Friday Ephemera (767)
A compendium of near misses. || The thrill of automation. || Taken: The Musical. || Snugger than thou. || Augmented-reality surgery. || The machine uprising, day 10. || Bigger than yours. || How to scare children. || I have a question for the ladies. || Modern slutting woes. || You want one and you know it. || A lot can happen in two weeks. || The airport passenger you’ve always wanted. || A trip to the shops. || He has an all-pink apartment. || The progressive retail experience, parts 628 and 629. || “Don’t expect passing to get rid of your dysphoria.” Related. || You’re threatened by her creativity. || Rather overshadowing the task at hand. || A situation had arisen. || Trans wing of Antifa showing their inner loveliness. || The fangs are the icing on the nightmare cake. || An unorthodox fight scene.
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Pardon, but what creativity?
“Don’t expect passing to get rid of your dysphoria.”
Just spitballing here, but if you “transitioned” because you always knew you were a man, why do you need lessons on how to be a man?
Pro tip, if you need a tutor to act like the opposite sex, you aren’t.
Is the former a delayed reaction to the latter?
As someone who has shared a bed with a woman who has been through menopause twice*, I can say it feels more like hot coals than steam.
*Once was chemically induced when she was in her early 30s to fight severe endometriosis and the other has been in her natural mid 50s menopause.
Briggs is a true treat. His archived posts are well worth reading. His statistics tutorials helped me better understand much of the garbage that was being floated during the climate wars.
In between dressing up in school-girl clothing and harassing wait staff . . .
When did screaming ladies become a thing?
Always with the heifer ring. Why can’t they see how awful that looks?
If the conditions are right (cold air; bald head), yeah, it’s like that.
It’s actually an adrenaline surge. It’s not averse to kicking in just as you’re trying to fall asleep. It also gets triggered by exertion. I used to arrive at the office feeling like I’d dug a mile of ditches in late July in Alabama. I no doubt looked it, too.
If you’re going to decorate the fixture with little jellies, maybe choose a color other than yellow? A nice blue, maybe?
What’s it like to live in that head? I bet her whole life is like this, all day every day.
Would a wilderness retreat in Antarctica help?
“Taken: The Musical.”
Good but not quite reaching the heights of ‘The Thing: Musical Version’
Doesn’t really explain how so many in the progressive creative class – which is indeed a majority of those who are creative/arty/whatever – seem to fall uncritically, unoriginally, uncreatively for every ideologically left wing cliche that comes their way.
Isn’t that the machine uprising day 11…?
Morning, all.
Heh. That. In big letters.
[ Grunting, drags in cylinder of liquid nitrogen. ]
It would, in hindsight, fit the theme.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Good catch, madam.
Camerawork, not so much.
I might be able to handle going up, but the trip back down would probably do me in
Desperate measures.
No I am not.
But the hand waving and the nails attached to them suggest that I should probably make a wide berth
For those who missed it yesterday. Coming soon.
And so, a self-satisfied woman, a walking cliché and regurgitator of incantations, sneers at the “homogeny and conformity” of those who dare to disagree with her. She invokes “critical thinking” while showing no evidence whatsoever of autonomous mental activity. She then claims that her alleged creativity is a “threat” to “our current political, social, economic systems.” She is, we’re to believe, “politically defiant.” A shaker of worlds.
I’m still struggling with the idea that one could refer to oneself as creative, and therefore, by implication, superior, as if this were somehow not a thing done by utter twats.
Removed already.
Replaced with backup copy. Try now.
Coitado do cachorro! Foi realmente uma boa captura, e o trabalho de câmera foi realmente péssimo.
I feared for the integrity of the cardboard box.
And then the dog tries to get out of the box prematurely.
And then, of course, she drops the bloody box.
Still, at least we’re all awake now.
Not for long.
Who knew being an OF ho could have a downside?
Rather overshadowing the task at hand.
A simple bookcase is all that’s needed.
A compendium of near misses
The wee white trucky in the last clip is adorable.
Well, it isn’t entirely clear where the moral high ground is.
Pah. Decadent frippery. No furnishings of any kind. Nothing but bare tiles.
Then you can just hose it down.
It’s a delicate cognitive sleight of hand: completely trashing women’s natural interest in sexual morality while extracting Victorian clucking rights from the wreckage.
Always with the heifer ring. Why can’t they see how awful that looks?
That, and those random tiny shitty tattoos.
Following this.
Creativity without critical thinking, without filters. Ideas pop into their heads, but they are unable or unwilling to test the validity of those ideas. Granted, many of these “creative” people are not really creative, they merely say they are.
Somewhat related: Many years ago a professor remarked to me that “genius” is not exactly the same as “highly intelligent”: A genius can be defined as seeing (discovering) patterns that others miss, while intelligence is more about high level abstract thinking. Some people are geniuses in that they see patterns, but not exceptionally intelligent because they are not good at reasoning about what they see.
Hey, kiddies. Come sit with Bethany.
When weren’t screaming ladies a thing?
I’ll send myself to the regrooving chamber now.
Granted, many of these “creative” people are not really creative, they merely say they are.
Exactly, all turning out minor variations on the Approved By The Central Committee™ hackneyed dross.
Hard drive check on aisle 4…
You have to marvel at the ease with which normal safeguarding has been disassembled and inverted. Such that the kinds of men who should under no circumstances be allowed near children are now having small children brought to their laps.
That’s why they call it “dope”.
Racial bias in jury verdicts. I didn’t know about Singapore, though.
N.B., sans Fido
Well, yes, happily. But for a second there, it was an emotional rollercoaster.
You know how emotionally delicate I am.
Racial bias in jury verdicts.
Given what we have seen of the state of judiciary of late, I am not at all convinced that would render any improvement.
[ Dabs brow with tiny sponge. ]