Friday Ephemera (828)
Confounding house numbers, 1961. || “Dad, you can carry big rocks.” || Dawn upwardsness. || It’s possible they went too far. || The formidable Miss Whiplash. || Boy Wonder, big pants, Batman in a jam, 1943. || “Photography not permitted.” || Japanese people encounter Marmite. || Mole relocation. || For manly striding. || “White empiricism” oppresses magic black womanliness, claims bint featured here. || At last, Star Wars… in Welsh. || Mauler parses the moral logic of the latest Spider-Man film. || It’s all in the neck. || Look away now. || The Englishwoman and the Horse, 1981. || Visible roots. || A tour of ancient Rome. || You want one and you know it. || I’m not sure what to call this. || For children of all ages. || Blinky. || And finally, the thrill of smoking toad venom. “Relax,” says he. “Feel the love.”
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but why
So, is that our host on the left, or right?
A misanthrope’s joke.
No jury in the world …
*ribbit*