Friday Ephemera (785)
I believe this is called making biscuits. || Tape bowing ensemble. || Big thing incoming. || It’s a Bay Area vibe, man. || Heavy breathing detected. || Deed. || I was unaware of Amish weed. || World Diddling Championship, 1974. (h/t, Mr Snowdon) || Fondling the faucet. || I think these ladders must be faulty. || Discourse was attempted. || The end of cash, 1969. || Change of heart. || Quiet part, out loud. || A searchable archive of 10,000 historical children’s books. || Newcomerliness. || Invitation of note. || Space-age pad, 1976. (h/t, Things) || The unspanked – or if you prefer, the unpunched. || Proverbial knife to a gunfight. || Plot twist. || The progressive retail experience, parts 667, 668, 669 and 670. || Instructions of note. Or, wisdom hard won. || And finally, fun for all the family.
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I’ll go out on a limb and say “lack of inspections and preventive maintenance.”
How about a .45 calibre dum-dum called “my phone”?
“As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain,
I take look at my wife and she’s smoking that Mary-Jane.”
Well, David, do they?
Please tell me this is satire.
That was unexpected.
The pathologies most commonly found among men are depicted routinely. They’re a staple of our modern drama, literature, etc. They’re certainly not unknown. The female variants – expressions of wickedness more typical of women – somewhat less so, I think. Wasn’t always the case.
Microsoft.
It’s so tiresome, international edition
“A searchable archive of 10,000 historical children’s books.”
Oh, many pleasant hours will be passed here…
Trash panda is now in-the-walls panda.
“Denver communists”
Morning, all.
From what I can make out, the shouty, cross-dressing communists are upset about the existence of a coffee shop named Drip Café, whose Christian owners aren’t sufficiently enthusiastic about gay marriage, but are still welcoming of gay customers, and who don’t believe that mentally ill men can somehow become women. Even men who go for the whole meth-whore-in-fishnets look.
The café’s owners use their profits to subsidise a homeless shelter.
The scene does, I think, capture something of our times.
I suppose it’s worth pondering whether you’d rather be stuck in a car on a long journey with the coffee shop owners, or with the shouty, cross-dressing communists.
For reference purposes.
Do not eat isopods. Take this guy’s word for it.
The trans suicide myth (TSM), debunked again.
Also, once again, ill-fitting shoes.
And when you’re hoping to sway opinion and convey your righteousness, it always helps to have a weirdly vulgar message on your crop top.
Good to know.
[ Writes note. Underlines. ]
Laughed, not sorry.
Another request for judgment: This woman’s message is good, but I don’t think she’s actually a lifelong Dem. She sounds like a Republican posing as a Dem to tell Dems what she thinks they should learn from the assassination.
I say that because she doesn’t have the affect of someone who is feeling the scales fall from her eyes, or who feels betrayed by her fellows, or who is angry at being lied to for so long.
She expresses ideas about mob mentality and the cult practice of cutting off family and friends the way we would on the right. I doubt many women her age on the left even know what mob mentality is or why it’s bad. That’s something Gen X and older have known but it’s not something that gets talked about any more.
Thank you
I just read that (now that it’s large enough to see the letters) and it’s uncanny how poorly they understand how they’re perceived, but I guess poor self-perception is at the root of the whole thing, innit?
[ Slides deeply brown banana to Dicentra. ]
For instance.
Were I a baker, I’d mash it into batter and make banama bread.
Band name.
That made my morning. Thank you, barkeep.
I know, I know. I spread joy wherever I go.
I rather like the way that, after his high-altitude ordeal, our would-be Icarus throws down the ladders, as if they were defective and the cause of his woes. Who knew hanging washing* was so hazardous?
*I’m guessing.
Also, the use of Bach was inspired.
And in this-is-my-shocked-face news:
Today’s word, I think, should be inevitable.
When you play Diversity Über Alles.
Perfect symbolism.
From 1975.
Flee, little kittens, flee.
It does rather suggest someone who believes, and perhaps has every reason to believe, that he’s exempt from both civilised behaviour and normal consequences.
Say, like being given the necessary level of public kicking until he learns. Before being directed, quite firmly, to the nearest airport.
Again, “You’re lucky to be here. Behave accordingly.“
O, Wunderbar!
I’m serious, this is my weekend taken care of.
Just looking at this one from 1785:
Mentoria, or, The young ladies instructor in familiar conversations, on moral and entertaining subjects : calculated to improve young minds in the essential, as well as ornamental parts of female education
Dialogue IX is on the sciences (a topic for the instruction of young ladies that may be unexpected for some at least).
I was hoping someone would find that entertaining.
Raving, but quietly.
Please tell me this is satire.
Rule 34 remains undefeated.
Hindquarters detected.
Classical studies, but with a little more cross-dressing fetishism than usual.
And finally, fun for all the family
Hey, hear me out – there are times when being able to assume a better angle helps things along.
We’ve all been there.
[ Room falls silent, everyone stares at Stephanie. ]
Until he learns to fear the consequences of angering Europeans. Terror-level fear, which requires that the beatings be not only immediate but prolonged and agonizing.
The hold of a poorly maintained cargo ship seems more appropriate.
It’s time for the luck to run out.
Victor Davis Hanson has said, more than once, that university classics departments have been largely taken over by leftists who have little but contempt for actual Classical Greece and seek only to distort and falsify historical documents to advance leftism and racism and sexual perversity.
Our Betters seem to have no conception of the scale of the course correction required in order to avert further rapid, and ultimately catastrophic, decline. Even the words “You’re lucky to be here. Behave accordingly” seem likely to induce gasping and eye-twitching.
As if even the notion of civilisational self-respect were anathema.
“Jews are banned from the premises. Nothing personal, not even anti-Semitism, I just can’t stand you.”
More here:
Maybe he sympathizes with the Gaza Nazis because their defeat reminds him of how the Allies justifiably reduced Nazi Germany to rubble.
Do not eat isopods…
I don’t want to know how this clown knows this, but if you are stupid enough to eat roly-polys, I guess nothing is off the table – literally and figuratively,
Meanwhile, Netflix and Disney are fighting over the rights for this reboot of “So I Married an Axe Murderer.
In other news, our betters fretted over the splorn crop. (language alert)
Elsewhere, “My pronouns are she/her and I will only accept these pronouns”.