Friday Ephemera (832)
It’s his surfboard now, baby. || Big shaking booty. || Boof. || On buying a computer, 1980s. || Mr Reubens has 600 banjos, 1979. || On Columbo and creating intrigue without mystery. || Rotation detected. || What do drugs do? (1971) || So how was your day, dear? || Colour counter. Less than 50 is unacceptable. || Tastes like chicken. || Incoming. || Detection detected. || We’ve all done it. || Sci-fi franchise convergence. || Diverging values. || Divert auxiliary power to the filter. || Tony Hancock in The Impersonator, 1959. || More than a hanging flap, you know. || Grip strength confirmed. || Passing piglings. || The progressive retail experience, parts 755, 756, 757, 758, 759 and 760. || Place in food chain negotiation. || Scenes of shouting, tugging and bodily fluid. || And finally, a project for the weekend.
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Having grown up with a globe in the house, I always saw Norway and Canada as being hydrocephalic on the Mercator projections.
At no point did I reckon that the polar countries were more important because they looked bigger on that map.
Being much more progressive than you, Beatrice hearts dysgenics.
If you’re getting bad vibes from this creature, I quite understand.
“The costumes make people uncomfortable, organizers say. Furries call it discrimination.”
First, you’re damned right it’s discrimination. Everyone should exercise such judgement.
Second, the costumes don’t make people “uncomfortable.” Discomfort is a lame reason to change rules and erect barriers.
The costumes GROSS PEOPLE OUT because they know what they’re for.
And furthermore, those moronic “fursonas” are absurd. Wanna be a fox? Fine, but make yourself look like an actual fox, not a cartoon.
B.A.B. Babs. Can we call her Babs?
It’s 2026 and they’re up there still wearing masks. She’s saying that fitness is fascist, and that being less than fit is revolutionary and anti-capitalist, or something.
As if the Soviets were more than happy to keep the disabled and sickly alive in their Workers’ Paradise.
Me, too, since early childhood. Also maps using other projections.
And joy of joys, a complete run of National Geographic going back to around 1900.
I’m getting bad vibes from how socialists welcome these deranged monsters.
In another clip, possibly from the same socialist conference, the mandatory nature of masks is characterized as being considerate. And the mandatory checking of badges when entering a room is characterized as a laudable “non-carceral” policy.
Dare we say “paraphilia”?
Socialism welcomes deranged monsters because it is the natural home of deranged monsters.
About this there can be no doubt. None whatsoever.
I think I’ll wear a spacesuit to the Ren Faire. See what happens.
Does Ed Driscoll lurk here?
Less than 50 is unacceptable.
How about 101? (TBF, my sister contributed four.)
Grip strength confirmed
There is an Islamic rule (mostly ignored) against hairy male armpits. When the Taliban were first in power in Afghanistan, enforcer squads would grab a man in the street, pull up his shirt, stick a thin rod through his armpit, and twirl it. If the hair was long enough to wrap around the rod, they would jerk it out. Which helps explain why it was so easy for the US to overthrow them in 2001.