Friday Ephemera (834)
Not entirely sure what’s happening here. (h/t, Dicentra) || You want one and you know it. || Situational awareness. || Spear protocol. || Pressure suit, 1934. || For all your vaporising needs. || On progressive out-group bias. || It’s a job. || You’ll want one of these buggers, too. || And she can bend it backwards. || His is bigger. || Battle of the sexes, or “windmilling fat birds.” || The Bashinator 9000. || On the coming of decimal currency, 1970. || A ruler was used. || Regurgitation of note. || Incoming. || Traffic camera tunes, a live entertainment of sorts. || “Now that it’s inserted, we are ready for a conversation.” || How to make an origami typewriter. || Oral Care for the Mentally Retarded, 1966. || Film poster restoration. || The glamour of flight. || Place in food chain negotiation. || A project for the weekend.
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Post George Floyd, my pro-white bias increased, as did my distrust of random unknown blacks increased.
YOU BUY WADDED UP PAPER NOW!!!!
More cowbell.
They’re budgies, and they’re conjuring something that doesn’t concern you.
Move along now…
*hesitates*
‘Oral Care for the Mentally Retarded, 1966.’
Interesting to note the subtitles omit the offensive to modern sensibilities word ‘retardation’ though its plastered all over the intro screen…
“That’s not a knife.”
No, seriously, that’s not a knife.
Though it does resemble the knives they use to cut up tuna.
Morning, all.
As you say, witchcraft. It’s the only possible explanation.
Beefy grapes.
Good to know.
That’s just wrong.
You don’t like your beef boiled – in grape juice?
New bar snack supplier?
Rejoice. I bring cake.
Church of England is still a clown show.
Ah yes, it’s all about fragrant “cooperation,” “tolerance” and “interfaith harmony,” apart from praising Osama Bin Laden and the jihadi ululation that they somehow didn’t know about.
Not sure which party is more contemptible.
This guy’s got it all.
Related.
I have questions.
Musical interlude.
A better musical interlude.
Morning Glory Milking Farm is… diversifying.
From the other day regarding Ms. Sweeny;
Fact check: true.
Meanwhile, never get in an Uber, never order Doordash.
I know very little about Ms Sweeney, other than that she’s an actress who, so far as I’m aware, hasn’t pointedly and repeatedly said things that grate and repel or reveal her to be a moral imbecile, and which would make suspension of disbelief all but impossible for at least half of her audience.
For that alone, I suppose I should be grateful.
Oh, and the huge knockers.
The Sport of Kings.
I’ve lost count of the actors and entertainers whose need to be political, as they see it, has pretty much destroyed any ability I might have had to enjoy their actual work. The thing they’re paid to do.
A new link to my suggested new bar snack supplier, as the previously posted video was removed for some reason.
You’re welcome.
Wiemar 2.0, fun for the whole family!
Ah, Reddit.
[ Eye twitches. ]
TikTok bleeps many obscene words, like “suicide” and “sex.”
It also bleeps “feminists.”
They’re not wrong.
That alone is enough to make her anathema to the left.
Truly a blessing to the world.
They just can’t help themselves.
Not unfermented.
My vote is for the one with averted eyes.
“It’s a good basic axiom that if you take a quart of ice-cream and a quart of dog faeces and mix ’em together the result will taste more like the latter than the former.” — Mark Steyn
#WOODCHIPPERGOBRRRR
I’m sure I’ve been told, quite emphatically, that “sex work is work.”
Ah, the key of H.
For whom?
From what I can make out – and the rules of progressivism do seem to change every other Tuesday – it’s totally fab and groovy for eleven-year-old children to whore themselves in order to pay for “affirming” mutilations, because “sex work is work.” But it’s utterly gasp-inducing that a buxom 29-year-old actress should make the most of her assets while everything is still optimally positioned.
I don’t often get to use the word buxom.
Regarding Professor Amy Wax, mentioned here recently, a catch-up interview.
Regarding which.
It’s been a long time since David has linked to this site.
It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced this sort of intrusion.
(One of the “features” of attending an urban mixed-race public school.)
[ Ups price of drinks. ]
Relevant
How long has it been since we’ve had an Archbishop of Canterbury who was not deserving of contempt?