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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“Come to our resort to be licked by geckos!”
Band name.
Still processing that frock-scarf-cardigan combo. There’s a lot going on.
The pack of Marlboro is just the cherry on the cake.
Better than pecked to death by ducks.
The pack of Marlboro is just the cherry on the cake.
At first I thought it was Dame Edna or a parody, but no, that’s just middle America in all its finery. Check the earrings, too – I bet they are clip-ons. My grandma had some like that – huge, heavy, and gaudy with fake gems. My ear lobes hurt just remembering.
Now wondering whether The Far Side was actually all true.
[ Orders multipack of bingo dabbers. ]
Dame Edna? Is that you?
Hypergamy. Hybristophilia. Solipsism.
Once people stop pretending and start noticing, it doesn’t stop with the usual suspects, Yogi. Helen Andrews may have started the preference cascade, but eventually you’re going to hear more and more people saying “you know, maybe those manosphere guys were right all along”.
Something something vows.
It gets worse, because of course it does https://x.com/peterboghossian/status/2090688923513352329
So. Tuesday nights. Bingo night. But everyone has to come with big hair.
[ Waits for roar of enthusiasm. ]
My mother owned that exact cardigan.
House geckos are great. The thing you have to understand about them is that they do not walk or crawl around. They move from place to place by silent teleportation. Takes a bit of getting used to. Also, some flavors bark.
Spielberg is risibly wrong, but the meme is also questionable: Mainstream Christian theology accepts that for space aliens the route to salvation might be extremely different.
Hostage situation.
The great science fiction story about evangelising aliens was “Name of the Snake”, by R. A. Lafferty. Sadly, I’m not in a position to direct you to it, but it’s worth finding.
We haven’t had one of these in a while:
Today’s words are kitchen multitasking.
I mean, if you lean forward, you could be emptying the dishwasher.
So I guess this is one bathroom where this sign wouldn’t work:
Still chuckling.
I denounce myself.
For a certain era – the 1950s or so – Larson really did capture the essence of a look common everywhere. I still get a kick out of the cat-eye glasses – no matter the species of life form in the Far Side, all the matronly females have those glasses.
As if the kitchen is good place for toilets which aerosolize waste with every flush.
Never mind the smells.
Apparently things haven’t gone well since 2008.
That fan’s doing double duty.
I like to think the toilet gags keep me grounded.
[ Waves nostalgie de la boue detector in David’s direction. ]
She brings you art.
These fuckers will never be satisfied.
While on the road to sweet Athy it’s not.
GTFO never seems to occur to them.
“Explain his existence”? I want him to justify his existence.
(But of course he cannot.)
Deportation is not the answer. Defenestration is.
Also: severe consequences for the African governments abetting this.
“Why is there barely any condemnation of Morocco?”
Why isn’t there bombing of Morocco?
Make Europe Great Again.
Shoot the dog. And then shoot the owner.
But why didn’t that fool use his jacket to strangle the dog?
Bravo, Trump administration!
and:
Come to think of it, why are we subsidizing these tyrannical leftist dog-fuckers?
As Elon said, go fuck yourselves.
Today’s other words are wasted counter space. I mean – aside from the excrement aerosols others have mentioned, and the smells, you have to move everything off that counter top to put the flap up so you can use the loo. If the house/apartment/flat is so tiny that you need to put the toilet in the kitchen, that’s a rather large amount of counter space being useless. Seems counter-productive.
One of the largest corpuses of content for AI training has been Reddit.
If you watch Grok “think,” you’ll see it sort through Reddit several times. I think Gemini shows its sources, too, and Reddit figures prominently.
Tumblr birthed Woke women, and apparently Reddit has birthed our destructor.
No wonder I can never find him via search.
Faster than a striking snek.
My religion explicitly states that this planet is one of a multitude of worlds populated with God’s offspring.
I don’t know what religion looks like for them, but maybe we’ll all find out in the next life.
Actual sightings:
https://youtu.be/ooeQFpFoUpk?t=2376
https://youtu.be/J1iSS5r0OVE?t=55
You’ve given this more thought was strictly necessary.
Dearly beloved newcomers, bringers of enrichment.
A thread ensues.
I particularly liked, “Albinos do not have gold nuggets stored inside their skulls.”
But remember, dear reader. This is where we are.
But better than death by snu-snu?
I’m in. But you have to call me Laverne.
[readies her good luck doohickies and tchotchkes for her bingo mise-en-place]
Better to stick your finger in the dog’s butt. He’ll release then.
This is going to get out of hand. I can feel it.