Friday Ephemera (818)
I think it looks pretty good, actually. || Love machine, ladies. || Bling thing. || Contraband detected. || On transgender Reddit, euphoria abounds. || Balls and blocking. || On atomic weapons and bomb-like objects. || For lovers of glamour, those Hollywood vibes. || From 1981: Does Woking Want a Sex Shop? || On tiny tessellations and apian secretions. || Rooftop scenes. || Rooftop scenes 2. || Gentleman caller. || Congestion of note. || Gym juddering, Chile. || China, 1917. || Attention, fat chaps. || Incoming. || On the mend, I see. || Make your own Star Trek title cards. (h/t, Neatorama) || Today’s word is metaphor. || Meet the Rag and Bone Men, 1966. || Regarding fur. || Today’s other word is farming. || You can run your fingers through it. || And finally, fire from the Earth, fire from the sky.
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Y’know, this multiculturalism isn’t working out the way libs said it would.
Sikhs are all great people and belong in the West in unlimited numbers.
The answer to the new oven question has arrived in the form of two excellent loaves of warm banana bread. I’d feel sorry for all y’all but you know how it is.
The lower oven is still a virgin, though. I knew you’d want to know.
You’re mental, aren’t you?
You’re more ‘Murican than I thought!
There’s a disturbing new trend: racist White girls refusing to give strange Black men their phone numbers when asked.
Well…is it hot? I can pretty much guarantee if it was hot, it wouldn’t be a virgin. Not for long anyway.
It took 70 years, but it finally happened.
That’s why they oppose it! The issue is still the Revolution, the glorious Bolshevik 2.0 revolution.
Via Julia, a lesson in hair styling.
So, basically, an ugly ass mullet. But to be fair, I cannot imagine a style that would flatter a person like him.
Surely you mean a triumph of styling…?
Madam, can you not feel the gender euphoria?
Wow, does that bring back memories – Shropshire Dandy Cake, last time I saw that was in Sarajevo, it is the ceremonial dessert of the Lancashire and Gravesend Horse Artillery. It is said that the person who gets the slice with the jellied eel will have good fortune for the rest of the year.
Elsewhere in the world of fine dining…
Doesn’t sound very dandy.
Walking off with the serving tongs was a classy touch.
And yet they would object to being called animals. Or some other unflattering term.
And they got that doggy shot without AI !
[scours internet for Shrewsbury Dandy Cake with jellied eels, finds nothing, spits]
[rereads post, discovers Shropshire and Shrewsbury are not the same thing, but as an American doesn’t know the difference anyway, searches internet a second time, finds nothing, spits again, contemplates a more genteel way to indicate perplexity]
[ Muffled tittering. ]
[ Remembers time when Pst314 went searching for that famous, traditional English game, Jigger-ma-hoop. ]
[ Tittering intensifies. ]
Well, yes, some people are genteel and mannered, not like some of the others who were just using their hands to grab from the tray and other’s plates.
I should in fairness add that at the time I felt a need to search the same just in case there was a traditional English pastime by the name of Jigger-ma-hoop.
I come here just for the class and fairness.
And the bar snacks.
Not to eat (shudder) but to observe. From a distance.
Speaking which…
[ Glares. ]
Sounds like that thing girls play in New Zealand that’s like basketball but no dribbling and without a backboard. It would definitely make a more marketable name than netball.
Another traditional English pastime.
David, you defended your vile deceit with
Well, for some value of “sane”.
Reply you knew was coming…
Meanwhile, brace yourselves for side splitting comedy.
Sophie Tucker, Mae West, Phyllis Diller, Carol Burnett, et al would like a word.
Even if little Miss Masters Degree is about as amusing as an IRS audit.
To be fair, there was a children’s game of rolling a hoop with a stick, and on both sides of the pond, I believe.
It may well have been called that over there, given the way words get shortened – like bosun, for example.
Currently in Los Angeles.
This. I’ve seen enough forgettable male stand-ups (there was more than one Improv/Comedy Club in my old neighborhood) to understand that being funny isn’t sex-linked.
Early Joan Rivers on Johnny Carson was as funny as Robin Williams.
There are some very good comedic actresses, too. Sandra Bullock for one.
That one I’m familiar with, but what about lepton?
‘Lepton’ is short for ‘λεπτόν’.
That’s not a shortening.
Shortening contains plenty of leptons. Also various other subatomic particles, assembled together by G-d, the Master Chef, into palate-tickling stuff.
Shortening contains plenty of leptons.
Joke’s on you. He’s staring a couple of inches to my right.
Victor Davis Hanson:
As someone noted there, women do comedic acting much better. There are a few standup comic women like Diller or Carol Leifer who are very good but stand up is similar to clown/slapstick. Not many women are good at it and can do what Lucille Ball did. And she had a much broader range than even a lot of men. Her timing was great.
Did you know she starred in a horror movie?
He’s staring at your ear with malevolent intent.
As long as his name isn’t Mike Tyson, I’m not worried.