Friday Ephemera (817)
Misstep to remember. || A Trip to the Planets, 1963. || Trial and error. || Cleaving scenes. || Question asked. || Camouflage insufficient. || You must listen without questioning. || Not-so-small small intestines. || Teens. || Yes, it will be on the test. || Bra testing of note. || Briefly airborne. || A binary was detected. || Hungry bear encounters pigs. || Spray thoroughly. || Specialised sauce mop. || Not exactly helping his case, I fear. || The progressive retail experience, parts 728 and 729. || Why pigeons don’t rule the Earth. || A project was undertaken. || Do you want to see her nipples? || “Homer Simpson arse shoes.” || The science-fiction cover art of Richard M Powers. (h/t, Things) || Outdoor fun for all the family. || For oldies who miss dials. || And finally, on the ease of using international email, 1986.
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Oh, God – somewhere I suspect a travel agent in Mumbai is telling them to go to the Smokies.
Yesterday, I was waiting an an overlook on the Foothills Parkway for a marriage proposal client to arrive with his beloved to pop the question.
Suddenly, FOUR minivans pull up, TEEMING with people, and disgorge a huge group of Indians. Can they talk at normal volume? I think not. They procced to take several dozen pictures of each other with the background, whilst the children suddenly whip out badminton rackets and block the parking area bashing a shuttlecock back and forth. More screaming conversations and after about 20 minutes, one of the men indicates it is time to go and they all scramble back inside and they’re on to the next quiet corner of the mountains.
Thank God, my guy arrived about 10 minutes later. And she said yes. For those keeping a tally, this was number 215.
Was she fixing tea for Lord Mountbatten?
Those who live by the hood, die by the hood.
Shoot, she should be thankful it’s only 7%.
It is currently 28°C. I believe that entitles me to a gin and tonic.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.