Friday Ephemera (830)
O ko lo ko. || It glows, it grows. || All the girls will go loca. || Just like grandma used to. || Sticky, licky, salty treat. || The cars of San Diego, 1970s. || A collection of dental training heads. || “That was my dad’s cross-dressing time…” || The ominous creaking would be a big help. || Scritching apparatus. || Place-in-food-chain negotiation. || Place-in-food-chain negotiation 2. || Not teeth, it turns out. || In moist towelette news, these are some of these. || Meanwhile. || On migrants and merit. || Roy Rothery’s machines, 1970. || Intriguing steam-and-noise combo. || Bingo babe. || You’re gonna need a bigger coat. || She finds you exhausting. || The Ogmios School of Zen Motoring, episode 10. || Fare-jumping lifeforms. || And finally, a collection of lost and found cassette tapes with intact audio.
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The future is … wet.
Yes, this will be on the test.
Sticky, licky, salty treat.
After the 3 preceding that one I almost didn’t click it. Glad I did.
This right here is precisely why you don’t watch Batman (the tv version) on acid after eating kimchi. But do the young punks listen when you try to tell them this? Obviously not.
Nope, nope, nope.
Only from a distance.
I never cease to be amazed at all the people who don’t understand danger.
About that man who has been chasing people while wearing a Chucky mask, asking if they are “ready to die“. Police have identified him. It’s them, Yogi.
(It was unusual, though, for such attacks to happen around 5:00am.)
Or, you know, a .38? 9mm? Wth cops carry these days? Sometimes the answers are right there.
A question is asked.
Nice, but why the hell can’t it convert from metric fuck-tons to imperial fuck-tons?
Federally protected wildlife.
I’ve only personally known one Corvette owner, and he was an utterly irresponsible, drunken asshole with a mean streak a mile wide.
“[…] broke down Tonka truck minded m—–f—–s […]”
From what I’ve seen, ‘irresponsible’, ‘drunken’, and ‘mean streak’ are optional equipment; ‘asshole’ is standard on later models.
Notice how ubiquitous the VW Beetle is in those images?
Now all cars look the same but you can easily identify the wide variety of cars of the 70s.
Setting the tone for the new Labour government.
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You can hunt them with a permit. FWC was (eventually?) there, according to the audio anyway. That gator was larger than 4 feet. Pretty sure it has been accepted practice, to some degree anyway, to dispose of ones that large if they are perceived as a threat. This was in Orlando. Traditionally O’doh would haul nuisance gators out to the next county up to Lake Jessup, but they’re so thick there now, it’s a bit of a joke that you can cross the lake James Bond style. They are certainly not an endangered species as they were 50 years ago. Looks like they released it into a nearby lake. If the lake was truly in the city limits, that seems just dumb. That creature is big enough to be trouble right now, nevermind in a year or two. Damn thing just as likely to show up and be a problem near that lake.
As if Old Blighty didn’t have sufficient troubles.
All the feelings.
That would make my holiday – I adore geckos, and have considered getting one when I retire.
Always amused at these tasks taking multiple cop to offer advice (from a safe distance) to the one guy prepared to go hands-on
Morning, all.
An intriguing combination.
Yes, it’s a sad, weird tale. And sometimes darkly funny.
Ms Thomas and her upbringing have been mentioned here before.
As I said in the linked thread, given the current round-the-clock ubiquity of trans activism, all that gushing affirmation, it’s curious just how little attention is given to estranged wives – trans ‘widows’ – or, as in Ms Thomas’ case, estranged children. Who, I suppose, would be trans ‘orphans’.
“It sounds like it’s getting worse.”
Similar questions, remarkably different answers.
Inevitably, a thread ensues.
Quite.
Grandma goes hard.
Well, I suppose the clock is ticking.
Obvious intervention is obvious.
“You’re becoming more human all the time, Data. Now you’re learning how to lie.”
It’s remarkable how much these pernicious assumptions are still baked into the systems. I still find myself having to challenge Grok and press it on subjects that are, shall we say, politically charged. Which can lead to quite different responses.
I suppose it’s in part a function of wider ideological capture. In that, if the AI is sifting through vast amounts of credentialled material, sociological studies and so forth – which are generated largely by progressives – it will tend to regurgitate at least some of those same assumptions, those same blind spots and evasions.
What, no ultrasonic bath?
Glad that oversight was corrected.
I do, however, have some slug erotica.
No, don’t thank me.
After you’ve assigned preferred status and preferential treatment it’s hard to know when to stop.
All this time I’ve been misreading wanye as “wayne”.
Ditto, ditto, ditto
Our loss here in the States is your gain.
Question asked:
As I said recently,
Which, I suppose, is another way of saying, it’s okay to have standards.
Some self-respect.
From today’s New York Times:
I would think if she had any spare time she might want to catch up on sleep.
Tried it myself. Verified same answers for black/white. So I said I was alone with a Somali and got this:
Exactly. These are the kinds of questions that society would get one at a time via Ann Landers or Dear Abby. The gossip circuit would process them and eventually the answer would become part of the Narrative. Now we get them coming at us like from a firehose. Yet most, like this, probably never happened. It’s an Overton Window push.
Well, it’s not difficult to imagine fake accounts and names being created (by, well, let’s say, ‘ne’er do wells’) to push harmful narratives which will then be approved-of, repeated, adopted, and acted-upon by dumb noisy people.
The mother and bystanders should have immediately drowned the Moroccan rapists.
I want a USS Enterprise “cleansing towelette”…
You too could smell lemony fresh, just like Captain Kirk.
She probably wants to him in a “home” where he will be looked after by strangers who don’t love him and who may or may not feel any compassionate obligation.
I first read that as “moccasin rapist” and thought, jeez…what now? You can imagine my relief to find that it was just your typical run-of-the-mill immigrant rapist somewhere over in Europe.
Bear wasn’t ready for how fast cats are.