Friday Ephemera (677)
The burger commercial we deserve. || I believe this is what’s known as booty. || “The aesthetics of the scrotum is little explored.” || Regarding lyrics. Somewhat related. || The Nostromo aesthetic. The videos about Kubrick are also worth a peek. || Slappy face. || Suboptimal road surface. || Communing with asphalt. || It’s a sport like any other. || Pulitzer Prize. || I did not know they do that. || Do you like what you see? || Snug manoeuvre. || Never, you say. || She wanted “water and a cigarette.” || Choose wisely. || And what instrument do you play? || Today’s word is pursuit. || Pronouns, obviously. || Her pronouns, however, are way more complicated, so I guess she wins. || The perils of imported Monster Munch. || Feathered creature hears things. || And finally, in uplifting news, the wonders that make-up can do.
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“As a naval officer I abhor the implication that the Royal Navy is a haven for cannibalism. It is well known that we have the problem relatively under control, and that it is the R.A.F. who now suffer the largest casualties in this area.”
Palate cleanser needed: The Japanese Minister of Health will make you better. Or at least feel better.
Looks safe enough.
More Portland scenes. Where would we be without the Wise Progressive Minds that have created this utopia?
Deporting our ruling elites to Somalia is an increasingly appealing idea.
the wonders that make-up can do.
The wonders amputation can do.
Do you like what you see?
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of mummy-doesn’t-love-me blues
Reality it seems is just a dream
She couldn’t get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who’s just sixteen
And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice it’s my turn today
Elton John was prescient.
I see what you did there.
Today’s word is pursuit.
The non sped up version – still impressive
Morning, all.
Have these mad women never been told ‘no’?
Well, indeed. Something tells me that continual affirmation is not going to be helpful in the long run. Quite the opposite.
You know, for kids.
“Comments turned off” Natch.
Again, one has to wonder why so many people – usually white, middle-class ‘progressive’ women – seem to think that cartoonish transvestism is some unassailable, not-at-all-insulting shorthand for being gay. As if “story time drag queens” – a remarkable number of whom turn out to be registered sex offenders – were role models and natural objects of kinship.
As if being lurid and grotesque, or mentally ill, or a chronic molester of children, would be an obvious ambition. A way to feel good about oneself.
A lot can happen in 9 seconds.
Thanks for that. Still laughing.
It does rather capture something of our times.
Oh, and the dogmatic, tin-eared misreading of Baby, It’s Cold Outside has been mentioned here before.
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Scrota
Back in 1958 I was a student unpaid helper at the XVth International Congress of Zoology in London commemorating the centenary of something to do with Charles Darwin. At one of the side events a paper was presented of the effect of the flight or fight response on the testicular ascent and descent in rats. (Even back then, grant submissions were weird). Of course the effect on the rat’s scrotum was closely linked to the tightness or otherwise of the testicles.
The contribution that the 3rd author and only male should have made (or demonstrated) to his co-authors is that the change in the appearance of a scrotum can be very rapid depending on a host of factors and their pre-supposition of their being an ideal could never be achieved. A simple dunking of the test subjects in a cold bath would have been instructive.
One hopes the ladies enjoyed their experimentations, however.
That’s really good. “A demonstration, were one needed, of how rote feminism can bleach away any trace of subtlety.” 😀
Well, I think the points made in the post are actually fairly obvious. What’s remarkable is the dogmatism of those who tut and disapprove – these self-styled sophisticates, who applaud themselves for their own ignorance and inability to, you know, listen.
Did someone spike my drink?
Sound medical advice.
I’ll bet this is a real page turner.
Promises to be even more disgustingly awful than the Kirk/Spock fan fiction people showed me back in the 70’s. And more embarrassingly revealing of personality defects that should remain hidden.
Pulitzer Prize.
Women have front holes, only Potemkinwomen have vaginas, and more Deep Thought™ related to the above.
Or, People With Serious Mental Health Problems Have Serious Mental Health Problems.
Hm. Burger commercial seems a bit, well… French.
“– a remarkable number of whom turn out to be registered sex offenders –”
Interesting, that, as a seemingly common response ’round the interwebs is the line about “only 20 to 25 percent of registered sex offenders are lbgtq2sb3549″…
Maths is hard. Something like .3 are responsible for 20 percent of said crimes? Ain’t the snappy comeback some think it is.
As noted previously, the sexually dysmorphic, as a group, indulge in serious sexual offences, including paedophilia, at much higher rates than the wider population.
Ditto drag queens.
But hey, let’s listen to Charlize.
I’m fairly sure we’ve marvelled at this before, but still.
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
And in public toilet news.
Speaking of commercials, just saw a bud light one: pretty girl is carrying 5 glasses of beer through a crowded bar and is almost getting bumped multiple times. It is supposed to create a focus on the beer and for us to cheer when she makes it. Back to the old bud light world view with no trans in sight. Assumes we all have short memories.
Oh sure, it is “research” but just try asking randoms to look at your balls and see what happens.
The news I see there is the obvious intent. Otherwise…my high school, for the four years I was there ending in 1980, one boys’ stall, the one that you would be looking directly into as you turned the corner to enter, had no door. It broke or whatever and they never replaced it. Fortunately(?) on the side of campus, which at one time was a totally separate school, there was another bathroom. Fast forward 15-20 years I get involved in mentoring students at a high school near my work. First day I decide to stop in the boys’ room to adjust my tie and such I enter to find that all the stalls, not the urinals now, the proper toilet stalls, had “walls” between them that were only about three or four feet high. By design. No one care.
Kubrik: in high school my 2 buddies watched 2001 maybe 4 times on acid and then hopped in their car and drove out west. Looking for monoliths?
It’s amazing how many “liberals” self-nominate for the role of “person who should be seen as a danger to the community”.
Furthermore, crime is not a problem for downtown retailers in our major cities. We just have too many stores. These are business journalists. They don’t just make crap up, you know.
In short, no.
No refunds. Credit note only.
A burqa wouldn’t be of much assistance here.
Street sumo?
A good time was had by most.
I’m just going to leave this here and then bubble-wrap the breakables.
And finally, in uplifting news, the wonders that make-up can do.
Many such cases, along with the miracle of estrogen, of which there are also many such cases, along with wholesale delusions and/or very poor eyesight.
As an aside, for all the deluded and/or visually challenged, it is not hormone replacement therapy as you never had it to replace, it is hormone addition “therapy”.
Yes. Funny thing about that…
What? The doctors …”doctors”…can’t suck the testosterone out of the trannies’ bodies? Have they tried feeding them wedding cake?
“I’m literally a fucking 10”.
Unclear 10 what, but stopping a Jack-in-the-Box™ is on point, as the kids say.
Also – Weeezy, spelled wrong, but probably accurate.
Yeah, about that whole “eating my feelings” thing…
…about that whole “eating my feelings”…
In case anyone was queuing up to get with a 10, Wheeezy is another miracle of makeup and estrogen, just FYI.
And Jack in the Box®.
Lots of Jack in the Box®.
If that was Euro Truck Simulator, I’d have hit the wall three times and turned the truck on its side. Mind you, I’d have been doing at least 60.
Kudos for importing Monster Munch to heathen lands though.
Well, I say. She certainly looks healthy enough.
Going to have to watch that again. For science.
I never managed to develop a taste for the stuff, even as a child. Is it a delicacy round your way, in The Barren North?
No, nope, nada … they are NOT trying to get your kids, you right-winger facist conspiracy-mongers!
Darleen: I love how if you are trying to get the government to leave you alone you are a fascist, because fascists were all about leaving people alone. hahahah not.
In two weeks it will be the 44th anniversary of the release of Alien…and roughly 83 years since the release of Disney’s Pinocchio.
The nerve of this woman not to smile after having been beaten in a bike race by a man.
…83 years since the release of Disney’s Pinocchio.
Speaking of Disney, coming soon to a theatre near you…
She, and by extension all women, deserve what they get. They, nor their husbands, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, nor uncles nor aunts…nor doctors, coaches, friends , etc. have the guts (and the men lack the balls) to speak up loudly nor forcefully in her defense. And the very few that do get left twisting in the wind by everyone else.
Speaking of which, has anyone here donated to the Daniel Penny defense fund yet? It’s only at about $400K last I checked and he’s gonna need a shitload more than that. Because justice costs money. The f***ing lawyers’ kids need braces.
Proof that British policing is indeed going to the dogs.
A different kind of claw machine
The Japanese Minister of Health will make you better
Yep, sure did.
I did not know they do that , didn’t do me any harm either
Grounds for war? Or just a sharply worded note?
Certainly a word needs to be had to prevent further embarrassment.
Now I think I might have Blue Cod and chips for lunch.
Mashup?
Link?
Yes. I understand it might be hard to find.
Haven’t had any in a good long while to be fair, but back in the ’80s Monster Munch, Quavers and cherry Coke formed a significant proportion of my overall diet.
Added my mite.
God bless you.
It seems to me that as a political movement, LBQT+ is almost entirely white and <30yrs old. Not gays or lesbians per se, but the activists. AND I have never seen a pic of a POC trans person–I guess they are never “born in the wrong body”. heh
They say it as if it’s a bad thing.
You’re welcome.
Speaking of the anniversary of Alien, here’s a chest burster.
“We have the meats!”
has anyone here donated to the Daniel Penny defense fund yet?
If there is an official, vetted one, I’ll definitely toss something in the pot. But I hang back at the beginning because I’m a suspicious old lady who has seen others scammed by fake charities.
– a remarkable number of whom turn out to be registered sex offenders –
Head Of ‘Drag Queen Story Hour’ Org Arrested For Child Porn.
Blomme’s employment at the time of arrest was a Milwaukee County Circuit Court Judge.
Oh!
Seconded. ‘Tin eared’ is spot on.
Daniel Penny Defence Fund
Ping.
(plus a small one for our host so he doesn’t feel left out).
Bless you, sir. May your ironing be effortless.
And the tin-eared don’t appear to see the irony of declaring their own progressive and feminist credentials while robbing the woman in the song of cleverness and agency. Reducing her to a dupe, a victim, rather than an equal with ambitions of her own.
Again, you have to marvel at how the default progressive line is not only tin-eared and wrong, but actually an inversion of the songwriters’ intent.
Those darling wee nippers.
from the link: “Wow where are the parents?”
The answer is obvious: The kids learned to be scumbags by watching their parents.
Previously in David Thomson Ironing Blessings…
Heh.
Variations on a theme.
Understandable but I’m pretty sure GiveSendGo, a Christian organization…for whatever that is worth…has been vetted…well as much as reasonably possible. Then there’s the rabbit hole of who vets the vetters….vetterers…vetteders…whatever.
If there is an official, vetted one, I’ll definitely toss something in the pot.
For what it is worth, DeSantis linked it, and I’d imagine he and/or his minions would have checked it out.
Variations on a theme.
Variation of variations on a theme…
A situation had arisen.
Some small comeuppance.
As a fan of old movies, I like to point out that Baby It’s Cold Outside was performed twice in the original movie, Neptune’s Daughter. The first time is the traditional version, with Esther Williams not able to stay, and Ricardo Montalbán telling her it’s cold outside. Then, there’s a reprise (starting at about 2:25 in the linked video), but with the gender roles switched: Red Skelton doesn’t want to stay, and Betty Garrett tells him it’s cold outside.
So it’s been known since the 1940s that these are adults fully aware of what they’re doing. And yet, despite having this brought up, people still claim every year that the song is sexist. They’re not well-intentioned people opposing sexual violence; they’re nasty control freaks who don’t want people to have any joy they don’t approve of. And the pushback needs to point out how nasty and intolerant these people are.
Sums up ‘woke’ quite nicely.
It’s perhaps worth noting that when Laurie Penny, for instance, first tweeted her tin-eared misconstrual of the song, six or seven years ago, several people replied with polite corrections and links explaining the ‘drink’ line, the general context, etc. This did not appear to inhibit an all but identical misconstrual the following year, and at least one more since.
In a non political but similar issue I just learned today that there’s apparently some convoluted controversy where smart people…”smart” people feel the need to tell us that in the movie Tombstone, the character of Doc Holiday doesn’t say “I’m your huckleberry” but “I’m your huckle bearer”. Because, you see you dumb dumb dummies, that huckles, or buckles if-you-will, are the handles on the side of a casket. So of course he doesn’t say “huckleberry”. You dumb, dumb, dummies.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens hit hardest.
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Only jailed for 3 years. That is small. She should have been charged with attempted murder.
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Oh well, I guess the reason it worked previewed was it was locally cached, but leave it to the weak to try to claim a meme as their own.
It is King Charles with the Orb and “Thou shalt count to three, no more, no less”, and so on. Another variation…
I liked the one that said, “When you’re trying to clean out your garage but you keep coming across cool stuff”.