Friday Ephemera (835)
Vertical filing solution, 1937. || You want one and you know it. || Hosing is hard. || Hello, children. || Shakespeare’s horror story. || Hitachi K-88 portable television, 1978. || Place in food chain negotiation. || A minimum of 30 seconds. Because keeping one eye on your watch is just what you want. || Bach in the rain. || In a bun. || Vibrancy and enrichment. || Value added. || The thrill of having kidneys. || Question asked. || Coquettish stance adopted. || A stroll around Castleton, not too far from here. || It’s all in the hips. Though I’m not sure about the colour. || On choosing a TV set, 1964. || His is bigger. || Keyboard configuration. || For those so inclined, only $13,000. || It says “Portland sports bra riot.” || This tale of a puppy’s encounters with human beings starts in a dark place, but it does get better.
And as this is fundraising week, which keeps this place here, do feel free to make use of the tip jar.





You have been warned.
Cope’s Rule for cars
“amount of light”?
And as this is fundraising week, which keeps this place here, do feel free to make use of the tip jar.
The utility bill just landed and it wasn’t as horrible as I’d budgeted for, so here’s a few coins towards my bar tab.
Middle-of-the-night PING! to start your Friday off right…
Sounds like a miniature steam calliope.
Lovely.
More banquette than coquette.
Oh dear, David’ll have the price of cotton balls up again.
Try this instead.
Very well done!
Had very enjoyable family holiday here, back in the day, couldn’t pluck up the nerve to take the tour of the Blue John mines though
Would.
Band name.
Morning, all.
Bless you, madam. May you always have fragrant anti-static tumble dryer sheets.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Heh.
It is. Especially the first half, the Macbeths rise to power. Denzel Washington is very watchable, and Frances McDormand and Kathryn Hunter are excellent.
The “diverse” casting may be a little distracting, though. Denzel Washington’s performance is solid, to be clear, but the idea of eleventh century Scotland teeming – positively teeming – with people of African descent is a bit much.
“These posts are protected”
Ah, that’s a pity. Not easy to summarise what it was. It was a mad visual thing, a comical first-person point of view. Basically, a Portland lesbian bar, transgender Antifa, ludicrous scuffling and lots of people pepper-spraying each other.
I can’t find another copy of the same clip, which was a tad surreal, but the general mayhem can be viewed here.
Ah, found a copy. Link updated.
“Oh you got me”
I think it’s the combination of the lens and the woman repeatedly falling over. It has an almost dreamlike quality. Like some bad AI render.
An actual shit sandwich.
Belated ker-ching!
Bless you, sir. May wasps never venture indoors.
One of the perfect pop songs of the past century continues to deliver.
That’s some basso profondo.
It does have dry cleaning bill written all over it.
I wonder if she learned anything.
And by “one of the perfect” I mean in this company:
“Peg” by Steely Dan
“September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire
“25 or 6 to 4” by Chicago
“Country Roads” by John Denver
“Jolene” by Dolly Parton
“Birdhouse in Your Soul” by They Might Be Giants
“Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers
“At Last” by Etta James
“Stayin’ Alive” by the Brothers Gibb
“Sugar, Sugar” by the Archies
“Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond
“I’m a Believer” by the Monkees
“Eres tú” by Mocedades
“Mais que nada” by Sergio Mendes
“My City Was Gone” by The Pretenders
“Dancing Queen” by ABBA
“This Masquerade” by George Benson
“Your Mama Don’t Dance” by Loggins and Messina
“Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson
“One Night in Bangkok” by Murray Head
“Fooling Yourself” by Styx
“Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” by The Police
“Invisible Touch” by Genesis
“Kodachrome” by Paul Simon
“Happy Together” by The Turtles
“Respect” by Aretha Franklin
“Never Can Say Goodbye” by The Jackson 5
“Jessica” by The Allman Brothers
“Rapture” by Blondie
OK that’s not a comprehensive list, but you get the idea.
That’s the second time I’ve seen that move today. Someone provokes someone bigger and stronger, and the bigger person grabs them and flips them onto the ground.
Not to injure them but to give them a sense of what they’re dealing with, maybe break their momentum.
I can’t say it’s a bad move.
The obvious alternative being a broken jaw.
It reminded me of this.
In which the young ladies have some ‘girl power’ illusions shattered; one foolish girl gets an inkling of what it’s like to be hit by a bus; and the equally foolish boy is presumably left feeling pretty shit too.
Was also reminded of a particularly sociopathic fifteen-year-old girl at my state secondary school. She found great amusement in randomly slapping or sucker-punching boys, assuming they wouldn’t retaliate because she was just a girlie. It was her thing, a way to impress her friends.
She tried it with me and ended up on the floor crying.
There are a few actors where I don’t mind “diverse” casting, and Denzel Washington is one of them. Morgan Freeman is another.
For some reason it doesn’t jar like it does in nearly every other case. They have a sort of gravitas that counters it.
During the first half or so of the film, it isn’t an issue. Washington’s performance is central and strong and you don’t really register any racial incongruity. But I found it slightly distracting later on, when we spend more time with Macduff and his ill-fated family. At this point, about 30% of Scotland is black. And Corey Hawkins isn’t sufficiently compelling as Macduff to compensate.
As noted before, the problem, I think, is that the “diverse” casting is a reminder of modernity, of the multicultural now, which is at odds with the illusion, however fantastical, of eleventh century Scotland.
And contrary to rumour, it’s okay to notice this.
Sometimes just to mess around my dad would grip one of my wrists fairly tightly, and I’d try to twist out of his grip with no success. Then he’d grab my other wrist and place both wrists in his one hand, and I was similarly helpless against a far superior grip strength.
He inflicted no injury, but he did impress on me that men’s superior strength is not socially constructed, and that a man who actually wanted to do me harm would have little problem overpowering me.
Fellas? If you have daughters, it’s your job to give them tangible evidence of superior male strength in a safe environment. Let them physically experience the strength differential so that they won’t be fooled by Summer Glau and Lucy Lawless kicking male anatomy with their flimsy limbs.
You might could save their lives.
[ Slides bag of random used screws to Dicentra. ]
Random ad break.
There was an incident in Rio de Janeiro some years ago, in which a mugger tried to rob a woman waiting for a cab, unaware that she was a mixed martial arts fighter of some repute. It did not go well for him.
Although the story – and the photo of the mugger looking, shall we say, worse for wear – was (a) funny, and (b) morally satisfying, the circumstances were quite unusual. And it was funny in large part because that doesn’t usually happen.
Coquettish stance adopted
”Hey sailor, looking for a Good Time?” 🤦🏻♂️
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That can’t possibly be true David. Portland is the land of Inclusion and tolerance!
Unlikely.
No, she doesn’t strike me as the learning type.
And in disgruntled eproctophile news.
The CPUSA has weighed in on that Massachusetts lesbian bar story.
I swear, every commie has a crank in the middle of his or her back: Turn the crank and nothing but formulaic blather comes out. Every damny time.
Perfect, but not a pop tune.
On the subject of George Benson, a Bobby Womack tune Benson made a staple cover but done right.
There are days when I think the discovery of fire might well have been a mistake.
Yes, but on the upside, I did get a chance to use the words disgruntled eproctophile.
That doesn’t happen every day, you know.
I ought to get a badge or something. Achievement unlocked, as they say.
I fear we’ve opened a portal into a whole other world.
After you, sir.