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.
One would hope not.
In a manner of speaking.
You just don’t get this over at Worstall’s place.
It is, it turns out, possible to learn too much about human beings.
Note to self.
We?
Asylum seekers, only the best and brightest.
Meanwhile, Gospodin Racoons steers us to fabulous Cairo, city of antiquities, mystery, and wonder.
And in trying-to-outdo-the-media-for-sheer-contemptibility news.
dicentra: your dad holding wrists: I did exactly this with my 3 girls to try to get the point across and I am just average size guy. I have had 3 different women hit me in the chest or shoulder so I did not hit them back but hey ladies WTF? The shoulder hit the woman misunderstood a joke and was pissed and hit me 3 times as hard as she could. Was I hurt? No. Was I shocked? Yes. Was it at church? Yes. Was her husband watching? Yes. Was he smirking? Yes. People…
David: bag of random used screws you say? pass em over!
“Innocent face” post coming up I bet…
Your host, right this minute.
I wonder how they got all that on top of those buildings.
I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I’m sure they were big manly tears.
I’ll just leave these here.
A rant about McDonald’s.
I dunno how accurate it is–don’t eat there–but I have noticed the blandness.
And speaking of blandness, I recall seemingly endless complaints that McDonald’s was garish and tacky, not like sophisticated Europe where we vacation every summer and winter.
Meanwhile, from The International Journal of Confrirmational Observations, a meta study.
Jane, like most liberals, refuses to honestly face reality.
It’s as if she is either unaware of, or uninterested in, the entirety of human history.
Wayne comments.
“@nytimes, @CNN.”
It’s curious, to say the least, how those who like to listen to themselves denouncing selfishness, which they construe as conservative or “right wing,” will simultaneously tie themselves in moral knots in order to champion those who are pathologically selfish. Creatures defined by their utter disregard for anyone else.
Examples abound.
Random ad break 2.
Related:
Sometimes, of course – quite often, in fact – they are those creatures.
Regarding immigration, my new go-to is to get my opponent going about how desirable a place New Zealand is, and how they think they might move there someday. How great the government must be. Then we wonder how it is that way. Then I wonder aloud if the $3 million upfront cost of a permanent residence visa might have some bearing on the question. Or the $300,000 cost of a temporary worker’s visa, perhaps. And how maybe other countries could be as wonderful by using similar techniques.
Reactions are frequently gratifying even if they include a certain amount of spluttering.
Unfortunately, a fair number of the “rescued dog” videos online are staged to promote the rescue operation fund raising. I haven’t looked at this particular one, but …
[ Suggestively dips spoon into bowl of strawberries, raspberries, double cream, Greek yoghurt, and cherry compote. ]
I may be some time.
Well, now we all know where those massive profits are going…
Wanye
[ Scrapes spoon around bowl in a loud, entirely gratuitous fashion. ]
THESE ARE EFFING METRIC
I’m not buying a whole new set of wrenches.
YES, “wrenches,” because you use them to wrench things with. There’s no spanning involved, EVER.
Wearing a diaper?
KINK SHAMING.
If it’s called “Breezin’,” it needs to flow smoothly, like Benson’s guitar.
I’m afraid the version you linked is raspy and rolls on square wheels.
“This is not an opinion piece. These are peer-reviewed studies.”
Peer-review, whatever value it may once have had, is just soggy biscuit with citations.
Well, jazz/blues fusion is not pop, I’ll grant you that, but then The Radiators (NOLA, not Oz) were actual musicians.
It does, just not in the elevator music way as Benson’s version from the album of the same name, if you prefer there is version a mix of rap and ’70s sitcom intro verson.
MUSIC FIGHT! MUSIC FIGHT!
It’s just so tedious.
Is there such a thing as metric screwdrivers?
[ Borrows David’s innocent face. ]
“Tramp stamp”.
I keep increasing my estimate of the percent of the population we can do without.
I read that as disgruntled erectophile. My bad.
So I pay for “Super Grok” and this is the service I get. No patience for those Simon Webb videos but I do value the content, so I often ask grok to summarize the video, which is fine. Grok however, regarding interactions with it in general, gives me flashbacks to my teenage years when I start sounding like my mother.
Paleoproctophile?
Next door to the Indian jewelry shop, where one might be able to buy trinkets made from cow dung.
Deport him? Only after de-aliving him.
De-alive this one, too.
What the hell is it with Nigerian immigrants? Simon Webb might help us understand.
Yes, for metric Allen screws among other types.
But Our Host hasn’t progressed past Philips screws.
[ MacGyver has entered the chat with a roll of duct tape]
National Association for the Advancement of Criminal People.