Friday Ephemera (766)
Scenes of a kind I’m struggling to categorise. || Six Greenlandic ice cubes, only $100. || For the detectives of tomorrow, a crime-scene doll’s house. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || Dressing for pleasure. || Question asked, answered. || Question asked, answered 2. || When you’re an asshole. || Some bending, thumbs up. || The thrills of Portuguese public transport. Previously and related. || And it’s posture-optimised. || Improbable portraiture. || The many penises of the Bayeux Tapestry. || Butterfly repair job. || Lithium brine. || For all you chess enthusiasts. || Quivering meat. || You want one and you know it. || The endless war against chili seeds. || Incoming. || Incoming 2, 3. || Man down. || At last, a gold-melting ATM, for all your ooh-while-we’re-here gold-melting needs.
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Running on fumes.
No hot showers 50 years ago? (in the UK)
Yikes, really?
The beluga whale of fixtures.
If it hasn’t had tomato soup thrown on it is it art?
Getting the insurance company to pay the claim must be interesting.
Isn’t ‘penes’ the plural?
From a “doll’s house” to “ProtectTheDolls”…
I saw what you did there.
Meet the Frockers
A commenter points out that all three octane lights are blinking, so the pump isn’t pumping yet.
Though he’s got the green dispenser in his mouth, which is diesel.
Still, staged.
As the commenters point out, some CSI episodes concerned miniatures of crime scenes. (701 and 702).
I would imagine that feather segment is many times heavier than the original wing, but kudos to the bug for making it work for him.
That has a huge potential for being really sketchy. What, you toss in your jewelry and it produces the cash equivalent? Who can say whether the assay is accurate or if it’s calibrated to cheat you blind.
I see what you did there.
Called ‘imping’ when done on captive birds of prey, but never seen it used on butterflies before!
Morning, all.
A situation had arisen.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
One or five?
You have five seconds to answer.
Thank goodness black is slimming.
Similar concern covered by the beat combo Flight Of The Conchords a few years ago https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk1kwfK848Y
I bet she looks really sexy trying to walk up stairs.
Ah, the aphrodisiac properties of asthmatic wheezing.
At that point, just go back to the hole-in-the-floor Asian design.
Laughed, not sorry.
And it is quite practical advice.
If you fall off from 50 feet up that crash helmet won’t do much good.
Still want one though.
Ours is an age of irony.
Good thing Vantablack comes in a spray can.
Thank goodness black is slimming.
I see she opened a secondary market for those guys who do the vinyl car wraps. I bet the color shift would be stunning.
Might finally be possible to do a proper Gene Wolfe costume.
*orders chilli seed remover*
An invitation.
Always respect the media.
More on those doll houses
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/frances-glessner-lee-crime-scence-forensics-investigation-dioramas
Not entirely unrelated.
That clip looks old, it probably refers to 1960s in the UK when electric showers became popular, so, assuming he’s just talking about ordinary folks rather than then rich, then, yes, Yikes!
Short quiz. Motoring themed.
If it refers to the 1960s as 50 years ago, that places the clip circa 2010. It seems odd to view something from 15 years ago as old.
[ Applies moisturiser to archives. ]
[ Applies moisturiser to self. ]
And hydrostatic shock.
Slimming properties of black: it is amazing what delusion can do. To the non-deluded hetero male, this causes retching.
Lost and found.
I know people who took care of dementia parents in their home. Had to hide car keys because they would try to drive away. Up half the night. Just a nightmare.
I did run across something on the internet about hot showers verifying what you say. That’s comedian Jimmy Carr, who was born in 1972.
Lip-gloss-related threat of note.
Don’t think she needs to worry.
He wishes!
The delusion is strong in this one.
Do they really think we can’t tell? Maybe the demand for endless affirmation is because they know they’re pretending, and that’s all it will ever be, no matter how many chemical cocktails they swallow or how much plastic surgery they subject their bodies to (if they even bother to go that far).
Presumably, he imagines himself a temptress, an erotic vision. Though I suspect a more typical reaction is weird, tragic, broken.
Something along those lines.
Where ever she walks she looks likes she’s trying to walk up stairs.
And in faeces news.