Friday Ephemera (757)
Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Substantial component. || I have questions. || Drywall toast, a project for dads everywhere. || He doesn’t practise a relationship model. || Odd dog. || Our Betters deploy adhesive tape. || Children of privilege gather in woods, howl about their chains. || Patient of note. || The dog ate her pretend penis. || Modern-day palm reading. || A library of computer-games magazines. (h/t, Things) || Man commits murder, flees scene, then phones police to complain about being “misgendered” in a supermarket. || At last, transgender candles. || Weaponised astrology. || You want one and you know it. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Tinned fish recipes. || It’s fine. || Freed. || On Mills & Boon, 1981. || Eighty-three minutes of Mrs Thatcher. || And finally, not smoking, just misting.
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Should David keep one behind the bar?
“You leadless pencil”
If only it were permanent.
Too little, too late.
The concern for the dog’s well-being is underwhelming.
Grotesquely fascinating.
*snerk*
But what do the bottom surgery candles smell of?
I’m thinking about the palm payments in China and part of me is alarmed, but part of me thinks it’s a good way to prevent fraud and also to solve the problem of losing your card or phone.
It’s the Chinese, tho. It must be some clever way to control people. Imagine if they decided to debank you. You couldn’t go apply for a palm print from somewhere else.
Morning, all.
“Now your home can smell of cadaverine too!”
On journalism, the media, and public trust:
With bonus charts and statistics!
[ Slurps coffee. ]
I’ll take two.
I’m a little scared to ask if they are scented….
Well played, sir.
Under ‘Shellfish and eels’ the first recipe is for….octopus. Which is neither of those things.
Today’s word, since you ask, is Rubenesque.
Professor Emeritus of Sociology.
Her brave little foot soldiers.
Cinema ceiling collapses during screening of Captain America: Brave New World. Happily, the two people watching the film were not hurt.
No laughing at the back.
Thanks for that. Perfect for my (train) commute.
I’ve posted it before, years ago, but I think it bears rewatching. It’s a useful history lesson and a nimble shredding of quite a few myths. It’s also worth seeing just for the comically disingenuous squirming of Mary Warnock and Neil Kinnock.
As I said in the original thread, the film omits some of the less flattering details, but it conveys quite vividly why Thatcher was both an outsider and very popular, and it reminds the viewer of just how grim and absurd the reality that faced her (and us) was.
The UK’s slide into socialism had prompted Helmut Schmidt, then German Chancellor, to describe Britain as “no longer a developed country.” Given the number of people, especially younger people, who seem to regard Thatcher as some inexplicable act of vandalism, a Demon Queen, the context Durkin provides is rather welcome.
No idea if that’s real or AI…
Plenty of meat on this one, too.
Just sayin’.
Odd dog.
We’re gonna need a bigger rotisserie.
At last, transgender candles
For the love of God, tell me they’re not scented.
More confusing details about the Australian food chain. You’re welcome.
Is there a Hot Crazy Matrix for cars?
“Assume a spherical chicken in a vacuum.”
“I said in a vacuum.”
Jill Rogan’s snake was feeling fine.
Ate three red bras from off the line…
@PST, you buggered the link:
Is there a Hot Crazy Matrix for cars?
Try this one
Good to know the womenfolk’s bras are not in danger.
[ Hangs head in shame. ]
They should check on him in ten years and see how that’s going.
Well, yes, Quite. That’s the thing about modish alternatives to conventional coupling. They do tend to be unstable and prone to crumbling. Not least because of the kinds of people to whom they appeal.
It reminded me of the clowns who gush about squatting as a lifestyle, and “shared” or “communal” childcare, children “raised by communities,” as if the transient misfits in question would still be around in five or ten years.
Another day, another thing that doesn’t happen.
Hold my calls.