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.
I fried up some shrimp and had a glass of Torrontés for lunch. Low 50s F here.
82°F (28°C) here with chili simmering on the stove.
Palate cleanser … cool dad stuff.
AKA “Clarkson’s Farm,” season 6
also, “Charlie, I have this great idea….”
Boris Karloff
Per grok:
Something similar they should be telling French Canadians when gassing up boats in Ft. Lauderdale. Or, you know, just turn the ventilation fans on.
How you people know whether or not to put a sweater on…it’s is a mystery. Sad.
This PSA would come on every afternoon in the late 70’s when I got home to eat lunch. As my mother said at the time, with a wife who screeches like that is it any wonder the guy drinks.
What else has he lied about? Everything, maybe?
Q Manivannan, the newly elected Scottish MP who identifies as “non-binary”, uses they/them, and calls himself a “queer Tamil immigrant” from a disadvantaged “lower caste” background who “starved”, turns out to be from a well-to-do family.
If Taylor Lorenz did not exist, it would be necessary for The Babylon Bee to invent her.
I went with a vodka and tonic. Two, in fact. Lifting my glass to the ones we lost, for Memorial Day.
Maj. Stuart Wolfer. He was a buddy from law school and an absolute mensch. I remember him telling me that he and his wife wanted at least six kids, but that they planned to adopt half of them to give a child a chance. When he died, Jewish soldiers sat by his coffin until it was transferred, chanting psalms – despite being in Iraq, he managed to get them prayer books and tefillin when they requested them.
I still cry for him. I will every Memorial Day because he was such a blessing for this world.
All the insight and self awareness of a shelf fungus, but good money says the reason LA bagels suck is a) LA and, b) cashew based vegan cream cheese.
Boris Karloff: Real virtue is doing a good deed and not telling anyone. As opposed to posting it on Instagram. As opposed especially to merely broadcasting your fashionable opinions.
Muldoon: at least a shelf fungus performs a useful function.
True enough, most are non-toxic, maybe they could also be made into vegan cream cheese.
Part of it, certainly.
The act of taking notes — writing them by hand — engages more parts of the brain and therefore aids retention and comprehension.
It’s because they stopped thinking handwriting, including cursive, was important because computers.
Unfortunately, the computer manufacturers sell a lot of HW and SW to schools, and they’re not going to give that up easily.
The only place where I can see computers aiding education is in drilling: presenting question after question until the kid picks it up, a task that a human teacher would find boring or wasteful.
The amount of drilling would vary per child, according to how fast the kid gets it.
On the other hand, the way they’re teaching math and reading — the pedagogical techniques — are themselves faulty, so repetition won’t help.
We are so screwed.
cashew based vegan cream cheese
I want to know just how any fake dairy product from cashews is less highly processed than tofutti. Soy “milk”, cashew “milk” – there’s a hella lot of processing involved, not to mention all the processing it takes to turn the “milk” into “cream cheese”, or “ice cream”, or “cheese”. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between Taylor Lorenz and Titiana McGrath.
I can take McGrath seriously.
Sometimes I have no idea what is going on here.