Tipping Point
Or, A Little Something To Cover The Emotional Wear And Tear.
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Keep up the good work, David. Tip jar has been pinged.
Bless you, sir. May the rolls of leftover Christmas wrapping paper, stuffed right at the back of a closet and buried under numerous other neglected items, remain uncrumpled and perfectly usable twelve months later.
It’s a shame Penny Dreadful’s been quite lately. I enjoy your take-downs.
Ping.
Ping!
It’s a shame Penny Dreadful’s been quiet lately.
Apparently, she’s been working on a project with Joss Whedon, hence the relative quiet. Though I’m sure we’ll soon be treated to more of her mental outpourings. Comedy demands it.
Ping.
May your stylish slimline kitchen bin prove remarkably commodious and not in fact need emptying every bloody day.
Ping!
Bless you, sir. May you never discover that your new can of Oust has a defective nozzle, thereby impairing, at the worst possible time, your efforts to eliminate the odour of fried onions.
Oh, and in case it isn’t clear, open thread.
Speaking of the world of art, some religious people are offended and ululating, about “blasphemy”.
Right, good plan, chief.
Do not click here if you blow up at art you don’t like.
Ping.
Ping.
Bless you, madam. May your toaster never rattle due to an accumulation of scorched crumbs.
Meanwhile, in today’s exciting episode of “Everything is Rayciss”, Chapter 9876 of “Urban Millennials Pontificating On Things They Know Nothing About”.
she’s been working on a project with Joss Whedon
I suppose having used up Marti Noxon he’s moving on to another neurotic and self-deluded writer to steal all the credit from.
*kerching*
Thanks for the blogging (and sparing us from ads). I’ve put a little encouragement in the tip jar.
Bless you, madam, and bless you, sir. May your bookshelves and knick-knacks never need dusting. Because, well, dusting.
It occurs to me, belatedly, that I should have taken the time to write a list of new blessings before doing the fundraiser.
Dropped a little in the tip jar for all the good humour and relief from the madding crowds.
Perhaps you could put it towards some new entertainment while waiting for the next season of Bosch.
Dropped a little in the tip jar
Bless you, sir. May the shirt you’re planning to wear in approximately forty-five minutes always be fragrant and suitably ironed and never at the bottom of the laundry hamper.
some new entertainment
That rather depends on whether watching pretty twenty-somethings pretending to be angsty teenagers qualifies as entertainment. Didn’t one of the cast end up in prison?
3-hour films are ableist.
https://twitter.com/OrwellNGoode/status/1125427307831754752
3-hour films are ableist.
“…a three hour runtime represents an unspoken stumbling block…”
I am trying to figure out what the hell that tweet is supposed to mean, given that sitting and watching a movie doesn’t exactly require a lot in the way of accommodation, the only way a “disabled” person might possibly have an “unspoken stumbling block” for a three hour movie compared to anyone else is if the “disability” is having a prostate the size of a cantalope.
if the “disability” is having a prostate the size of a cantalope.
Can you say Greenlight Laser Therapy for Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia? I can.
Without it I couldn’t have made it through the “Coming Attractions” (pun not intended) part of the movie.
“unspoken stumbling block” for a three hour movie
Interestingly, Lawrence of Arabia, Sound of Music and Gone With the Wind, all movies clocking in 3+ hours had actual intermissions.
As this doesn’t happen any more, I take responsibility for myself to refrain from liquids prior to a long movie and nothing during it if I don’t want to get up and stumble over people on the way to the restroom.
(three kidneys)
This is MY issue, not anyone else’s. #smh
all movies clocking in 3+ hours had actual intermissions.
…and Dr. Zhivago. The intermission is actually on the DVD. They play a medley of music from the movie over the back drop of a Siberian winter scene with the word “Intermission” in a large font size in the middle of the screen.
My assistants, Bonnie and Connie, have informed me that Lady Godiva and her Mother Hen are on the way to Blighty.
Didn’t one of the cast end up in prison?
Allison Mack and Kristin Kreuk were banged up for participating in the NXIVM sex slavery ring. Adds a bit of a frisson to those earlier episodes.
Mack looks to be flipping on the cult leader, but Kreuk seems to have skated. I swear, that woman has Polaroids.
Smallville is a typical CW show, yes, but every episode is stuffed full to bursting with references to obscure DC comics trivia. It’s a fun visual scavenger hunt. And it created the template that every DC-based TV show has followed since.
…every DC-based TV show…
Speaking of comic book shows, Marvel announces their next blockbuster.
the jokes, they write themselves … once you get past the eye-bleach.
…once you get past the eye-bleach.
OK, so there are times wearing MOPP4 inside a BHL4 suit are appropriate. However…
Leaders and thinkers, right, another reason why I am moving to a mountain top with a moat and a fence with triple strand concertina.
That won’t help if the mailman comes down with Ebola. 😄
Adds a bit of a frisson to those earlier episodes.
I vaguely recall there was very little super-doing and lots of moping about. It also seemed to be the gayest not-technically-gay show on TV at the time.
Trust me, I’m a doctor.
Redefining straightness:
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Thanks for keeping tabs on the bedlamites and being a gracious host. Small token of esteem on its way.
Small token of esteem on its way.
Bless you, sir. May you know the small joy of remembering that you can go for a pee while still listening to YouTube videos, thanks to wireless ear buds.
Theodore Dalrymple on the policing of pronouns:
And speaking of words that are verboten.
And speaking of words that are verboten.
“Dr.” Bacon tells us it is OK to be Brobdingnagian – the jokes, they write themselves. From her twits we learn Fat People Must Become A Priority For The Left.
Gets out Enigma machine and UNIVAC…nope still can’t decipher that mess. But wait, that’s not all.
I would never imagined such a thing. Really, my surprise is complete.
Resistance, yeah, that Tumblr post will stick it to The Man™. OK, if you say so.
“…none of us were intended to survive.” What utter bullshit. Yep, the new Pentaverate of the Mayo Clinic, Jane Fonda, Pfizer, Disney, and the UN meet tri-annually at a secret gym in Nepal to discuss methods of erasing fat bodies in their spaces (to use their social science Choctaw).
RTWT, our author is one Da’Shaun Harrison who is “a nonbinary abolitionist and organizer in Atlanta, GA”. Abolitionist, what pretentious twaddle. “Quick ! Hide here, we’ll save you from portion control and that exercise program”.
our author is one Da’Shaun Harrison who is “a nonbinary abolitionist and organizer in Atlanta, GA”.
A recurring theme of woke posturing – pretty much its signature – is the displacement of responsibility, often in ways that are perverse or delusional:
And variations thereof.
It’s only a matter of time until these nutters denounce Star Wars’ Jabba the Hutt for “fat shaming.”
Tip jar hit. Should cover a decent red. 🙂
Should cover a decent red.
Bless you, sir. May the aforementioned wireless ear buds remain securely in your ears while you’re peeing and not… well, best not to dwell on the alternatives.
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FAT FOLKS CARRY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORK IN THESE SPACES WHILE OUR BODIES AND MATERIAL REALITIES ARE CONTINUALLY OTHERED AND WRITTEN OFF
WTAF does any of that mean? Speaking as one of an increasingly portly persuasion, I look forward to leftists taking an interest in my wellbeing and championing my views, which they will love.
Interestingly, Lawrence of Arabia, Sound of Music and Gone With the Wind, all movies clocking in 3+ hours had actual intermissions.
I saw a Wagner opera for the first time recently and was slightly concerned by the hefty run time. However we had 3 acts of around 1hr 15 mins each and 20 mins in between to limber up, have a drink and visit the loo. Very civilised. They should try this for MCU films. Or even better, close down the entire benighted project and make some films that aren’t utter bollocks.
Oh yes, and.. ping!
ping!
Bless you, sir. May you never receive an Amazon notification informing you of a delivery driver “three stops away” while you’re halfway across town in a checkout queue.
WTAF does any of that mean?
The best the Enigma machine and UNIVAC combined could come up with is, “Me and the rest of us morbidly obese types are owed a living by you saps who manage to stay within two standard deviations of normal weight, and not only should you praise and admire our bulk, but make your world conform to our wants and needs.”
The machines could be wrong, they are pretty old and it is hard to find the right weight whale oil for the Enigma gears or correct tubes for the UNIVAC (best I could do was from an old Fender Twin Reverb). They came up with the same sort of thing with a couple of word changes for furries, the gender nuts, all of EF, and so on.
“I saw a Wagner opera for the first time recently and was slightly concerned by the hefty run time…”
How about the hefty Valkyries? (rim shot) They were never envisaged as tiny little Buffy the Vampire Slayer waifs.
I saw a Wagner opera for the first time recently and was slightly concerned by the hefty run time.
Sing Faster.
a three hour runtime represents an unspoken stumbling block
The phrase “unspoken stumbling block” is ableist twice over at least. What about those who can’t speak, or can’t hear? And the use of the word “stumbling” in the context of purportedly caring for the differently abled – I literally cannot even.
Which also sounds a bit ableist come to think of it.
I forget where I found this:
But not entirely unfair, I think.
It’s so annoying when people spazz out over expressions like “stumbling block.”
A Little Something To Cover The Emotional Wear And Tear
You work hard for the money…
Happy to help!