondness for gin:
This is what his henchlesbians drink. (Seen on the last visit to the fresh market.)
It’s not just for shop teachers anymore.
It’s okay to be white. It’s more than okay to be white.
I showed my daughter the video about the cast bronze guitar. She responded with a video of a rancher annoying a bunch of broody hens (to get them to leave their nests), which process was surprisingly musical.
One of the Five Pillars of Islam is lying on behalf of vicious thugs.
‘We want to bring folks in.’
I remember the early “progressive retail experience” videos seemed to be almost exclusively from the USA. Ah the halcyon days of the recent past.
““What animal is chicken?””
Nreeds narration by Sir David Attenborough
“Testing weightlessness, 1958.”
But you already have th eman there – why do you need the cat?
In space flights that reach null G, the astronauts bring along a “zero-gravity indicator” like a plushy toy that begins to float in the cabin as soon as they’re weightless. They use the toy because they’re strapped in and can’t really tell with their own senses.
So it looks like they started the tradition with a real cat.
Morning, all.
Yup.
Why does it have testicles?
The thing that never happens has happened again.
Completely non related, I continue to enjoy this ‘Van Life” v-blog thingamy on youtube.
Episode 1 is this one and it is probably best to watch them in order after that.
[ Checks pears for ripeness, mutters. ]
That looks dangerous (and awesome). Just noticed it’s sponsored by an injury law firm…
Which seems entirely fitting. As seen around 14:20, when things go somewhat sideways. “It’s like a loaded gun,” says Mr Krantz, clearly worried by what may happen next.
But aside from the risk of catastrophic injury, it is rather cool. I can see the appeal.
Inclusive and welcoming to who? To who?
Modern romance.
Coming through.
Rude.
Bait.
Please, anyone who has given a piece of cheese to a dog knows that feeling.
All the fun of the fair.
[laughs in carny]
‘We want to bring folks in.’
To be fair, it’s not as if the signs were working.
Just a reminder that Mother’s Day in the US is next weekend.
Drugs are bad, kids. M’kay?
Did I mention it’s almost Mother’s Day?
Ah, Ms Dank Demoss, featured here recently, with, I believe, Ms K Lamar.
Hey, I’m tuned in to the happening scene.
[ Lays down some phat beats. ]
The progressive retail experience,
Related:
All good as long as you are sticking it to the man, I guess.
[ Longing for legally enforceable separation increases. ]
The struggle is real, which explains the silence. Deep Thoughts™.
The seemingly endless appetite for this flatulent racial narcissism.
Fair point:
Griffin acknowledged it was an easy mistake to make.
I can see half of the heathen rabble muttering and altering their calendars.
Hump phat?
Update your lexicon.
Also because it’s fun?
I once knew a man who stole from expensive restaurants and night clubs–any trivial thing lying around that struck his fancy–not because he needed them but because he enjoyed doing it. He was wealthy enough to own a large home and a Porsche which he liked to drive at dangerously high speed on two lane blacktops.
Those poor, suffering ghetto “youths” who shoplift, rob, and carjack do not do it because they need money; they do not lack the necessities of life or even various luxuries. They do it because it they enjoy it.
Douchebag cyclists refuse to “share the road”, then cry because one of them leans into the car trying to pass them and falls. Driver is now being held without bail. Because 72 yo Honda Pilot driver is of course a flight risk.
Lest there be doubt:
And yet progressives will conjure elaborate explanations, outright fantasies, that bear no relation at all to the motives stated by the criminals themselves. The reality of their nature.
Chicago schools are taking students out of school for May Day protests. May Day, your know, the communist celebration. With suitably “revolutionary” speakers. If you don’t hate the media enough, you certainly don’t hate teacher’s unions enough.
Easy mistake to make: At a party a friend was introducing me to someone and said “X is a naturist” I quickly jumped in “naturalist, naturalist” hahahahaha but thanks for trying
And I hear a few NeverTrumper republicans are participating as well. You know, republicans. The idiots who idly accepted the red/blue color swap because it wasn’t “fair” to allow the Democrats to be associated with red because red was a commie color. There were those who asked if perhaps they will all be marching in May Day parades next. Those people were mocked. As if.
The one where people gathered flowers, crowned a May Queen, & danced around suggestive uprights was better.
On rewatching that, um, ditty, it occurred to me that the phrase dirty fucking degenerate ought to make a comeback in a big way. Along with the understanding that it really is okay to look down on some people.
The removal of the neighbourhood crime watch signs in Ann Arbor reminded me of the long-ago time when my now long-dead friend from Toronto came visiting Saskatchewan, and as we toured the countryside he commented on the number of Rural Crime Watch signs, which was big in those days. I told him that people in Saskatchewan are very sociable, and wouldn’t dream of committing a serious crime without having the neighbours over to watch.
Libtards care deeply about “reintegrating” repeat violent felons after the completion of their prison terms. (This is when they are not emoting about the “need” to abolish prisons.) But why should we want to have incorrigible feral creatures in our midst? Why should we submit to Obama’s demand that every nice neighborhood have its “fair share” of Section 8 housing? Halfway houses for addicts, felons? Apartments for the
“homeless”bums?I’d never heard of that. Thank you.
What with the incendiary cats and the guide to how to glue certain things to other things, this place is a feast of knowledge.
A feast, I say.
Certain prohibited responses become increasingly attractive.