Friday Ephemera (841)

Not, it seems, alone. (h/t, Mr Muldoon) || Lady doings. || Get a dog, they said. || A guide to Norway’s fancier toilets. || So, can you tell what it is yet? || Chicken hypnosis, 1923. || You may begin shenanigans, she said. || Sugar butter. || Bold overtaking. || Testing vintage nutcrackers. || Party toast. || He wants to lecture you on “disgusting and wrongheaded ideas,” and he uses the word perverse. || The progressive retail experience, parts 768, 769, 770, 771, 772 and 773. || Snap, crackle, pop. || Paradiddling. || Big sleeping things. || The robots are coming. || The Restroom Archive, an interactive repository of toilets. Includes graffiti and discolouring. (h/t, Tacky Raccoons) || Modernity, baby. || These are some of these. || A tiny noise. || Artefacts of note. || And finally, how to spell seventeen.

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