Friday Ephemera (816)
A mighty roar. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || A licking of the lips. || For maximum plunging. || Lomanstraat, Amsterdam. || An exercise in truck alignment. || A brief guide to the origins of Islam and jihad. || Battle strategy of note. || An hour of department-store bossa nova. || Meanwhile, in Bradford. || Hers is bigger. || Though his is not unimpressive. || The unhappy art of crab packing. || A museum of plugs and sockets. || She teaches five-year-olds and wants to challenge patriarchy. || Cramping. || Carry On Doctor, 1967. || Cellophane. || But they were using his toilet. || Turkish taxi ride, liveliness ensues. || Artefacts from the era of vending nuts and gum. (h/t, Tacky Raccoons) || Today’s word is girth. || Yours for only $650,0000. || He has a watermelon holster. || And an outstretched hand.
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Of course it had to be in Thailand.
Bumblebee diversity
Why did he murder a random man? The shrooms made him feel “empowered”.
Why does this dreck get repeated and the person saying it not laughed out of any adult conversation?
There are no adults in that video clip.
Blacks eat that stuff up because they desperately long for reasons to be proud of their non-existent past greatness. White liberal women embrace it because, well, they’re AWFUL people. University professors embrace it because they’re leftist vermin.
Mary Lefkowitz demolished the afrocentrist pseudo-scholars in her book Not Out of Africa.
See also Higher Superstition by Levitt and Gross, and The Flight From Science and Reason, edited by Levitt and Gross.
Because it’s racist to tell a black imbecile that she’s utterly full of shit.
Prise de fer?
I wonder if anyone has ever told her that her public folly and lies reinforce the public perception that blacks are intellectually inferior.
Well dang- says “video unavailable”. At least I have some bossa nova to cheer me up whilst I peruse the plugs and sockets museum.
Am I remembering right that Dr. Maturin finds a beetle like that on one of his trips and brings it back to Sir Joseph at the Admiralty?
Beetle* or butterfly. “A true gynandromorph”, to quote him. But I don’t remember which voyage.
* Like the Good Lord, Sir Joseph Blain had “an inordinate fondness for beetles”.
The Stella award in Australia is a relatively new award for women novelists. I wasn’t really a fan when it was introduced a few years ago because I thought it would quickly be hoaxed by an unscrupulous male writer.
Now it seems like this is… kind of sort of what has happened. The prize was won this year by a transgender woman.
The kicker? You can probably expect to hear no criticism of this decision at all because, why would aspiring women’s novelists want to risk their own future careers?
It’s not like she’d understand it if anyone did.
[ Returns from internet search. ]
It was a butterfly, a clouded yellow.
It appears in Post Captain:
and is mentioned in H.M.S. Surprise:
Devastating news for fans of a good square root.
Was David’s recent visitor simply looking for a mixer?
Lomanstraat, Amsterdam
An English council would cut them down, for ‘elf n safety!
Can’t tell if its working…
Morning, all.
Pole dancing.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Time would seem to be an issue.
Impractical stairs.
“No bleeding, good.”
“Just like the service in here.”
The classics!
There’s a place in the world for the better entries in the series. Screaming and Cleo are, I think, the ones that hold up the best.
For reference purposes.
Anxiety revived.
My last vacation was to St. John, USVI. I went alone, hoping to get in some decent snorkeling. (Big fail: the 2017 dual hurricanes had scoured away the coral reefs.)
St. John is too small and rocky for an airport, so you land on St. Thomas, rent a car, drive to the ferry, and go across. I had asked to rent a Toyota Yaris, but when I said I was going to St. John they said “You need a Jeep,” so they gave me a big honking Wrangler, because St. John is really hilly and steep.
In the Virgin Islands they drive on the left, even though all the vehicles have their steering wheel on the left. So I felt awkward and on-edge and even though I had reviewed the route on Google Street View I nearly didn’t make it to the ferry, which was on the opposite side of St. Thomas from the airport.
And then I get to the ferry, and they insist that everyone back up onto the deck. Despite the rear-view camera and everything, I wasn’t able to gracefully maneuver the vehicle into place, and the attendants were testy and impatient. I imagine they have to deal with plenty of tourons like me who can’t drive anymore because it’s all backwards.
I was there for several days, and the whole time I lived in fear of the ferry ride back and having to back into place on the deck again. Oh, and I also lived in fear of having to pull backwards into the parking space at the Airbnb, because the road was too dangerous to back out into.
Driving the roads was like navigating a roller coaster. Start here (18.332148838312435, -64.78738176153584) and follow the narrow roads around. The steepness of the hills is not evident from the map, but I went to bed anxious about having to get up and do it again. I was just getting over the anxiety of the lockdowns and I was apparently not up to handling tricky driving conditions.
Oh well.
The ferry took us past Epstein Island, and I loved my Airbnb and when the evening fell the tropical bird chorus was amazing.
I’m not crying. You’re crying.
Just in case.
Birdsong is something I’ve come to appreciate. Hereabouts, we have woodland on two sides, so in summer the dawn chorus is quite something. Layers of sounds, both near and distant. Almost like a rainforest.
Because that’s not what polite people do. All ideas are equally valid, boomer. You should have learned that in school. Oh, that’s right…
/sarc
But that’s not the public perception. It may be moving in that direction…or not. The public perception is defined by what the public hears most often, most loudly, with the most implied threats of violence behind it, with the most (celebrity) demigods endorsing it. That perception is what defines social reality.
Apparently, the film Frankenstein is “super fucking transphobic and problematic.” According to a cross-dressing, supposedly “non-binary” film director.
Exactly why this should be is, perhaps inevitably, not made clear, beyond the fact that the creature, a sympathetic figure, is assembled from the parts of other people.
Reaction #1: Derisive laughter.
Reaction #2: Good. More “transphobia” is a good thing.
At last!
It’s as if the behaviour – the endless, contrived whining, the fabrication of implausible grievances – were designed to make people take an instant dislike.
Well, if you should ever find yourself in need of detailed information about Uruguayan electrical fittings, it’s the place to go.
Yanni without the pretense.
A mighty roar. (h/t, Elephants Gerald)
Gosh, where have I seen that before?
Lomanstraat, Amsterdam
Tik Tok influencers incoming in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
She teaches five-year-olds and wants to challenge patriarchy.
The good news is that chances are she won’t live to see them graduate from high school. Maybe even elementary school.
And an outstretched hand
A happy ending to this week’s Ephemera. Thank you.
Of course it had to be in Thailand.
Adopted as “naturalness” of transgenderism by human transgenders in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
The sooner the better, for the sake of the children and our civilization.
I’m mellowing with age.
It’s like the nightmare of walking in on your grandparents having sex.
continuing from the prior thread:
If these “ethicists” say it is “morally obligatory” to bioengineer diseases to harm people who eat meat, then could it be morally obligatory to remove such “ethicists” from society?
Are we not doing phrasing any more?
It took a bit, but the mid-20th century bullshit of Hollywood actors/actresses being some type of “royalty” has become the reality of many (if not all) Hollywood actors/actresses being a bunch of Roman Empire (or whichever empire was the worst) degenerates. (I’m aware that Hollywood didn’t change, merely what they thought could be made public without harming sales.)
Well, I’d use them for cancer research or to reenact the (IIRC) National Lampoon spoof of drug testing using a rat being forced to consume 1000 times its normal daily intake of water via a hose duct taped to its mouth to show how deadly water is to life. Said rat looked like a balloon. (I haven’t been able to find that image on the web with the amount of effort I am willing to do.)
Dastards.
In celebration of turning 65 years old, I have purchased myself a 200-800mm lens. Not the top quality glass but enough for me to retreat to nature and have some fun.
It is always important for ladies to get their obvious johnsons into the shot.
A substitute teacher informs us liberries are not just for books.
Action figure of note.